Revenge [ON HOLD]

My life

(A/N: above is what Jace looks like)

Hi, my name is Jace Macey. Well you probably don't want to know about my life but you picked up this book so you have to now whahaha. Anyway, I'm a teenager and I feel like crap. I have social anxiety and some depression.

I sighed as I walked out the band room door and into the hallway. My bubbly friend ran up behind me.
"Hey!" I smile a little and reply with a small hi. We walked to my locker and she left to hers. I pulled my books inside my backpack and grabbed my lunch box. I slammed the door closed and turned away to see my friend coming back.
"Hey I'm gonna sit with my other friends today okay?" I nod and she bounces off again.
"Thanks a lot Anna." I mutter and enter the lunch room. I go to the bathroom and wash my hands, looking in the mirror. My once natural blue hair is dyed completely electric blue and pulled into a high ponytail. My nose is pierced and I have a nose ring in. My body was exceptionally skinny and I was wearing a black t-shirt and jean shorts. I smiled a bit and saw my black braces and instantly winced. I had forgotten that I had split my lip open while having a very heated discussion with my older brother that lead to blood sweat and tears. I inspected my now throbbing and chapped lip. It wasn't too bad and I left the bathroom to go find a table to sit at. I find the table I normally sit at filled with some of my 'friends' I roll my eyes and walk over to another table.
"Hey is it okay if I sit here today?" I ask a boy who was sitting there. He looked at me and our eyes locked. His hazel ones curios and I'm sure my blue ones were shy. He nodded,
"Sure." I sat down next to him and started eating my lunch quietly while people chatted.
"My name is Victor but you can call me Vic by the way." He says as he smiles friendly at me.
"Jace." I say quietly and he nods,
"I've seen you around a lot."
"Uh yeah, I don't normally talk much or anything." He cocks his head and his tan skin catches on the light.
"Is that a My Chemical Romance shirt?" He asks and I look down at my 'Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge' MCR shirt and nod while smiling a bit.
"You like MCR?" I ask and he nods vigorously.
"They kind of kept me alive a few years ago."
"They're keeping me alive right now." I whisper and I look into his eyes again and see understanding in them. Maybe this boy named Vic wasn't that bad I thought

A/N: hey guys, this is a small story I decided to write. I don't know if I'll continue writing it and keep posting it but I think I'll give it a go. Have a good day!