Follow Me |e.d.|

chapter thirteen

-Blair pov-

"Blair meet me in my office in 10." Jace stood up and walked out of the mess hall.

I sighed, knowing I couldn't get out of this one.

Freya came over and sat down next to me. "Care to share why Mr. mysterious and handsome can't keep his eyes off of you?"

"Who?" I asked, having a suspicious feeling of who she was referring too.

"Ethannn." She mocked.

"Oh, I didn't realize he was looking at me." I lied, pushing my hair behind my ear to cover the slight blush rising to my cheeks.

She rolled her eyes. "Blair, I don't know you super well, but I know that you're lying!"

I stood up. "I have to go meet Jace in his office, I'll talk to you later Freya."

I quickly walked away before she could ask me another question or try to walk with me.

I dragged my feet down the long hallways, dreading my meeting with Jace.

Eventually I found myself in-front if the door he labeled "Supreme Xenon Manger".

I rolled my eyes and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" He called from inside.

I opened the door and walked into the dimly lit office.

"Why did you want to see me?" I asked, looking down at my feet.

"Look at me Blair." He answered.

I looked up, he was sitting on his desk, gripping the front with his hands, and staring at me. His neck and arm tattoos were visible from under his shirt.

I have always found tattoos attractive—but not Jace's, there were too many. I preferred Ethan's style much more, out of sight when he wanted them to be, but easy to show off at the same time. Jace's tattoos just showed even more how narcissistic he was.

"Blair, I feel we have grown apart over the past few weeks.." He stood up and took a few steps toward me as he talked.

"I don't think we were ever close, Jace," I said, trying to push down the fear in my voice.

"No, we weren't, and that needs to change Blair." He took a few more steps toward me.

I turned to the open door behind me. "Look, Jace, I need to get to training—."

He quickly walked in front of me and slammed the door shut.

"Training can wait," He said sternly.

He backed me up until my back was against the wall, pining my arms to my sides.

"Jace, please, I need to go," I mumbled, uncomfortable if his close presence.

"Blair, we could have so much fun together.." He whispered, caressing my cheek.

I squirmed under his touch.

"We could be a power couple, rule the gang together.." He continued as his leaned in close led and closer, his lips centimeters away from mine.

I tried to pull my arms away from the pressure of his chest against mine.

His breath smelled like eggs—not the usual mint smell of Ethan's I was used to.

He roughly pressed his chapped lips against mine.

I quickly pulled my arms away and pushed him off of me.

"Blair! What? Why?!" He face expression went from shocked to angry.

I took a few shaky breaths and ran out of his office, tears streaming down my face.

I turned a corner, not watching where I was going, and bumped into a person.

"I'm so sorry!" I cried, I looked up. "Grayson?"

"Blair? Wha—why are you crying?" He asked, his face covered in a worried expression.

I wiped my eyes. "I'm fine."

"Yeah, you're definitely not fine. "He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Come on, let's get you back to your room."

"I just want to go see Ethan."

"Oh, he's not here, Jace sent him out on an undercover mission for a few days, it was very last minute..." Grayson explained, annoyance in voice.

"Wait, a few days?" I asked, panicked.

"Yeah, Jace's an idiot, he should have given him a week's notice, but you know him, he loves to fuck with us." Grayson led me through the big room.

I started breathing deeply.

"Blair, are you okay?" Grayson asked.

"Umm, I'm just going to miss him." I half lied, I was going to miss him, but because he wouldn't be there to protect me from Jace and comfort me tonight.

"Yeah, me too, he's annoying, but I love him, but he's annoying." Grayson went on.
(a/n anyone know what video that's from?)

I nodded, trying to formulate a plan that kept me away from Jace as much as possible while Ethan was gone.

The next few days were going to be rough.