A/N: Okay thanks oodles for all the reviews and support. Keep it up guys, and I might make it rain chocolate kisses for you! This is in Violet's POV by the way!
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the fabulous Stephenie Meyer, I'm just borrowing them. But I do own the most awesome characters in the story!!! (Violet and Jace)
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Chapter Three: The Beginning To a Wonderful Thing VPOV
I guess I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going because I bumped into someone. I came out of my faze and stared at the face of the gorgeous boy before me. He had straight black hair and piercing light-blue eyes, I looked into them and felt fireworks go off. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," he said, looking rather shy, "I'm Jace by the way, Jace Black." "I'm Violet Thompson," I replied, not noticing anything in the world other than the marvelous boy in front of me. He smiled at me and showed his brilliantly white teeth, dazzling me. And then I did something amazing, something I hadn't done since my mom left. I actually smiled. At that moment I could tell this would be no ordinary year.
The bell rang like two seconds after I made the most wonderful discovery in the frickin world aka Jace. I cursed under my breath and looked into his gorgeous eyes, blushing furiously. "We better get to class," he smiled, almost making fall to the floor in awe. "Um, yeah. See you around?" I nervously asked, staring down at my shoes. He was wearing Converses too, maybe we had stuff in common. Oh god I hoped so, but what would he see in me? I was possibly the most horrific and uncool person on the face of the earth and I'm pretty sure he could get any girl he wanted so what in the world would he see in me. Better not get your hopes up, he might not-. His next words caught me by surprise, I had no idea he would ever in a million years say it to me but he did, "Yeah, I'll see you around. I'd like to hang out sometime, but I think we need to get a move on before we get in trouble." I smiled and nodded hurrying away from him with a glance over my shoulder. He was so gorgeous it wasn't even funny! Gosh I think I'm about to have a heart attack here!
I quickly made my way to homeroom, slinking in through the door in the nick of time, taking a seat at the back of the room. First period I had health, gee great. I just oh so really wanted to hear some old hag preach to me about drugs and worse-the birds and the bees. I thought I was going to fall asleep but thankfully the encounter with Jace in the hallway left very pleasant images in my head, and so I managed to not fall asleep. The bell thankfully rang before the end of the century and I slowly made my way into the hallway, ignoring the ever-present stares and whispers. The way to my locker was blocked by only about five thousand people who needed to move the hell out of the way, but I managed to make it to my locker without injury. Slowly the locker knobs turned in my hands and I pried it open, slinging my Health book into the back and picking up my history and science book, no need in making more trips than necessary. As I slammed my locker shut a familiar face popped up at the locker beside me. "Hey, Violet," he said, closing his locker with ease. "Hey, Jace. Is this your locker?" I gestured to the locker at my right, where he was standing. "Yeah, pretty ironic if you ask me," he stated back, unlocking the locker with ease. I smiled again, blushing slightly. What in the world was wrong with me I don't know. All I did know was that he was smiling at me and if he kept on doing that I thought I might pass out on the floor. "You have such a pretty smile, you should show it more often," Jace said looking at me with his beautiful eyes. They were the color of the sky, only sharper and a million times prettier. But just like the sky they were filled with clouds full of emotion. The bell rang and I blurted out just in time, "Thanks, Jace. I like your smile too," and with that I walked away, down the hall to history.
History passed with ease, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I mentally slapped myself, why would he like me? He said he liked my smile but that was probably it. I didn't think of myself as being pretty seeming as I was covered from head to toe in bruises and scars. But maybe, just maybe, a small part in the back of my mind whispered, maybe he likes you. Suddenly I popped out of my little fantasy world when the teacher asked me a question. "What year did the Revolutionary War start, Mrs. Thompson? That's the fifth time I've asked you," the teacher, Mr. Ronswith, growled at me. Ignoring the snickers and whispers around the classroom I answered, "1723." of course I was wrong and everyone laughed at me, but to hell with them-I didn't care. Thankfully as I slipped back into my dream world where images of Jace flashed before my eyes and history was done before I knew it. I smiled to myself and got up, slipping my history book into my bag and taking out my science book. I walked to science quietly, once again ignoring all the chaos going on around me.
