Nobody's

Chapter 20: Little Miss I've Never Missed School

Jace's shirt wasn't as short as I'd expected it to be, instead it fitted me like a tiny dress, stopping a little above mid thigh. The thin black cloth was loose around everything except my boobs but thankfully I was wearing a bra so nothing was on display. The shirt was filled with a faint cologne scent and another that could only be described as Jace.

Wearing his shirt wasn't bad at all, I felt a strange comfort in wearing it, like I was being hugged by him. A soft caring hug, one feeling just as good as the first hug he gave me in the nurse's room some weeks ago. How far that memory seemed, I always knew Jace was an asshole but then I'd thought he was actually a good person who cared about me but from what had been happening recently he'd gave me reasons to think otherwise.

I could feel the tiredness crawling behind my eyes as I made my way back to his room. I'd thought of just going to another room to sleep but I knew sleep would never come if I was laying in a foreign bed. My body and senses preferred familiarity and I couldn't blamed them, I just felt safe. Safe from what? I didn't know, but familiarity equalled safety for me.

Upon entering the room, I placed the clothes I had taken off back in my small bag and made a mental note to take it form the closest when I was leaving in the morning. I returned to the bed, ignoring the body on the floor and plopping myself on the firm mattress openly accepting the sleep that had reached my eyes.

"The shirt looks good on you." I heard him say but didn't bother to answer. I was done with him, not a single comment was left within me to give him.

JACE'S POV

It had been a long fucking night that refused to end. I groaned lightly, resting my head back on the pillow. I heard Moya shuffling as she entered the room. I couldn't help myself and soon I was staring at her perfect yet small figure being swallowed by my shirt. She didn't notice I was looking at her and I felt my eyes searching for her chest as she walked from the closest. As expected my shirt hugged her boobs and my mind drifted off to imagining her without her bra again. Her boobs were complete circles, sitting high in her chest, perfectly perky. She didn't even need to wear a bra, they honestly looked better without one.

She'd fell against the bed, turning her back to me. I was greeted by silence. Maybe she was a bit upset about the shirt thing, I knew she would be, but the look on her face after her outburst made it obvious she thought she had won our little argument, I couldn't help myself to remind her that I was a dick.

"The shirt looks good on you." I told her and really meant every fucking syllable. My attempt to get a comment from her had failed as she returned only silence to me yet again. I was about to speak again but thought of how tried she was. Her relentlessly shuffling continued for about ten minutes until the only sound filling the air was her heavy breaths.

It was a bit annoying at first but slowly grew on me and I found myself taking a liking to the rhythm it made. Calm nearly, that's how I felt just listening to her and staring up at the ceiling, for a minute not thinking of where I was nor where I had been, but just thinking of what could've been haunting such a peaceful soul, causing her to scream during her sleep.

I felt my eyes closing for the first since....it wasn't even possible to remember and soon I was unexpectedly asleep.

MOYA'S POV

The vibration from something, my phone I assumed, caused my eyelids to flutter as they struggled to open. Exhaustion hadn't fully left my system and the growing throbbing in my head, as I got out of the bed proved it. I groaned, grabbing my phone from the nightstand to see what had interrupted my sweet time of shut eye. I'm certain that my eyes had fallen out my head when the time flashed across my screen.