Completing Their Story [Book-1]✔

Chapter 8

Audience - Early update? Is Kinzz okay?

Manager - Yes. She is fine. She has vacations, so she's free too.

Audience - Oh. We thought she hit her head somewhere and fainted and no one found her, cuz maybe she was in an alley.

Pushes the manager aside muttering, "Cannot even handle the audience." and takes the mic from him, smiles at the audience and says;

Me - No. I'm fine. Thanks for your concern. You guys have a wild imagination​.

So that's my conversation with the audience, and me telling about myself. Hehe. *chuckles nervously while scratching the back of my head*

This time I'm not doing any goals since the only time I did, it happened opposite.
I asked for 15 votes and 5 comments and I got like 50 comments and a few votes. 😂
So no goals in this one. :)

On to the chapter now, pretty people ;)

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"What on Earth are you doing here?" I exclaimed, as I entered my room and threw my bag on the floor.

There in front of me, snuggled in my covers, with my chocolates in his hand and laptop in front of him, was the one and only; Jace Aylmer.

"Oh, hey! Come! Make yourself comfortable." He glanced at me with a smile and lightly patted the space beside him, then again focused back on whatever was on the laptop.

"Excuse me?!" I was incredulous now. He was talking as if he was in his own room.

"Yes please?" He said, now fully looking up at me, eyebrows slightly raised.

"What are you doing here? Scratch that. Who let you in my room?" I asked, my hands on my hips with one brow raised.

I was tired after the long day at school, and the lack of sleep because of the previous night at Ariana's house, I was really tired and didn't want anything other than to snuggle an sleep. And to add to that, I had to do the homework we got today. I really couldn't tolerate another thing.

It's evening and I honestly don't have the energy to deal with this human.

God! I need a break.

"Your mom." He smiled at me. Not the nice one, but the one where it's more of a smirk or an evil one at that.

"Why would mom do that?" I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Do I look like your mom? No, right? Then I suggest you ask the lady who looks like your mom, and is actually your mom." Wow. He's pissing me off.

But I know Mom wouldn't do this. Must be something he had done. And the look on his face was a big indication to that.

He looked evil. Pure evil. Scratch that. He is evil.

"What did u say, Jace?" I looked at him seriously.

"Oh, just that I need your help." He smiled at me.

"What?" That was ridiculous.

"What? The teacher did give you the job to help me." He said, with an innocent expression on his face.

"Not today. I told you, every weekends, yes?." I said and plopped on the end of the bed facing him.

"Yeah. You did." He said, taking a bite out of my chocolate.

"Hey!" I screamed, and lunged at him.

He was eating my chocolates. And these type of people, in my eyes are, murderers.