working with jace {jace norman}

Chapter 17

"Youre ready?"

I nod, my suitcase dragged off my bed; the wheels hitting my hardwood flooring.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

I fake a smile, nodding slightly. My last few days had been stressful and busy. Packing for Comiccon was taking up time after working long hours. Causing my stress level to be almost up to my breaking point.

I stumble down the stairs behind Jace, following him out to his car.

"What time are you guys picking me up" My voice travels down the quiet streets.

He leans himself on his hood,
"Seven... don't be late okay, I know how you are with being on time"

My eyes roll, "Goodnight Jace"

My body stays still until his lights were no longer visible down the road.

Walking into the kitchen, I jump myself up on the counter. I sit on my phone with a glass of water sitting next to me as my mom walks in.

"Off the counter" She walks to the freezer, pulling out a tub of ice cream.

I sigh loudly, flinging myself off the counter as our appliances shake lightly.

"You excited for tomorrow?" The tub slips under her spoon.

"I guess"

"Who are you sharing a room with?"

"I dont know mom" I rub my eyes in frustration, being at the breaking point within any conversation.

"I dont want you sharing one with that boy"

"That boys has a name"

"Jimmy"

"Jace" I correct

"You understand my point" She glares at me.

I hands ball,
"Why do you have such a problem with him?"

"Hes a nice boy. But I know there's something going on between you two, and the last thing I need is for you to be loosing your virginity so young. I know teenagers"

My glance goes to my dad as he walks in. If they knew everything that went on, my life wouldn't be the same.

"Whats going on?" My dad grabs glasses from the cupboard.

"Nothing" My voice is stiff. "Look, there's nothing going on between us. I work with him, we hang out to practice lines together"

"Well then I guess it won't be a problem not sharing a room with him then huh?"

"I'll be rooming with Riele anyway" I mummble.

She purses her lips,
"Go get some rest, it's late and you have to be up early tomorrow"

"Yeah okay"

My feet trail upstairs without goodnight, my tolerance level running thin.

I snake between my comforter, my body shaking from the air conditioning running throughout my room. I was ready for the day to be over, to get some rest and to get away from the stress.

My phone burns into my restless eyes through the dark. My body not able to shut down from the trip coming up.

I dread clicking on Instagram, but do anyway. Not having been on since the picture of Jace and I being posted. Jaces orders.

Hate fled within my comments.

Mace is my shit so..

Nice tits, do they come with a microscope?

Please leave

Seriously considered not watching the show after your face show up on my screen lol

Why does your face look identical to my big toe?

Lol Jace wyd?

My anger had hit the ceiling, my phone drops next to me on the bed. For a second, I rub my eyes, hoping to rub away my thoughts. But it builds up, feeling like that whole world is aginst you at the moment.

I start crying. The first time in years, I feel like I had let myself down. So much had built up to this, and it had finally hit the, what I considered to be, strong wall that I had built up around me.

My shaky fingers find his contact number, hitting the call button throughout my blurry vision. I clink 'End' before it rings once, pulling up our texts. I type carefully.

I'm sorry

Huh?
read 11:45pm
Babe?
read 11:47pm
Hello?

I've messed everything up,
haven't I?

Dude what the fuck are you
even talking about?
read 12:01am
Emily

I just don't want
to do this anymore.

Do what?
I can't tell if you're kidding
or not

i love you

Shit no
read 12:07 am

Don't leave

Emily?

Come back

Fuck
delivered.

-

Jace💦
missed call (3)

Emily please

I'll be there in two minutes

don't do anything fucking
stupid.

i love you

I wipe my hands over my damp face, sighing at myself in frustration as my phone continuously buzzes on my sheets. My past depression was kicking in, the depression I hadnt had since early middle school.

I sit on the edge of my bed, thinking quickly. My glossy gaze sets directly in front of me. The white paned window.

I pull up on my lengthy window, feeling the warmed breeze on my legs.

As I look down at the cemented porch beneath me, waves crashing fill my last remaining memory.

Would it be far enough to fall? Had to be, other ways out would be too hard to prepare for.

My bare feet stand on a sharp ledge, shaking hands grip onto the window sill until my knuckles turn white.

'Close your eyes, it's easier to fall'

The sentence circles in my mind, a scratched record that keeps playing over and over.

My senses only pick up the waves as my eyes close to darkness. Nudging myself closer and closer so that only my heels touch the cold wood.

One hand let's go, my body lightly swinging to one side, I lean myself forward, finger by finger letting go with the other.

It wasnt how I pictured it ending.

But stories aren't always picture perfect.