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Chapter Twenty-Seven - Stop Asking Questions

I don't really pay attention to the rest of the day, I just want it to be over. Im not thinking straight. I don't want to think at all. I don't want to see any of the them, if I talk to them I feel like my stupid impulses will take over, just like with Nate. I still can't believe I did that.

I'm walking to the front of the school, planning where I can go before I head home, not wanting to risk seeing my mother. But before I can get to there, I'm dragged into a classroom, the door shut behind, closing my abductor along with me in the room.

"May, we need to talk." Jace says, I don't think I've heard his voice this serious before. He isn't going to take a no for an answer. I don't want to have this conversation but I suppose it's inevitable.

I stand waiting, attempting to look bored. I tell myself I won't care this time when he rejects me like the others.

"What's going on with you? Did I do something? Why wont you talk to any of us? Is it your mum? Was she mad that time at your house, or something? Just speak to me, I'm worried about you." His frustration is clear, as the words pour out of his mouth. Question after question.

I don't want this. I don't want to think about it. Why can he just say his piece and leave?

Stop.

I need him to stop asking about all this, stop trying to figure me out. He already knows too much about me. I never should have told them about my past. How can I hide from everything when they know?

"That's what you wanted to talk about? Why do I have to answer any of that?" I'm surprised, both by, my words and also how calm I sound. Jace on the other hand, looks like I've slapped him, astonishment on his face, not understanding.

"May..."

"No. Just leave it. I don't have to tell your every little detail of my life, it's annoying. We barely know each other, Jace." I don't faulter for a second, just grasp at more things to say to get him to go. I know that's his goal out of this conversation anyway, he doesn't need to bother with pretending he cares. "Just leave." Its like now I've started I can't stop, the words just tumble out, and he flinches back at the aggression now lacing them.

As I say it though, I wish I hadn't. The hurt in his features make me want to take it all back, beg him for forgiveness. Why does he look so sad?

Isn't this what I wanted though? He won't ask questions if he hates me. The thought shoots a stinging stab into my chest. I just need him to stop digging, how can I distract myself if he's always bringing things up

"Right. Sorry." He's not looking at me anymore, hiding his wounded expression.

Please don't apologise.

"I'll leave you alone." The words cut deep.

Don't go.

But he does. I told him to leave me alone, and that's exactly what he does.

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