Lost

Chapter.3.

We drove for what seemed like hours, in an uncomfortable silence.

"Where are we going?" I mumble, my day was ruined, Mason ruined it.

"To my favorite place in Washington." Jace smiles, his hands grip the wheel making his scarred knuckles turn white.

"Where would that be?" I have only lived in Washington since I was 8, I stayed in Cheney for most of it, then we moved to Vancouver for a year then moved back.

"Where in Florida did you live, Charlotte?" His lips form into a smirk. I curse my mother for naming me Charlotte, why couldn't she just name me Lottie, or Lynda, something normal.

"I lived in Davenport." I sigh, "in a small house looking with leaking holes everywhere in the small house, I hated it there. It made my mother crazy living there. She always had to  look put together. That's why my mother always must look nice, like it's a chore almost. Once we moved here she got a job, she's been the way she was but worse."

"Where is your dad?" He turns the radio on, a soft melody begins to play.

"He died when I was four, but that's a different story for another time."

"Another time? Does that make us friends?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"Dear god, no." I laugh. "I could never be friends you!" He starts laughing with me, "but seriously, where are we going?"

"Seattle," he says pointing to a large green sign as we passed it, I take a moment to take in my surroundings, Large buildings, the sun high in the sky.

"This is beautiful." I sigh. It really is, I can't believe a place like this is in Washington.

"I know." Jace smiles. He takes another turn on to a dirt road, the grass was tall and softly scrapped the car as we drove through the over grown pathway. There was a small pond and a large patch of shorter grass. "I come here a lot," he spoke up pointing the the small patch of mowed grass.

"It's really pretty," I look up at the blue sky, large fluffy white clouds scatter the sky.

"Yeah, I know." Jace smiles opening his trunk pulling out a large blanket and a small brown basket. He lays the blanket down smoothing out the wrinkles putting the basket down on the corner of the blanket. "Sit," he sits down.

"How did you even find this place?" I ask as I sit down, it's so beautiful here. It's nothing like Florida.

"I used to live in Seattle, with my dad." He gets sandwiches out of the basket, "and he brought me here to go fishing when I was little, then he told me when I was ten that there weren't any fish in the pond." He smiles handing me a sandwich.

"Where you close with your dad?" I nibble on the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that he gave me.

"Yeah, until I got to middle school." He takes a bite of his sandwich, then looks toward the pond.

"What happened during middle school?" I scoot closer to him so we are sitting across from each other, our legs crossed and our knees touching. His eyes are a blue color, his jaw tensing with each chew.

"I became a dick and he became an alcoholic with his new wife." He swallows. I can't help but to feel sorry for him. I still want to hate him but he seems so broken inside.

"Oh." Is all I manage to say.

"But that's okay." He exclaims and smiles. "So, what do you wanna do,  friend?"

"This whole thing was your idea. I would have thought that you had something planned."

"Well, I don't know you very well and I don't want you to hate me anymore." He smiles showing the small, shiny piercing in his smile.

"What is that?" I question. "I didn't even known they could pierce that."

"There is a lot of things that they can pierce." He smirks. "But it's called a Smiley and I've had it for six months and I still don't know if I like it." He explains.

"Well, I only have my ears pierced," I show him the diamond studs that sit in my ear, that Mason got me.

"Diamond studs? How original." He rolls his eyes.

"Mason got them for me!" I exclaim throwing a piece of my crust at him becoming sad thinking about what happened hours ago.

"Oh, that's cute." He stands up and walks to the edge of the pond, shrugging his jacket off, the way his muscles move under the thin white shirt have me mesmerized. "You know you can either keep staring or join me," he takes his shoes and socks off and sits with his feet in the water.

"Is it cold?" I start taking my shoes off, along with my coat.

"No," He smiles, "its actually pretty warm, it wont be for long." I sat next to him, putting my feet into the lukewarm water. The water was surprisingly warm. "Why do you hate me?"

"I don't really hate you, you just make me incredibly angry." I go on, his face twists with confusion. "But, I also think you're cute."

"Cute?" His face lights up. "You think I'm cute?"

"No." I blush, standing up form where I was sitting. I turn around until I feel a warm hand around my left ankle, suddenly I am pulled into the pond, I rise to the surface looking at Jace, still sitting on the bank, dry. "Back to hating you." I roll my eyes splashing him with water.

"Oh, no. I'm wet." He sarcastically says looking down at the small water droplets on his white shirt. He strips his shirt off, the muscles on his chest become apparent along with his dark tattoos. "I'm going to jump in."

"Who's stopping you?" I swam out of his path he jumped dangerously high, water making a large splash.

"No one." He whispers popping up from the water, his face extremely close to mine, his warm breath fanning my face. His grey eyes dark with emotion.

"You know it's getting late." I push away from him, my hands firmly on his chest.

"I know you don't want to leave." He forces me closer, our wet bodies touching, his warm against mine. "I bet you wouldn't even be mad if I kissed you right now."

"That's an awfully big assumption, Jace." I whisper.

"Can I assume it's right?" I remain silent, his eyes focus on my lips then my eyes, as  if he were asking permission. I force myself to look away, down at his toned chest. His warm hand lifts my chin and brings my mouth to his, his mouth soft against mine, he takes over my mouth with a passion I've never experienced. He is much stronger than me, he places his hand along my neck, making the kiss deeper. I start thinking about earlier today and Mason.

"That was..." I pull away in a panic, out of breath. "Uncalled for."