Stepping into the science room guess who I saw sitting beside the only other open seat. Why of course only one person, Jace, who was smirking, looking like he'd won the lottery. I blushed and sat down beside him, placing my book on the table that we shared. "Hello again, Violet," he whispered, smiling up at me from beneath his thick lashes. "Hey, Jace," I whispered back, turning to pay attention to the lecture the teacher was giving on photosynthesis and respiration. Jace scribbled something onto a piece of paper and passed it to me. I meant what I said about your smile earlier. It is beautiful, just like you. the piece of paper said. I scribbled my response back onto it. Thanks, your smile is too, and so are you. I slid it back to him, keeping my eye on the teacher to make sure he didn't see. Tell me about yourself, his response was. Well, I live with my dad and I am 16, and I'll be 17 on December 13th, I responded. Slipping the paper over to him slyly, but apparently not slyly enough, the teacher saw. He walked over and took the note saying, "I'll take that." The teacher walked to his desk and read it to himself, deeming it not juicy enough to read out loud he shoved it into his desk and began talking again. I looked beside me where Jace smiled reassuringly at me and my heart took off. I smiled and hid behind my hair for the rest of class.
The bell rang and I slowly got up and began walking to the door of the classroom, but someone placed a hand on my arm and pulled me to a stop, gently. I tried to hide the pain that it caused me because Jace had grabbed a spot where I had a huge bruise on. But apparently I didn't hide it good enough because Jace asked me, "What's wrong, Violet?" I swallowed back tears and he pulled his hand off of my arm thankfully and responded, "Nothing, nothing at all. I just uh, stubbed my toe and it hurts." He nodded and thankfully didn't say anything else about it. He smiled and asked me, "What class do you have next? I have English." I sighed in my head because I didn't have that class next and I wanted to be in class with him again, to be able to look into his stormy eyes and try to decipher what made them that way. "Oh, um I have Math next," I responded, looking into his cloudy, emotional eyes. His smile decreased as he responded, "That's too bad, well I'll see you around." I grinned and replied, "Yeah, see you." I walked through the hall to Math, taking my time mulling over what he had said to me. He had called me beautiful, so the chances of him liking me suddenly became more and I cheered up instantly.
Math passed quickly without incident and I walked to my locker to drop off my books. Not seeing Jace at his locker my newly-acquired smile vanished from my face. Walking to lunch I bumped into someone who gave me the death glare, stating very clearly that if I did that again the little emo girl would be no longer. I gulped and stood in the lunch line, only bothering to get a water. Finding an available table where no one else was at, I sat down, laying my head down onto it. I suddenly felt very sore from my daily beating yesterday. Sighing I sat up, unscrewing my bottle of water and taking a sip. Looking over the entire cafeteria I spied a familiar black haired, blue eyed boy. He must have spied me because he grinned and gestured with his finger for me to come here. I got my bag and water and made my way over to his table. "Thanks for coming over here, I was bored without you," Jace said looking at me and then taking a bite of the food in front of him. "You're welcome. You are the only person who's ever wanted to talk to me here. Why is that? I mean to everyone else I'm a freak but you don't seem affected by that," my mouth puked out the words before I could even think about them. Great, he really was going to think I was a freak now. He placed his hand on top of the one I had resting on the table, and I noticed he was on fire, he must be delirious so no wonder why he was talking to me. "I don't think that you're a freak, you're the only person here who looks normal. And you're nice, unlike the rest of these bitches here. And me and you, we don't look much different," he stated back, squeezing my hand in reassurance and intertwining our fingers. My heart galloped at the touch and feel of his hand on mine, and also at his unexpected response. "Yeah, we do. Thanks for not calling me a freak," I stated, staring at his beautiful, perfect face. "What's with the scars on your arms?" he asked, tracing over some of them with the other hand that wasn't holding mine. "Um, a car accident, there was a lot of glass and stuff," I lied, hoping that he wouldn't see through my façade. "Its pretty interesting that the glass cut you and spelled out what it says," Jace said tracing over the words. I pulled my hands away from him and pulled my hoodie sleeves over my arms, crossing them over my chest. What he was referring to were the words "I hate my life" I had carved into my arms. "What's with the scars on your wrists," I asked looking at his face which seemed to read 'sorry for saying that'. "I got into a fight and it got pretty intense, the dude cut me and stuff," he stated back, "Sorry for asking that it wasn't in my place to." I looked into his hurt eyes and replied, "No, its okay, sorry I asked you." Placing my hand in his he seemed to brighten up immediately. "Its ok. I really shouldn't have asked," he replied squeezing my hand again. He looked into my eyes, taking my breath away. I knew the rumors would be flying about us two but I could care less. The bell rand and I silently cursed in my head, I wanted more time to spend with him but NOOOO the school didn't want that. He stood up and helped me up, still holding my hand. "What class do you have next?" I asked as we walked out of the cafeteria and into the hall. "Gym," he said and in my head I burst out into the touch down dance. "Me too," I replied looking up at him. He was about six feet tall, compared to my height at five foot four he was really tall. Grinning at my response we walked down the hall together, separating to change clothes and then walking into the gym together when we were changed.
