we head back into the restaurant, jace slacking behind us, still on his phone. for the remainder of dinner, he sits staring into space, since he apparently cannot go half an hour without checking his phone.
soon, dinner is over, and we depart back to our homes. i shower and change into pajamas, a baggy shirt that once belonged to kyle and nike shorts. i attempt to cleanse myself of all of my sudden sadness and hurt but it isn't working.
when i get back into my room, i can't help but look into jace's room through my window, a routine that i've done everyday since we first moved here. he sits on his bed with another person. a person with dark, long hair. hair that cannot be mistaken for isabela's. i close my window and collapse on my bed, my arms dangling over one side and my feet at the other.
once again, the same question repeats in my head. i had him in my grasp, why didn't i tighten it when i had the chance?
my phone dings, so i sit upright and grab it.
xander
noah's in. i'll give him your #
maggie
perfect, thanks.
i get back up and open the window again, smirking to myself, hoping the couple may happen to look inside.
he'll be mine again soon.
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Fanfictionupon moving to los angeles to pursue her passion, maggie parker meets the blonde, brown eyed boy of her dreams, jace norman, who happens to be her neighbor as well as her costar. as they grow up, the pair encounters new and challenging experiences w...
