Saint Peters Academy, My Fathers Private Boarding School for Boys.

Saint Peters Academy. 30!

The words whispered into my ear sent shock through my body. Instant recognition of the voice sobered me quickly as I froze on the dance floor.

"Jason?"

I turned around to see a highly intoxicated Jace standing behind me. What the hell was he doing in Paris?

"Nean, I love you Nean. Why did you leave me?"

I pushed his arms off my hips.

"I didn't leave you Jace. You left me. Remember?"

Furry fumed my veins.

"What are you even doing in Paris Jace?"

"No you left me. You went off to Paris to stay at an all guy’s school with a bunch of sexy guys. You didn't even tell me. I know you wanted me to dump you Nean. Why else would you have left me behind in that shit hole town we come from and not even told me till two days before you left that you were flying half way across the world to live with a group of the richest guys in the world?"

"That's why you dumped me. None of this I have needs business? Just because you thought I was lying to you. Well let me tell you this. I didn't even know I was leaving until half an hour before I told you. I didn't even know it was an all boy’s school until nearly a week after we got there. I loved you Jace and you slept with me and broke my heart."

"You broke my nose."

"I broke your nose? That's all you have to say. God Jace. A nose doesn't feel nothing compared to a heart. Fuck. What are you even doing here anyway?"

"U K Drama trip for school. We're all here somewhere. We're staying in Paris for the night."

"Where are you staying? You're intoxicated. Let's get you back to your hotel before they do to you what they did to me."

"We're all at the back packers down the road. I just need to find Amanda and David."

"I'll find them. You wait behind the bar and I’ll get you in a minute."

I banged my fist against the hard wood door of the hostel room.

"I'm coming; I'm coming hold your horses. What's happened this time? Lilac Jones seen another spider?"

Without a second to loose a sleepy looking Patrick Partridge opened the door.

"Janine?"

"Mr. Partridge? You're taking the drama trip this year. How exciting."

Being an old teaching friend of my fathers he gave a low chuckle before wrapping his arms around me.

"Nean sweetie you look beautiful. That dress just looks amazing on you. How'd you know I was here?"

"Thank-you Patrick. Well I just happened to be err," I paused knowing full well anything I told Patrice could very well end up in the hand of my parents. "Passing by a club?"

He nodded his head while giving out a low chuckle.

"Not to worry Nean. I know exactly what your mothers like. I promise not to whisper a word."

"Thank-you uncle Pat." He gave me a reassuring smile and nodded for me to go on. "Well I was 'Passing a club' when I just happened to find three of your students so hammered they could barely stand."

"Shoot. Which ones?" He shook his head and ruffled his messy bed hair.

"Well actually Jace found me when he decided to wrap his arms around me and declare his eternal love for me in front of the club, and Amanda and David were found practically procreating in a dingy table booth. They're all comatose in the Taxi outside if you would like to help me come get them?"

"I would indeed."

With a quick wrap of his arm across his body, pulling with it his night robe we made out way out to the street and three comatose bodies.