"Wow." A light voice snickers.
I slowly pry my eyes open to find Jace's mom standing in his doorway.
I think I'm dreaming until she bends over to level her face with mine. She smiles brightly, waving her fingers at me.
"Hi, sweetheart."
My eyes snap completely. "Ms. Bryer." My throat is dry, as I look down to see that I'm only wearing Jace's shirt.
"Oh, my name is Angela. I'm really too young to be a miss." Hey solid gray eyes crinkle, the dark lashes remind me of Jace. She really is beautiful, despite age.
"We weren't-" I scramble out of the bed and as far away from Jace as possible. "I mean, we didn't." I perch myself awkwardly against Jace's desk.
"That's a shame." She chuckles, walking over the window and swinging the curtains open. The room floods over with morning light.
Jace groans, rolling onto his back.
I frown and look back at Angela, doubting I even heard her right.
"I take it your name is Wynter." She picks up a deep blue shirt tossed on to the floor. "I'll kill him if you're some random." She grips the shirt in her tiny hands, her knuckles turn white.
"I'm Wynter." I assure her. "Are there random girls?" Insecurity gets the best of me in asking.
Angela throws the shirt into Jace's hamper. She turns back to me. "No. Not since you anyways." She smiles.
I look over to Jace who's finally getting up. My lips tug into this unstoppable grin.
"He talks about you all the time. I swear on the moon he does." She rolls her eyes. "It's kind of annoying- to tell you the truth- but I can see why." She looks me over.
"Mom!" Jace whines.
"Morning baby." She blows a kiss towards her son.
He knocks the invisible kiss to the side. "You're clearly bothering Wynter." I'm about to conflict him when he shoots me a look.
Angela pouts. "We were only talking about your imaginary friend, the one who didn't go off to war until you were in the eight grade." She smirks. "You remember, don't you?"
"Oh my God!" Jace groans. "Please, Mom. Stop!" His cheeks flush a deep red.
Angela smiles in triumph. "Get ready for school, or you'll be late." Then she leaves.
"You had an imaginary friend until you were 14?" I try not to laugh.
Jace rolls his eyes. "I need to take a shower, but you can just wait here."
"But I'm hungry."
"I can get you a pop tart, but I don't want you roaming the house by yourself." Jace says.
"I didnt think I needed pepper spray to go to the kitchen." I joke around.
"Seriously Wynter." Jace holds a warning tone in his voice.
I shrug it off, and sit down on the bed. "Bring me some orange juice too." I call after him as he makes way downstairs.
Jace brings me back my pop tart and heads off the to the shower.
My eyes land on a glass jar I didn't see last night. It's filled with bundles of money. A scrap of tape sticks to the front of it, serving as a lable.
The World Beyond Me is scrawled across it in Jace's quick, messy handwriting.
I smile at
Half a pop tart later, I stand on Jace's bed. I jump up and down so softly that I practically just bob up and down.
It's not until I feel a sight draft wrap around my legs, that I decide to get dressed.
I'm readjusting my shirt when the door swings open.
"You and your girlfriend better getting going- oh." A tall man with dark green eyes and eve darker hair. "You're the girlfriend. I'm Richard." He walks pointedly towards me about to take my hand to shake when Jace barges in the room. Tiny beads of water cling to his chest, a towel hangs from his hips. His messy hair appears black, making his eyes stand out even more.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jace splits in between the two of us.
"Your mom just told me-" Richard begins to explain.
"That was a rhetorical question." Jace rolls his eyes. "By feel free to stay the hell out of my room."
Richard starts to protest but the look Jace sends him changes his mind.
When Richard leaves the room, Jace turns towards me. "Are you okay?" He tilts my head to the side to check everything out.
I knock his hand away. "What was that about Jace? You were so rude to him." He never acts like this.
"What are you talking about?" Jace scoffs.
I narrow my eyes. "Is this why you didn't want me walking around the house. Did you not want me to meet Richard?"
"I hardly wanted to meet him myself."
"He doesn't really seem that bad, Jace." I tell him. "He looked like a good guy."
"But not good enough for my mom." Jace snaps, walking over to his walk in closet.
"Why?" My voice is weaker.
"Because he's not my dad." Jace slams the door behind him.
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A/n: don't know what happened, or why it posted the wrong chapter. Sorry. I know it ruined the flow of the story.
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The World Beyond Us
Teen Fiction"If you and I could get into that car and drive away and never look back, would you?" When Wynter unexpectedly finds herself in a thrilling relationship with Jace, it's begins to become increasingly hard for her to decipher between good and bad, rig...
