Sitting cross legged on my bed, I listen to the sound of my phone ringing, waiting for Jace to pick up.
My door is closed, and locked for good measure. I am completely exhausted, wearing short pajama shorts and a tight fitted tank top.
"Hello," Jace answers, making me smile instantly.
"Hey- how's life in sunny California?" I question in my best reporter-like voice.
"Not so sunny right now- it's raining," he chuckles.
"Well it's sunny and happy here, with rainbows shooting out from the sky and unicorns flying everywhere," I mutter, my voice almost spiteful. I hear him laugh on the other end.
"But seriously, what's it like there?"
"Well, there are horses everywhere- a literally, everywhere. I got paired with a horse who is apparently psychotic, so I could possibly die this summer," I wryly state.
"How many others are there?"
"Six other patients, or whatever the hell you want to call them. And then there's Claire- she owns the place- and her son Avery," I reply, my voice turning venomous when I mention Avery. Apparently, Jace hears it.
"Want to talk about it?" he questions.
I sigh, and shake my head.
Then I feel like an idiot because I realize he can't see me.
"No, that's fine. I just- I want to go home. One of the girls here is driving me crazy with her happy, cheery, I-believe-in-magic-and-fairies, attitude," I say quietly.
"I thought that everyone there was supposed to be- depressed."
"So did I! But this chick is too happy to be depressed," I groan.
My doorknob turns, but the door doesn't open due to it being locked. Seconds later, a loud knock sounds.
I groan and go to answer the door. An annoyed looking Avery greets me with his oh-so-friendly scowl.
"Jace, I have to call you back," I sigh.
"Okay. Don't let the rainbows get to you," he jokes.
"I'll try. Bye Jace," I reply, before hanging up and slipping the phone in my pocket.
"What?" I ask, an annoyed look plastered across my face.
"Claire wanted me to tell you it's time for dinner," he states, his voice void of emotion. "You might want to change first though."
I realize how ridiculous I must look in my oversized shorts and almost skin tight shirt, my hair piled in a messy bun on my head.
"Fine- I'll be down in a minute," I huff, slamming my door shut.
I rifle through my suitcase, pulling out a pair of jeans and a black cami tank, slipping them on quickly.
When I reopen my door, Avery is still standing there, his arms crossed over his chest.
I know I should be annoyed at the fact he's treating me like a child by waiting here- as if I can't find the dining room- but I'm not.
Instead, I'm noticing how his shirt fits just right, clinging to his arms in a way that shows off his sculpted muscles.
"Are you done?" he questions, smirking.
My eyes snap up and my cheeks flush red. I decide to pretend I don't know what she's talking about.
"What?" I squeak.
He just continues to smirk at me, before turning to walk down the hallway.
I follow, staying a few steps behind until my blushing subsides.
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Recovery
Teen FictionBOOK 1 OF RECOVERY SERIES Grace Adams has battled with depression for the majority of her life, but her best friend Chey always kept her sane. But after Chey disappears from her life, Grace completely loses it, falling back into all of her old habit...