I have returned, my friends, and I have brought a NEW CHAPTER! :D
And a rather long chapter at that!
I may get another chapter in this week also! So please review my lovelies!
Sorry for any mistakes and such...I'm a bit tired tonight...
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After standing in the same spot for what seemed like an eternity, I eventually retreated to my bedroom. I had stared at the painting, finding no outcome to what all the lines formed. I sigh, entering the bathroom. There, I remove my sticky painting outfit and scrubbed off any paint with a warm wash cloth from my body.
My emerald green eyes overlooked my entire body in the long mirror behind the door, calculating every flaw that bugged me. It wasn't something I should be doing, because I know that, in my own way, I AM beautiful. At least, that's what Jace always tells me with his low, honey sweet voice that sends shivers down my slightly noticeable spine(which bugged me) behind my plain white bra straps. Other parts of me were flawed too.
The way my petite frame was so pale and seemed to be covered with freckles.
Never tamed, fiery red waves that softly brush my bare back.
Arms and legs that seemed to be a bit too long for my body.
Small hips, now covered by my bright pink underwear.
I could go on. I know I could. Standing here for hours, I could name every single bone, muscle, and fiber of my being, all having something that upsets me.
But standing here, what would I turn into if I changed everything about me? Who I look like? Isabelle? Maia?
I decide, instead of naming all the things I hate, I start describing everything I enjoy about myself.
My hands, calloused and still a bit covered in paint, are the only thing that allow me to draw. I couldn't create anything without them.
My hair, though a complete pain in the ass, was one of the reasons I was noticed by my golden-eyed boyfriend.
Though small, my height and frame gives me an upperhand on situations. Most of them concerning the fact that I don't look half as strong as I really am.
Unless you call being pale and freckled skin problems, my face was practically free of blemishes and acne.
I enjoyed my compliments. It's not often I do this to myself, and I liked knowing, without someone telling me, that I was pretty.
No, I felt beautiful.
I was beautiful.
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"Wow. I look GREAT!" I say to myself looking in the same mirror as yesterday, the sarcasm dripping from my words and forming a pool at my feet.
My hair is obviously going to be a problem today, seeing how it's combined at the top of my head in a tangled knot. I try pulling the hair tie out only to seeth in pain.
Damn.
There's only one person who I can think of that could accomplish such a disaster.
Pulling out my phone, I quickly find the number and hit call.
"Hello." the voice answers after a few rings, a bit cold. It was 6:45. She should be up by now.
"Um...Hey Iz. I was wondering if you could help me. I have a bit of a hair dilemma." I ask hopefully.
Her reply came after a moment of silence, equally cold as before, "Yeah. Be there in 20 minutes."
She hangs up before I can even thank her.
Wonder what her deal is? I mean, she may be mad about yesterday, but really, I don't see what about.
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The knock on my door announces the arrival of Isabelle. While waiting for her, I had changed from shorts and a tee shirt(my pjs) to dark pair of shorts and a fitted black tee-shirts splattered with electric blue, neon green, and fluorescent purple. I was sitting on my bed, checking all the missed messages from Jace as I said:
"Come in." The door swings open to reveal the black haired beauty, wearing black leggings and a bright red dress that fitted her curves well. Her knee high, black leather boots gave her an extra 5 inches, which were unneeded. Around her neck was the ruby pendant she had gotten from her mother a few years back.
"Alright, I'm here. Now what- the hell happened to your hair?" She says as she enters my slightly messy room, looking at the twisted ball of red on my head.
"Um..." I start sheepishly. "I slept on it."
"Oh my Lord, child. I'll need a scissors to get this out-"
"You are NOT cutting my hair Izzy!" I scream, covering it with my hands.
"I never said I was cutting your HAIR, Clare. Just the hair tie." She grabs a small scissors from my art kit at the side of my room and approaches my bedside. After a bit of pulling and yanking, she finds a good spot to splice the overly stretched out black tie. From there, Izzy gets to work, loosening the knots with a small comb and untangling the wild beast.
Eventually, my hair is released from the broken hair tie, but it still looks like someone stuck it in a tornado.
After 10 minutes, my hair sits smoothly on my back again. I smile at Izzy in the mirror, but she doesn't return it. Mine falters as I turn around and ask:
"What's wrong, Iz?"
She looks at me, no emotion in her eyes, and says, "Nothing. You're welcome." And leaves once again, the same as yesterday, grabbing her purse off my unmade bed in the process.
What did I do?
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I took my bike to school again.
No note in my locker today.
Extremely boring classes, as usual.
And trying to avoid Jace while looking for Isabelle.
Super fun day.
Right after 6th period, I kneel at my locker digging to find my Calculus notebook. I know I had stuffed the stupid thing in my bag.
"Ah ha! Found it." I mutter to myself as I pull the green spiral from it's hiding spot. I stand and close my locker when a large pair of arms wrap around my waist and pull me into a large and rather muscular body.
"Yes. I did find you." Jace breathes into my neck, then giving it a light kiss. Even though now I know it was Jace, I still can't help but shiver at his words. Said by the wrong person, a.k.a. FANG, it would send a shock of ice through my body.
But Jace doesn't know that, and my shiver is a sign of something good to him. He turns me in his arms quickly, pulling me into soft kiss on my lips. It only last a few seconds, but it feels like days before we break apart. Gold into green, Jace looks me in the eyes and says, "I missed you yesterday."
"I missed you too." I replied quietly. He wants something...I can see it in his eyes.
"Why didn't you text or call me back last night then?" Oh, there it is. He had matched my quiet tone as he asked the question. I don't know how to respond at first, so I pull him into a hug, then I start at a rapid fire response.
"I'm sorry. I just didn't feel good. And I was painting all day so I left my phone in my bedroom. Then Izzy stopped over and we had this kind of fight thing-"
He pulls back from me and holds me at arms length. "Wait. Izzy came over? I thought she said you didn't want anyone coming over?" He looks hurt now. In the inside, my heart breaks a bit. I don't like to hurt anyone, especially Jace.
"I didn't. She kinda just...showed up." I tell him.
"Oh. Alright then." Jace still looks a little upset, so I drop my books on the ground, jump on top of them so I'm almost the same height as he is, and lock my arms around his neck. I pull him into me, kissing him full on the lips. I urge him to feel everything: my apology, my pain, my fears, through the kiss. As we break apart, I can tell the only thing that got through was the first one.
I smile, and he returns his goofy chipped grin that makes my heart flutter a bit.
"I gotta go to class." I say, leaning my forehead against his.
"Same here." he never loses that smile as I peck him one last time and pick my books back up.
Walking to class, I make a quick check list in my head:
1. Understand what Izzy's problems is and fix it. *unfinished*
2. Apologize to Jace. *check!*
3. Find out who this Fang person is and kick their ass. *sadly...unfinished*
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Okay! I really enjoyed writing this chapter...I don't really know why, but I did! :)
I think it was the first part. All of her insecurities and stuff… Well, I hope you all liked it.
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