Safety

Chapter 10

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Soundtrack

Begin Again - Taylor Swift
I've been spending the last eight months
Thinking all love ever does
Is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday
In a cafe
I watched it begin again

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"Why in the world did I agree to this?" I ask, throwing myself into the center of my bed.

Jace laughs at my antics from his place at my desk. My parents are out of town, and he's staying at my place so as not to leave me alone. I've told him it's completely unnecessary, but I can't blame him for worrying about me.

"Who knows why you do anything," he teases, glancing at his phone. "You only have an hour or so. Do you know what you're going to wear?"

I sit up, crossing my legs and glancing down at my purple leggings and grey sweatshirt. I groan.

"I'm just going to cancel. Say I got sick or something," I huff.

"No you will not, Grace Adams," he reprimands me teasingly. "Now go get dressed."

I begrudgingly stand to my feet, walking into my closet to go through my clothes.

"What about that red dress I have?" I call, pulling a red bodycon dress that reaches mid-thigh off the rack. "With black accessories?"

"I don't know, Grace. That seems a bit-"

"I know," I say, putting it back. "It's from what I like to call my 'post-Avery collection.'"

"Well what would your 'Grace Collection' look like?" he asks.

I come out of my closet, a pair of ripped jeans and a crop top in my hands.

"I don't know," I say, shrugging. "I've never really had my own style. Before, I used to dress like Chey. Then I went into my sweatshirts-and-jeans phase, after she died. Then I went to the ranch, and everything went to hell and- I don't know. I've never really dressed for myself."

"Well, now is as good a time as any to start," he says, glancing at the clothes in my hand. "What phase is that from?"

"Chey."

He smiles, pulling me into his arms for a brief moment before I head back into my closet.

As I dig through my clothes, I realize two things. One, I have too many of them. And two, it may be time to reinvent my wardrobe. I make a mental note that I need to go shopping before continuing my search for an outfit.

I end up slipping into a burgundy button up mini skirt, a black tank, and my leather jacket. I step out of my closet and run to out on my makeup. Unfortunately, I spent quite a large chunk of my time picking an outfit, I don't have time to straighten my hair. I'm forced to leave it in its off-wavy state. After touching up my eyeliner and putting on a light layer of blood red lipstick, I stop in my bedroom, hand on my hip.

"How do I look?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Jace looks up from his phone, where I assume he's texting Trinity again- they have quickly become that nauseatingly lovesick couple- and smiles broadly at me.

"You look great, Grace. You look like- well, like you."

"I feel like I'm going to be sick," I groan, flopping back onto my bed. "I'm going to cancel. I can't do this."

"Grace, you've gone on how many dates this year? Why are you so nervous about this one?"

I prop my head up in my hands, facing his direction.