Loving Jace Wayland

I banged my hand on Jace's door, after 6 bangs he answered with an alarmed look.

"WHAT MICHAELA?!" He yawned.

"Do you have a pack of matches?" I asked.

He looked at me with full curiosity "Are you smoking?" he cleared his throat, "What? No!" I laughed, "What is it for then?" He asked, "I need it for the fire place." I yawned. "If I give you a some matches, will you do yoga with me?" he smirked, "Fine!" I groaned. He walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer, he pulled out a pack of matches and trotted over to me, "2 o'clock, we have yoga." he smirked, "yay, I'll get to sleep in!" I chirped, "Nope, tomorrow I'm going to wake you up at 8:30 for basic training since you're a tad rusty," he said, "9 o'clock," I argued, "8:31," he shot back, "8:40," I smirked, hoping he'll give in, "8:32," he warned, "fine," I muttered. "And put some pants on." he said looking at me up and down, "there pyjama shorts," I said, I looked at him, he had no shirt on, with a pair of blue pyjama pants. "Put a shirt on!" I spat.

I walked towards the Institutes library, I opened the doors and a cold gust of wind hit me. I shivered. I galloped down the stairs to the fire place, I moved the gate guarding it, I struck the match 2 times when it finally lit, I moved my hand over the wood, and dropped the match, I did this twice more when it was finally a full fire. I sat there in front of the fire thinking. thinking about....Jace.