hey it's me again and can you do me a favour and read GracieAE's story she new in the fanficing world so ya basically.
Disclaimer: I don't own TMI no matter how much I wish I do!
oh and by the way the song that's in this chapter is "What Hurts The Most" by Rascal Flatts
Did I mention how shopping with Izzy is disastrous. Well it is. We are wandering around the mall and my feet are killing me. The party is an week, I really don't like party's very much.
I walk into the cafeteria, seeing nobody here. So I make my way over to Maia and the rest of Simon's band.
"Hey guys" I say as I slide onto the bench next to Kurt. Maia looks ATMs and her eyes darken.
"Your not allowed to sit with us" she snarls at me.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Cause your friends with the Lightwoods" she says with a duh tone.
"So is Simon" I snap at her.
"He's different" she mumbles.
"Oh yeah, how?" She just looks at me. Then Jordan whispers something in her ear.
"Fine, whatever" she says as she rolls her eyes.
I don't understand what that was about. She didn't act like she hated Izzy, and I see her talking to Alec every once and a while. Then it dawns on me.
"What the hell do you want Herondale" I hear Maia growl. I look up and see her looking at me. No wait behind me. I swivel around, and see Jace standing there. Looking calmly at Maia with a smirk on his face.
"Nice to see you too, Roberts" he says emphasis on her last name. She smashes her fists on the table. Standing up, an Alec worthy scowl on her face. Jordan is next to her scrambling to calm her down. But she won't budge. Somehow Jace has managed to piss her off.
"Still hanging with the geeks, are we, wolfy?" He asks. She looks like she might actually break out in claws and fangs to attack him. She's in some weird stance, and then I remember her.
. . .
I step into the parking lot outside the school and scan the area for my Moms van. When I see a crowd of people forming by the bleachers. So I run over looking to see what it's all about.
The second I reach the crowd. I shimmy my way to the front, hearing no protests. The second I reach the front I stop in my tracks. There are two girls. One with dark skin and brown hair who I recognize as Maia. The other with sun-kissed skin and black hair who I know as Aline. They re both a year older than me. It seems they're having an argument. So I tune in.
"He is so mine" Aline says.
"Na ah he says he loves me" Maia replies. Of course they're fighting over a boy.
"We'll he loves me more" Aline says while turning red. Now Maia has this stance that looks like a wolf about to pounce.
"Liar!" She screams while she flings herself at Aline.
. . .
I get up from the table.
"You're an asshole!" Maia shrieks at Jace. He just smiles at her.
"I know you you like my asshole" he says while winking, so I grab his arm and pull him outside. I raise my eyebrows at him, considering I can't just lift one. Jace notices that, so he raises an eyebrow at me in a mocking fashion.
"Jace—" I start. But I'm cut off by him.
"Don't worry about it it's just fun to make her angry" he says while smirking.
"You're an asshat, you know that right?" I ask.
I step out of Alec's car with Izzy in tow. Her house is definitely bigger than I remember. We walk down the winding corridor. Once we finally reach her room. She goes into her bathroom, and I realize that I have to go to the bathroom.
"Be right back Iz" I scream as I walk out of her room into the blood red hallways. I walk to where I know the bathroom is but freeze when I hear the soft, sweet, lulling piano being played. Like I'm being hypnotized I stand in the doorway and watch Jace pour his soul into the piano.
"I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do"
I wipe away the falling tears and sprint back to Izzy's room. I was I love with him my whole life, and never once did I think he returned those feelings. I brush the thought away no point in dwelling. Maybe at the party he'll tell me or something.
Tonight is the party and I'm so not excited.
"Go shower" Izzy says "I can't do your hair when it's dry"
So I listen and take a quick shower. When I come out Izzy sits me down and prettifies me.
As soon as she's done I stare at the goddess staring back at me. My fiery red hair has been tamed with a curling iron. My emerald green eyes pop with the smokey eye effect. She throws a dress at me and motions for me to put it on. I do as told. It's a black tube dress that goes to mid thigh, and seems to make my tiny frame look like it has curves. I shrug at it I've worn worse. I put on a pair of black flats.
Izzy finishes her makeup. Her brown eyes are outlined with charcoal. Her lips look as red as blood, and her drees is shorter than mine. With thin spaghetti straps and a V-neck. With black boots that have huge heels.
"You look amazing" I say to her. She rolls her eyes.
"We look amazing" she says.
We walk to the area where the party is and I stop before I enter. Standing right in my line of vision is Jace. Sucking face with some blonde slut. He stops and as if feeling my gaze looks at me and winks, and resumes what he was doing earlier.
Okay if that's how you want to go, two can play that game Jace Herondale .
Ooh cliffy any who tell me what you think.