Living hell

8.|| Taco Bell? Taco Bell.

Victoria's p.o.v

When I opened my eyes I was met by the sunshine shining right in my eyes. I turned around and tried to reache my bedside table to grab my phone and glasses. As soon as I put on my glasses someone bursts into my room.

"RISE AND SHINE, LOVE." Joe said way too loud, failing at the British accent he tried to do.

"What the hell, it's way to early to stand up. And you're not even British." I told him.

"It's 2pm. We're painting today. Don't you think you should get out of bed, dear?" Jace said also in a bad accent, while he entered my room and sat on my bed.

"Seriously guys, what's with the pet names? You're still not British." I removed my duvet and swung me feet to the side of the bed. Only to turn around to see the two boys staring at me.

"What?" I ask, walking towards the door. Purposely swinging my hips, their eyes following every step I take. I turn around when I stood in the door opening, "Hello, my face is up here."

"Are you aware that you aren't wearing pyjama bottoms?" Jace asked. It was obvious that they we're both trying really hard to look at my face. Mission complete.

"Get used to it. I don't do the whole "wearing pants at home" thing. I turned around and walked to the barhroom to get ready.

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"Fuck. I can't get it to open." I chocked out. I sat on the ground in Jace and Joe's room, wearing my old overalls with a crop top underneath. Waisting all my breath and strength on opening the can that held the paint. The can positioned between my legs.

"Come here, sweetheart." Jace said sitting down behind me. Chest to back, legs touching, chin on shoulder, he reached his arms around mine to get to the can. His big hands wrapped around the can he opened it like it was a bag of chips.

"Wasn't that hard now was it." He whispered into my right ear. My breath hitched. Fuck. That was hot.

He wrapped his arms around my stomach wich made me face him. Looking right into his eyes. "Could you stop, please." I asked quietly, not actually wanting him to.

He stared for a little longer before unwrapping his arms and standing up and muttering a quiet "Alright."

He grabbed a paint brush and started with his half of the room. I watched him for a bit. It was peacefull, just sitting and watching the beautiful creature that was Jace Hamilton. At least it was peaceful until he decided that it was to warm. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his muscled back that was so muscled my jaw instantly dropped. My mouth drooling when he turned around showing his sixpack.

He walked to where I was still sitting on the ground bending over, stretching his arm to throwhis shirt behind me. Not losing eye contact once. Smirk not leaving his lips. Mouth still slightly drooling.

When he walked back I couldn't keep myself from  properly looking at his back, but when I did I saw something I wish I didn't. Red marks and scars covered the small of his back, all the way to his neck.

I stood up and made my way over to him. "Jace.." I said half whispering. I stood behind him Jace facing the wall. Eyes suddenly interested in his shoelaces. I placed my index finger on one of the scars and traced it. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." He said, almost soundless. "Come on, I hear Joe coming up the stairs. Let's get to work."
He said voice turning back to normal. He turned around and continued painting the wall.

And just like he said, Joe walked in right after that.

"Did you guys hear about that guy who paints in prison?" He asked. "No." Jace and I answered in sync.

"He had a brush with the law... padum tss."

"Did you just-"
"That was awfull,"
"Don't ever do that again,"
"That wasn't even close to funny."

There was a long silence after that until we all started laughing at the same time.

About an hour of laughter, paint fights and awkward glances between me and Jace, the room was finally done.

Joe let out a frustrated groan, "fucking finally."

"I'm hungry, let's get some food." Jace suggested

"Taco Bell?"
"Taco Bell."

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"I call shotgun!" I yelled as I ran to Jace's car and sat down in the front seat.

"Damnit." Joe said as he sat down in the back seat.

Jace starts the car and turns the music volume up. We loudly sang Twenty One Pilots and soon enough arrived at Taco Bell.

We walked inside and my eyes immediately fell on a certain brown haired boy, who was definitely not bad looking. We locked eyes and instead of looking away like I usually would, I kept looking. He didn't look away either and smiled at me.

"Do you know him?" I asked. "No, why?" Jace asked. "He's cute."

"Go talk to him" Joe said. Jace sternly looked at Joe as if saying 'what the hell? Are seriously saying that you know I get jealous easily don't try me.' Yes, his eyes said all that. But I didn't notice.

"Hey" I hear someone say behind me. I turned around and was met by mr. pretty face.

"Hi" I replied nervously. "Yeah so, I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?"

I hear Jace and Joe behind me laughing at him.

"Gosh that was so cheesy, but of course." I said chuckling.

"You look so familiar... didn't we take a class together? I could've sworn we had chemistry." He said which made both of us laugh.

"Are serious, how many pick up lines do have up your ass." I said as I typed my number in his phone.

"Enough to make you smile. I'm Miguel by the way." He introduced. "Victoria."

"Come on Vic, time to go. Say goodbye to your boyfriend." Jace said coldly as he grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the restaurant.

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