Danger // J.N

Chapter 22

Jace's POV.

I managed to drag myself out of bed today. Last night, I got home and went straight to the beer. I stayed up until four in the morning, playing video games. I barely got any sleep. I had to go to school today. I don't want this school in my business anymore. Plus, I have to leave early to go to Anna's school and audition.

I don't know how the fuck you audition for something.

I slouch in my history seat. Ever since Anna left, it doesn't feel the same. I almost wish she came back just for this class period.

My mom texts me.

Mom: finish that course sheet for IPAA.

I roll my eyes. I'm only gonna do it because it gets me out of this school. According to Anna, her school is good.

I open my backpack and take out sheet for classes I need to choose. I read through and answer questions.

Until I get to the one question I always struggle with whenever someone asks me it.

What are your skills?

I gulp and stare at the sheet. I don't have any skills. I can't do anything. I really can't.

I sit and try to come up with skills or at least something I'm good at. Which is hard, because again, I'm not good at anything.

I sigh. I waste five minutes sitting around, messing with my pencil. I can't play sports. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't paint.

I'm worthless.

This is what I mean. I push myself too hard to be something I'm not. I end up putting myself down. I'm probably my own worst enemy.

"Hey, Jace," The guy behind me asks. I stand up and turn to him. "What?"

"Heard about your little incident with that guy a couple nights ago," He chuckles. "Anna's poor baby. Their dads a killer," He laughs.

My eyes widen. "I didn't kill anyone, what the fuck are you talking about?" I ask.

The guy smirks. He crosses his arms. "What happened to Mark Montgomery?" He says bluntly. "Not to mention, Jack Griffo?"

My eyes widen. My stomach drops. I part my lips, and breathe in the cold air. I feel it beat against my teeth.

"He was shot," I say.

He nods. "Mhmm, yeah. He was shot, by you," He says.

"I don't need to be talking to you about this. And I'm not putting up with people accusing me of murder!"

His eyes widen. I stand up and pick up my bag. I grab my paper and pencil. I turn around and walk out of the classroom.

I felt guilty enough not saving Jack. Now, it feels like it was my fault.

Anna's POV.

Brittaney and I sit outside in the grass. Brittaney scrolls through her MacBook. I scroll through my social media. "You know, I haven't made an instagram," I say.

Brittaney looks up. "You should! It's fun," She says.

"I don't go on social media much. I mean I do, but I don't post. I don't believe in journaling my life into the web. I have a journal for that," I say.

She rolls her eyes. "You're so basic. Lets make you an instagram," She says. I giggle. I quickly download the app.

Brittaney turns her MacBook to me. "Would this dress look good on me?" She asks. I look up at the screen. I nod. "Yeah," I say.