The Bad Boy's Trophy

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A/N: What's up my guys! I've been feeling pretty inspired lately! Please tell me what you think of the comment! As always like share and comment! Love you guys! Above is the dress but picture like the chest area open and the color a lighter blue!
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JACES POV

I wake up to the sound of my alarm and a voicemail. I don't even need to listen to it because I know what it says.

It's my mom saying something along the lines of, "Sorry Jace, I got held up with work, we can celebrate your birthday later this week! Love you."

It's not even a surprise anymore. My father probably won't even call, time zone issues and all. So that's it, another year completely alone on my birthday.

It's not like it matters anymore, I'm 18 now. Yeah it hurt when I was like 11 and my parents left me with Darcey my French nanny.

She made me almost forget that I was forgotten about. She also taught me French which was the first of my four other languages that I am fluent in besides English. She gave me a love for language. Darcey still works for my family but she is more of a housekeeper than a nanny because I'm old enough to watch myself now.

She was also my first crush but we don't talk about that because it's embarrassing. I used to write her love notes and write her songs.

I'm used to this. I'm going to make myself some breakfast, work out, study and that's about it. I already rejected Steve and Adam, I have nowhere else to go.

Suddenly my phone buzzes, which is odd, maybe my dad is texting to say happy birthday.

Instead of seeing my dads contact I see a different one. It's EJs mom, my Aunt Amy. She's always trying to get me to call her that but I think it makes EJ uncomfortable. Maybe she wants to thank me for letting EJ crash at my place after the party. Even though I should be the one thanking her, I mean she basically dragged EJ over here after all. I wrote her a birthday gift, I hope she likes it. I also hope I have the courage to give it to her.

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EMMA JANES POV

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Emma Jane, happy birthday to you!" My mom came into my room with a tray of pancakes with a candle on it.

She always made such a big deal about my birthday, I think maybe it is to cover up the sadness that today brings.

My dad on the other hand wishes me happy birthday but then he leaves for work. It's been 18 years but I know he still can't talk about it.

Mom says he's trying and I know he is but I know this day brings up some memories and emotions he'd rather not face.

I know he doesn't blame me for what happened, I know he loves me. But I also know this day is a day of grief and pain for him. I dont mind him leaving and diving into his work, I know he needs to.

Mom has always been there to celebrate. She lets me sleep in late and we go shopping. If it's a weekday we postpone the celebration until the next weekend. It sucks that tonight is a school night but I'm still excited to spend the day with mom and later enjoy dinner with her. She always makes a new dish I've never tried before for my birthday. It can be from anywhere in the world and it's always delicious.

I feel like if she wasn't so dedicated to defending others and making sure justice is given, she would have made an amazing chef.