𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒- 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

CHAPTER EIGHT

We continued to talk about are actual lives and before I knew it, it was very late and I ended up falling asleep.

And somehow I woke up the next morning to him on my left side of my bed. My eyes about popped out of my skull, but I redeemed myself and quickly lifted my blankets to get up and also look if I had cloths on.

I huffed, thanking god that I was still fully clothed but just changed into shorts and a tank top. I walked into the bathroom, cussing at myself.

I quickly walked back into my room to see a perched up Jace, only on his elbows just waking up. "Gof what time is it" he muttered.

"It's only six..." I said back to him. He shook his head and motioned for me to come back and lay down. "No one is going to be awake, and I'm simply not getting out of bed" he muttered.

I huffed and sulked back to the bed. Not that I was complaining but it would just add more onto my sentence on how people thought of me.

I got back into bed and just layed there for a bit. Thinking about what people think of me. Not that it should bother me but it did.

I didn't want to look like a slag, in peoples eyes. Nor a tramp, is what I've heard recently. I haven't even thought about Jace in a bad way.

Yes he's stunningly attractive but at the same time, i barely know the guy. Yet alone would I ever snog him anytime soon.

I sighed again and he opened his eyes and looked at me again. "What's wrong?" He stated rubbing his eyes.

"Nothing go back to sleep" I said rolling over but he quickly grabbed my shoulder so now I was faced towards him again.

"Tell me what's up?" He stated again. I huffed giving in and I didn't know how to word it.

"You see, every girl in this building thinks I'm snogging you, and you see it's not the best to outcome, on what you get called.?" I said looking over at the mirror hanging on the wall other than looking directly at him.

"I've only been here for a couple of weeks, and they took it soon them selfs to just, assume" I said clapping my hands together.

He chuckled a little and looked directly at me. "I can assure you, why they've started calling you these things are beyond me but do you know what it means? There jealous of what you have, and you can take that to the fullest of your advantage!" He said his eyes sparkling while the sun started to rise and shine through my windows.

"And besides we aren't snogging so why does it matter? They can mind there on business" he muttered.

I chuckled a little, but really what Jace said didn't help. Eventually I fell back asleep but this time Jace had woken me up. He wasn't very graceful getting out of bed and he trudged all the blankets to the floor and threw them back on top of me cussing at himself, once he realized I was still asleep.

I threw the blankets off of my body and laughed. "That is a hell of a way to wake someone DoNt you think?" I said and he just chuckled.

He only chuckled and yawned. "What time is it anyways?" I stated still feeling very tired.

"Around ten?" He muttered still not pleased on how much longer he could slept. "Exactly, so now you can wake up and start the day yeah?" I said jumping out of bed this time and he just huffed still rubbing his eyes and pulling his hands through his hair.

It was only then did I realize he much better he looked. His hair was tangled into a mess and his features not yet fully awake.

I must have been looking at him for awhile because he began to chuckle a little. "It's a mess? I know" he said

I just shrugged, I didn't mind it. I actually thought it looked completely fine. But the look Jace gave me made me feel a little bad.

"It looks fine" I stated walking into my bathroom.I sat there and looked in the mirror for awhile. Pondering what I should do with this mess I could call my hair.

"We don't have anything to do today right" I asked sticking my head out of the door frame. "Some if use are going out later today. Until then, no" he stated walking towards the door, and walking out.

I nodded and walked back into the bathroom, pulling out my straightener. Hoping I could some how pull off some lose curls that would eventually fall out.

Eventually I got it done, and ran my fingers through my hair. Immediately hating it. I hated curling my hair.

It just didn't add up. So I took a wet cloth, to it and scrunched it, dampening the curls to make them fall.

I liked this much more. I was pleased with it and, finally changed out of my clothes, I didn't want to change into anything just yet or get fully ready because it wasn't even noon yet.