Chapter 46

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The next morning I woke up and Jace was already ready.

"God damn," I said, "when were you up?"

"Well I know you wake up at 6:10 so I woke up, went home, got ready and came back," he said.

"You're insane," I laughed, "why did you do that?"

"So I could come back and be here when you woke up," he smiled.

I smirked and shook my head. I stood up and went into the bathroom.

"Jace get my clothes," I said.

I brushed my teeth and straightened my hair.

"On the bed," he said, "I'll go get breakfast."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Do bees sting?" He smiled.

"That was terrible," I laughed, "but alright."

He kissed my forehead and walked out. I put on the clothes. Skinny jeans, heels, tank and leather jacket. I put on some makeup and walked out. I grabbed my phone.

Andy- see you at school

Me- yup.

I put it back down and did some finishing touches on myself. I grabbed my bags and walked down the stairs.

"Have a good day," Jeff said.

"Thanks," I nodded, "you too."

It was nice hearing that. I don't know why, maybe because it's something I'm not used to. I walked out and he pulled into the driveway. I got in and he handed me a coffee and breakfast.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Anything for you," he smirked.

We made our way to school.

"I'll see you after practice," he said, "I'll wait."

"You don't have to," I said, "it's ok."

"No I will," he nodded, "I'm skipping today anyways. So I'll see you later."

I nodded and got out. I went to my locker and put my bags in. I had a bad feeling about today. Something was off.

Chels- I won't be there today. I'm sick. Gale is staying to take care of me.

Me- alright, no problem.

I went to rooftop and sat down.

Me- Jace

Jace- yes?

I put my phone down. I like leading him to thinking there's something up. That I'm nervous, because really I am.

Jace- Lola?

I lit a cigarette and heard the door open.

Andy.

I stood up and looked at him. He walked closer and I stayed where I was.

"For someone who was so terrified of me yesterday," he smirked, "you sure do seem as if you're not scared at all."

"I'm not," I shook my head.

He grabbed my arm and I didn't flinch. He dug his fingers into me and I did my best not to pull my arm away.

"Hmm," he smiled.

He lifted his hand and all I did was blink.

"That's my badass," he pushed himself against me.

I pulled away, "I'm not yours."

He grabbed me and pulled me closer again. I whimpered and he smiled.

"Get off," I snapped.

"He's not here to save you," he leaned to my ear, "it's just you and me. Why don't we get down to business huh?"

"No," I shook, "no Andy!"

He made a pouty face and grabbed my waist. I groaned at how harsh he was on me.

"Come on," he kissed my neck.

"No," I pushed him.

I slapped him face and I saw the anger rise. He came at me and I backed away. He ran and grabbed me, pushing me to the ground. I cried out as my head hit the concrete. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me up. His first made contact with my jaw. I fell back to the ground and looked at up him.

All my time in boxing has to count towards something. I kicked off my heels and put my hair up.

"Oh think you can fight?" He asked.

"No," I said, "I know I can."

I kicked and hit his side. He coughed and stumbled. He stood back up and started coming towards me. He dodged my right hook so I went with the left. I hit him and he fell to the side.

"You're a dumbass!" He snapped, "you think you can fight me? Then let's get down to business."

He charged at me and before I could make a move he had me on the ground. He went to hit me and I moved my head. His fist hit the concrete and he fell back in pain. He gathered himself back together and looked at me. His face a beet red and he kicked me. I grabbed onto my stomach as I rolled onto my knees. He kicked me again and I gasped. He grabbed my hair and hit my face. I could feel the blood dripping but I didn't know where it was coming from.

He stood up and looked at me. He tilted his head. I stumbled to my feet and looked at him. I coughed and spit before cursing under my breath.

"You're a dumb ass bitch," he smiled, "you know that?"

"No," I said, "clearly not."

He laughed and turned around. I started to go towards my phone. He grabbed me.

"I'm not done yet!" He snapped.

Just then the door opened.

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