In gym the teacher didn't make us do anything that day, only to watch some dumb video about what was and wasn't allowed in gym-super. The good thing about it thought is that Jace and I got to sit together and talk quietly throughout the video. We talked about lots of things and it seemed we had a lot in common. Our favorite bands were Paramore, Evanescence, Three Days Grace, and Skillet.-Also known as rock music from thirty years ago. We both agreed that the rock nowadays was too techno and stupid. (A/N: The year is 2043, Jace was born in 2013 when Nessie was 7 years old. Violet was born in 2026.) Our favorite colors were red and black and we both loved reading and Italian food. I couldn't believe I was opening up to him so much, I had never talked to anyone like this and I liked it. He was surely going to change me even more, that I was sure of.
All too soon gym ended and we had to go our separate ways, me to Art and him to Health-poor him. In Art we got to do whatever we wanted so I sketched a picture. It was of Jace, letting the pencil guide my hand I got entirely transfixed by drawing him. When I was done I was speechless. It looked just like him, you could see the emotion in his eyes and his haunting expression sent shivers down my spine. Art was over a few minutes after I got done drawing him and walking down the hall I held the picture to my chest tightly. I shoved my necessary books into my bad and began walking to my car, frowning because I didn't see Jace anywhere. I got into the parking lot and heard someone calling my name, it was Jace and immediately I felt better. When he caught up to me he smiled, "I wanted to give you something." He handed me a piece of paper with his phone number on it and I smiled in appreciation. "Thanks, Jace," I smiled, "I don't have a piece of paper but my number is 394-2739. Can you remember that?" He nodded and replied, "And I also wanted to give you this." Jace then hugged me and I nearly passed out, he was HUGGING me, I couldn't believe it. I hugged him back and we pulled away after a few seconds, much to my torture. "See you," I said grinning from ear to ear and what just occurred. "See you, I'll text you later," he said and began walking to his car. I walked to my car and started it up, smiling to myself at the wonderful day that I just had. I really didn't want to go home but I had nowhere else to go so grumpily I sped away to my house.
When I got home I cursed, Kevin was home and I knew what that meant. Torture, lots and lots of torture. I stayed in the car for a few minutes, not wanting to face what was coming my way. But wanting to go ahead and get it over with I went inside of the house and tiptoed up to my room, hoping and praying he didn't hear me. I opened my door and placed by bag on the floor, taking out the picture I had drawn of Jace and shoving it under my bed. I did NOT want Kevin to find it, he'd kill me if he found out about Jace and me. I turned around as I heard my door open. Prayers unanswered Kevin stepped into my room, a solid smirk planted on his face. "So nice of you to come home, Violet," he said with a false smile, making me shiver in a bad way. "We never finished our game last night, Violet. Would you like to play again?" he asked. When I didn't answer he lunged forward, grabbing a fist full of my hair and whispered into my ear, "Well, I don't care what you want. We're gonna finish the game whether you want to or not." I shivered, biting my tongue in an effort not to let the tears come out. He pushed me down onto my bed and began kissing me all over my neck. "Stop it, Kevin," I screamed, trying to shove him off of me, without success because I was a lot smaller than him. "Shut up, girl, or I'll cut your tongue off," he growled, his hands fumbling over my shirt. He began kissing me again, as he stuck his tongue into my mouth I bit it and he pulled back cursing. Then he began punching me in the stomach and I cried out in pain. What did I do to deserve this? I wondered, if only my mom didn't leave then everything would have been all right. I began crying, balling my arms around my torso in order to protect it from the punched being thrown at me. "You pathetic little bitch! I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget. You worthless whore, don't ever bite me again. If you do you want have any teeth to bite with!" he shouted over my cries of pain, slapping me in the face. He picked me up off of my bed and threw me on the wall. I hit the ground hard and saw stars from the pain. He seemed satisfied with what he had done to me and left the room after he spat at my feet, and mumbled a few more words at me.
I got up and cried out when my back started to ache from the impact with the wall. My phone then began to vibrate, I picked it up and saw I had a text from Jace. What a super-frickin' time for him to text me. Falling onto my bed I replied to him, my tears making it nearly impossible to be able to decipher what I sent. My whole body hurt like hell and when Jace replied I told him I had to go. Thinking about him only made me hurt worse, my heart ached to be with him. Anywhere but here, anywhere. Remembering the picture I had drawn of him, I took it out. I hugged it to my chest, tears gushing out of my eyes. I hated my life, hated it so much. The only good thing in it was Jace, but he hadn't exactly said he liked me too. Looking at the now tear streaked drawing I cried myself to sleep, thinking about how much it sucked to be me right now.
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A/N: I know, I was really mean to Violet but it is necessary in the story. Tell me what you think, love it, hate it, or what? Please click the little review button and I'll make the sun shine skittles for you!