Different

13.

Shit. This is really happening. What did I do? My heart picks up its pace, as I break eye contact with Jace. I hope that he's not coming over here, but that he's leaving towards the door. I guess luck is not on my side today, because here he is.

"We're talking. Now!" he breathes into my ear angrily, while yanking on my hand like I'm a little child.

"Hey!" the blonde guy that was dancing with me says.

Jace gives him a shove on the shoulder.

"Fuck off!" he says, with a look that could kill.

The guy stares at me weirdly, while I mouth "Sorry!" to him. 

Nevertheless, he obeys and leaves us alone, and I'm thankful he decides not to cause a scene. That gives Jace the chance to continue pulling on my hand, and I notice that he's leading us upstairs, to the same room we were in last week. I can feel the stares of people on me, as we walk past them. Immediately, I'm uncomfortable again. Before we enter the room, I finally get my courage back. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask him angrily, yanking on my hand. 

Jace simply opens the door, pulls us inside and locks the door. Up here the music is so quiet that I start to notice how drunk I really am. It always dawns on you when you're in a quiet place. I hear Jace taking a deep breath. 

"How much have you had to drink?" he asks calmly, trying to pull himself together and crossing his arms over his chest. 

His t-shirt rolls up a little, revealing more of his tattoos. I have to keep myself from drooling.

"None of your business. Don't treat me like a child" I say mimicking him, crossing my arms just like him.

"Then don't act like one" he takes one step forward, so that he's right in front of me. 

I feel intimidated, his heavy breaths hitting my skin.

"What did I do? I'm just trying to have a good time."

"Yeah, I saw you having a good time with that guy down there. And don't think I didn't see you getting cozy with that guy in the kitchen" he says, getting angry again.  

That means he's also getting louder. I can almost see a vein popping out on his forehead. If I wouldn't know his sweet, gentle side, then I'd probably be scared of him right now.

"You don't own me, I'm free to do whatever I want" I tell him, trying to stay calm myself. I'm failing. "And if you're so busy watching me, then take a closer look. I didn't want that guy in the kitchen anywhere near me" I say, getting all worked up again.

We're quiet for a few seconds, before I start my next sentence. 

"Don't you have better things to do anyway, like selling drugs maybe?" I say, calmer again, ready to talk to him about what I saw last week. 

It's probably now or never.

"Here we go. You can talk all of a sudden?" he says, scoffing.

"I had to process, Jace" I say honestly, crossing my arms over my body, to give me a little comfort.

"Process? You mean judge."

It's pissing me off, that he's still avoiding the topic instead of talking about it. He's just blaming me for something I didn't even do.

"Who said I'm judging you? It's just kind of a big deal to discover something like this about a person you slept in the same bed with" I almost shout back at him.