After her parents were ruthlessly murdered in front of her, Izalea Matthews is deeply affected by her past that forever haunts her in her dreams. It becomes her aim to stop being afraid of the world and find out what happened to them. Whilst she sea...
So here it is! I really hope you enjoy this Chapter, I had so much fun writing it. Sorry the last Chapter was really long but there's a new character towards the end of this one...Comment what you think of them. If you have any suggestions for who they could be, let me know and I'll their picture for them like I have done for the others!
On another note, I'm obsessed with the book series 'Mortal Instruments' by Cassandra Clare.
Jace - *I'm actually screaming!!*
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Bang.
I'm not another one of your fucking conquests.
Bang.
I'm glad we're not together.
Bang.
You're just a spoilt rich boy.
BANG!
Stay the fuck away from me.
"FUCK!" I launch the basketball to the other side of the gym and it crashes through the window. The Coach will kill me for that later, but right now, that's the least of my worries.
I can't get her face out of my head. Every damn moment. For the past 2 days I know I've been an idiot. Okay yes, a real dick. I know there's no excuse for anything I did but I just can't help it. I'm fucked up and it's better for Izalea to think what she thinks of me. She's not wrong. So why am I chasing after her?
Because it's her. No matter how much she should hate me, I don't want her too. I can't even bare think of it. I've always been taught to never show my weakness. I'm not allowed a weakness. It could one day be the reason for my death. But Izalea..I would die any day for her. Okay, maybe that's a bit extreme... But in all seriousness, she's starting to become my weakness.
And that scares the shit out of me.
If you told someone that Noah Grayson had feelings for a girl, they would laugh in your face. I'm programmed to be a killing machine. Everyone from the Underground knows that. Kids from my school know that. I hurt people for fun. If someone messes with me, I won't think twice about knocking them out cold.
Izalea doesn't know that side of me yet. Hell she has no idea who I am. She just sees the asshole me. The exterior I put on for the outside world. The real me belongs in the world of fists, blood and pain. I want to hide that me away from her. No innocent soul should ever be introduced into that kind of world. Unlucky for me, I had no choice.
This may surprise you, but I'm not fucking invincible. Her words hurt. But I can't deny the fact that I way more than deserved it. The night I took her to my safe place and held her small curvy frame in my arms. The way her hair smelled like strawberries and how sexy she looked in my hoodie. Her sarcastic comments, her beautiful face. Fuck that, the most gorgeous face I've ever seen. She's so perfect. Even more perfect when she closed her eyes. Her little soft breathing while she slept which I had to stop myself from scooping her up in my arms. Look at me. Don't tell me I've not turned into a fucking simp.
