Runaways and dreamers

Chapter 8- Lesson learned

"What did you hate about your rich life?" Katie asked as she leaned on the counter in boredom.

Jace shrugged, "Just too fancy, too many dances and dinners. I don't know it just wasn't me." Katie nodded, though that sounded awesome to her; she'd always wanted to go to a fancy dinner or dance. She'd dreamt about it as a kid, though the desire had faded as the years went on.

"What was it like though? Being rich." Katie asked curiously, trying to understand why anyone would give up being rich. Especially in trade for struggle and bare survival.

"I'm not sure how to describe it. It was just normal for me cause that's all I've ever known. But now I see how stuck up all the rich people I knew were." Jace attempted to explain.

Katie raised an eyebrow, "I'm surprised you noticed, you sounded just like them when you first came here."

Jace faked an offended look, laughing at himself, "Yeah, I probably did."

"Oh, you did. Trust me." Katie assured him with a smirk. Jace rolled his eyes. She glanced out the window, always wary of unwelcome visitors. Though the cops hadn't come back, she continued to receive letters from the "friends who must not be named".

She ignored all their letters, throwing them away without so much as attempting to open them. Katie always tried to make sure she was the one getting any mail and newspaper off the doorstep. Though occasionally Jace would try to be helpful. Like today.

"I'll go grab the mail and newspaper off the porch, or check if there is any." Jace offered, heading to the door.

Katie's eyes snapped up, "No! I'll do it!" She ran quickly in front of him, pushing her back against the door in a slightly frantic manner.

Jace raised his hands in surrender, giving her a weird look, "Ooook, you can get the mail then."

Katie sighed with relief as he disappeared into the kitchen. Quickly, she grabbed the letter off the doorstep and shoved it into the trash.

Jace raised a suspicious eyebrow at her, "What was that?" Katie shook her head with a sigh before jogging upstairs. She wasn't in the mood to be a "people's person" today. Not now atleast.

/*\*/*\*/*\*/

"What's this?" Jace asked, entering the room Katie had claimed as hers, holding a crumpled envelope in his hand. Katie's eyes widened, she jumped up, grabbing the letter from him and throwing it under the bed.

"I already read it." Jace stated, pointing toward where she'd hidden the letter.

Katie's jaw tightened, "Don't you think I threw it away for a reason?!"

"You didn't even read it, what could possibly have been your reason?" Jace argued, crossing his arms.

"I don't have to read it!" Katie snapped, "I know who it's from and I want nothing to do with them!"

Jace sighed, "Well I was just gonna say that the letter was basically three things-"

"I don't care." Katie cut him off, her face set in  a stoney glare.

"That's too bad!" Jace raised his voice, "It was an apology, a love letter, and a cry for help."

"They always are." Katie muttered, rolling her eyes slightly.

"Well whatever those people did to you I think you should be the bigger person and help them." Jace mentioned, pushing Katie's limit beyond pissed.

"You know what Jace!" Katie yelled, standing up, "You don't know anything about my past and some things are not to be messed with. And this is one of those things! I let you stay here and you decide to meddle with my past!"