The Secrets Behind The Scars

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

Doing my usual routine of walking from one class, to my locker, switching some books around and then heading to my next class I also did my best to avoid contact from the other students.

Looking down I shifted my books around so the corners would stop digging into my arms and just as I turned a corner to continue heading to my class I collided into something hard.

"Oof!" I grunted when my backside met with the hard, cold, tiled floor.

"Watch where you're going," a deep, rough annoyed voice said.

Rubbing the lower part of my back, I slowly let my eyes wonder upwards to see who I had run into.

My eyes were first met with a pair of black motorbike boots, then a pair of black jeans which hugged the person's legs not too tightly and was tucked into the top of his boots. A plain white top was tight against the person's abdominal and chest area and he had a black leather jacket over the top.

I pushed my long dark brown hair out of my face and let my eyes continue looking upwards. The guy had a sharp tensed jawline with a little stubble growing alongside and prominent cheekbones. When my grey eyes were met with a pair of hard but gorgeous hazel eyes I knew immediately who I had collided with and I felt my eyes widen.

Standing above me was Jace Monroe with an annoyed expression on his face, but when he brought his eyes to mine they immediately softened, furrowed eyebrows rising a little and his tensed jaw relaxed.

"Are you alright?" He asked, the annoyed tone in his voice from before was no longer evident.

I bit my bottom lip, a small habit I did when I found myself in a awkward situation. I gave a small nod in response to Jace's question which he then gave me a small half smile. Jace held out his large hand which I looked at in complete confusion.

You see, Jace Monroe was someone who didn't take rubbish from anyone. He had a backbone and never let anyone walk over him. No one knew much about Jace except that he fought and he was good at it.

On numerous occasions I had seen Jace walk around the school with bruises and cuts on his face. Sometimes he'd go a few months without any cuts or bruises and sometimes he'd arrive at school with a injury and then a few days later some more would show up.

Still looking at his hand like an idiot, I was expecting him to start yelling at me to get out of his way but this, asking if I was alright, I did not know how to respond.

Cautiously, I slipped my small, cold hand into his large warm one and was helped back up to my feet. While I was straightening my clothes out Jace had bent down and stacked up all my books and papers that had fallen to the floor when I had fell.

"Here are your things."

I looked at my belongings that were in his hand then brought them to me, "thanks."

The bell rung and students all around us started scattering to get to their class on time. I was about to join them but a grip around my elbow stopped me.

My eyes shot down to the hand and breath hitched in my throat.

"What's your name, Sweetheart?" Jace asked.

Still looking at the hand, not wanting to let my eyes off it I didn't even notice the little nickname he had added. "A - Alice," I stuttered.

"Beautiful name. I'll see you around."

Taking his time of releasing my arm, I held my breath the whole time until the last tips of his fingers let go and he walked away. I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out while watching Jace's back retreat away from me and disappearing in with the crowd of students. I then went my own way to class.