Our Secret

Six

Carson's POV

The rest of the party ended up being kind of uneventful, well pretty much anything that happened after my time with Jace paled in comparison so if something did happen, I wasn't paying attention. For me it ended up being more of the same as always, drinking, dancing and watching Juliette search the party for Jace but she was too drunk to notice that he had left shortly after our little randevu. We were all so drunk by the end of the night, we ended up crashing in random spots throughout the house.

My mom picked me up early the next morning and the remainder of the day was spent having family time with my step dad, John and Austin. We drove down to the beach and had lunch on the pier before going shopping for some new kitchen appliance my mom had her eyes on all season. By the time we finally made it back to the house it was dark outside and I was dying to plop down on my bed and binge watch Netflix and not move for the rest of the weekend.

Sunday was the only day I had to myself and I hadn't realized how desperately I needed that alone time. Everything that has happened over the past few days from Maddie's house, to Jace coming over, to the party has started to take its toll on me so I welcomed the space away from everyone. I really don't like keeping secrets, so me and Jace's secret "relationship" is weighing heavily on my conscience but I know I can't stop seeing him. I wish I could, but if I'm honest I don't want to.

Monday and Tuesday came and went quickly, thank God, most of the time in those two days were spent with everyone talking about the events from party the Friday before. If only they knew how amazing my night actually was...well I mean I told Dylan, who totally flipped out and asked about a million and one questions. Which I answered, maybe leaving out detail a or two because I'd like to leave at least a few things just for myself. 

So that brings us to today, Wednesday. I haven't really heard from Jace at all since his goodnight text on Sunday, which is odd because he usually sends me a text every night before I go to sleep. I'm a little bummed, I like knowing he's thinking about me before bed, it makes me feel specail. My mind is running a million miles an hour and I keep overthinking every moment of Friday night trying to think of something I must have done wrong . Jeez I sound insane, but he does have a reputation for a reason, so I can't help but to think the worst. Maybe he's already gotten bored of me and moved on to his next conquest.

Is he with another girl? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous? 

See what I mean, insane. I can't even focus on the lecture Mr. Thompson is giving the class, the only things I've managed to gather are about some old dude who died a long time ago during a war, so fascinating. I discreetly pull out my phone to see if I have any new notifications, but of course my phone is dry. Ughhhh, why can't I just chill out like a normal person? See this is what Jace does to you, he makes you act like an idiot. I shove my phone back into my bag before I get caught and continue the rest of my day zoning out in every class. 

I'm momentarily relieved when the final bell rings dismissing us for the day but before I can leave and head home Jules is strutting over to me begging for me to come with her to look for Jace, like always. Honestly, I don't mind going with her today as much as I usually do, I hope he's okay. 

We make our way over to the docks where you can usually find Jace and his friends smoking and drinking under the pier. The first person I see is Chris who's downing a bottle of Vodka with a random chick perched on his muscular lap. I turn around but not before his hand slips underneath her tiny mini skirt...Yeah, I didn't need to see that. Once I'm clear of that disturbing image I see Jaxon puffing on a cigarette but what's behind him is what catches my eye. 

It's Jace leaning against one of the wooden pillars chugging a beer wearing a crisp white T-shirt  and dark jeans with dirty converse. I suspect that it isn't his first one of the day since there are about ten empty bottles in the wet sand surrounding his feet. Jules and I walk up to him side by side trudging our feet through the mucky mess. He does not look like he's in a good mood whatsoever but what really grabs my attention is the huge ring of black and purple surrounding his right eye.