Hey there everybody. As it says in the description, this is a one-shot off of a story written by H.K. Blackwell.
Therefore, it is not me beginning a new story. This is the first and only installment of this story on my page.
However, if you would like to read a story about these characters (if you haven't already) you can search the username coolauthorchic or the story "The Anti Cupid Game". I strongly encourage you to read her story, as you may be confused as to who is who.
This one-shot takes place after Chapter 26 of The Anti Cupid Game.
This is my original story, with my own words, however the characters within it belong entirely to H.K. Blackwell.
I hope you all enjoy. :)
After Julian dropped me off, I began to walk towards my home. It was only when I started up my front steps that I realized something vital.
I had left my math book in my locker.
As much as I hated the subject, I was still required to do the unreasonable amount of assigned problems.
Jeez Math, if you have so many problems, why don't you just get a therapist?
I laughed at my poor excuse for a joke for a moment, before I remembered why the joke had come about in the first place. I had to get back to school, pronto.
Quickly, I pounded on the door, not caring how loud or obnoxious I was being. From the inside, I could just barely hear Jace's grumbling as he approached the door. It seemed like it took an eternity for the door to finally swing open.
"I need the keys to the truck!" I spoke frantically towards my brother.
He clearly did not understand my urgency, as the bored expression on his face never wavered."Now, Jace!" I exclaimed. His eyes widened ever-so-slightly before returning to his previous appearance.
"Okay Jazzy, calm down," he stated as he turned on his heel and sauntered toward the kitchen.
I didn't have time for this nonsense. I pushed past my brother to get to the kitchen as fast as possible. I saw our keys on the counter.
In one swift movement, I bounded over, snatched the keys, and exited the room.
Pushing past Jace yet again, although this time traveling in the opposite direction, I made a beeline for the doorway.
"Jazz, where are you going?" I heard Jace shout from behind me.
"No time! Explain later!" And with that I shut the door behind me.
As I sped down the streets, I kept an observant eye open for cops. But in all honesty, my mind was preoccupied at the moment.
If I didn't get to school before everyone left, I had no idea how I'd be able to do my homework. I guess I could call Julian and ask to borrow his book, seeing as he's in that class with me.
But I had just seen him. And after the whole slap-incident, this would probably seem like a poor attempt to spend more time around him. I could only imagine how that conversation would go.
Hey Julian, I left my Math book in my locker. I know, how dumb of me. Anyway, could I come over and borrow yours? Tee hee.....
Okay maybe the "tee hee" was a bit much, but you see my point.
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The Face Behind the Façade
Teen FictionA One-Shot off of the original story "The Anti-Cupid Game" by H.K. Blackwell (coolauthorchic).