The Rock Stars Daughter.

Chapter six

Sorry for not updating in a while I've been trying to finish up my online math class and trying to figure out prom things. I get to go with my amazing boyfriend and I swear to god it's like a fairytale. 

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Chapter six

Jace hadn’t spent much time out of his room during the two days that had passed the phone call. I wish someone else had answered it, we could’ve possibly avoided this whole thing.

Whenever I was sad Jace gave me the stars with compliments on them...what could I do to cheer him up?

He didn’t have anything specific hanging up in his room so I was at a loss there. What do boys like? Boys like food. I could make him food.

I spent nearly two hours baking and frosting a chocolate cake, which I seemed to remember was his favorite.

Ian and Lianne and Zoey had all passed by at some point and asked what I was doing. I just waved my hand at them and gave them a feeble excuse. Zoey offered to help but I told her to just carry on with her day and that I didn’t mind doing it by myself.

After I was done I checked my hair which was still perfect looking in its high ponytail. I wiped away a bit of smudged eyeliner before picking up the cake and going upstairs to his room with plates tucked under my arms and forks shoved in my pockets. I kicked the door a few times which was the only way I could knock at the moment.

I heard a muffled, “What?”

“I come bearing gifts!” I said in a sing song voice.

He groaned before a few moments later he opened the door. He looked down at the cake in my hands and a smile played across his lips. “You brought me a cake?”

“Well I figured you wouldn’t want glow in the dark stars,” I said grinning.

“Cake is a good choice,” he laughed before stepping aside and motioning for me to walk in.

I walked past him while looking around. The room was a little bit messy with clothes on the floor and a few books here and there. The curtains were drawn shut so the sun couldn’t shine in and the bed wasn’t made. I figured he’d been lying in bed all day.

I sat on the floor and set out everything before cutting him a piece of cake and handing it to him. “Tada,” I said trying to hide my smile.

He took it from me and sat down across from me. He took a bite and smiled. “This is possibly the best cake I’ve had in years.”

“I’m glad,” I said trying to hide my blush as I let my hair fall in front of my face.

“Aren’t you going to have some?”

I looked down at the cake with only one piece missing and was tempted but decided there was too much sugar and calories.

I shook my head, “No, I’m ok.” He gave me a pointed look saying that he wanted me to have some. “I’m not hungry,” I insisted.

“Let them eat cake, goddammit!” He yelled before swiping frosting across my cheek with his fingers.

I leaned back, my mouth opened in shock. I considered swearing at him before sitting normally again and clearing my throat. “You know Marie Antoinette never actually said that.”

He shrugged. I cut myself a piece of cake and gave him a less than pleased smile. He grinned back at me excited that he had won.

I sighed before lunging at him and shoving the piece of cake in his face.

He laughed before chewing some of the cake that had gotten in his mouth. He grabbed a handful of his own cake, casting the plate aside before hitting me right in the mouth with it.

I backed away as we both laughed and wiped cake from our faces. I grabbed another handful of cake and flung it at him.

He laughed before wrapping an arm around my waist and forcing me closer so he could shove more cake in my face.

I pushed him down and away from me but with his arm still around my waist he pulled me down with him. Our foreheads knocked together and we both laughed.

I held my breath when I realized I was on top of him, my hands on his chest, both his hands on my waist, our legs tangled together and noses inches apart.

It occurred to me that I hadn’t been this close to a boy in a long, long time. They made me jumpy and scared, especially after I had made a huge mistake.

I shifted my weight so that my knees were on either side of his waist. He leaned up so that we were both sitting still only inches apart.

He won’t hurt you. I thought to myself.

I let my eyes close.

His lips brushed mine and I pulled away slightly clenching my eyes shut. “I can’t,” I breathed.

“That’s ok,” he whispered but he didn’t let go of my waist until I got up and quietly headed for the door.

I closed the door behind me and I heard him sigh before I heard a thump. I could only assume that he had let himself fall backwards and was now lying on the floor.

I leaned against a wall and felt a betraying tear slide down my cheek.

Why can’t I be normal?