Green Hearts

Chapter 12

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that you were a best selling author" I smack his head with the book and I'm pretty sure it hurt but that was my intention from the very start

His book 'Seven' had received recognition and awarded a best seller after the first hundred million printed copies were sold out and I had to find that out by googling about it. I guess the whole spooky library thing isn't totally all spooky anymore

I had been reading the book all week and enjoying every single bit of it all so I decided to inquire when I realised that someone who I consider my close friend hadn't even let me in about it

He's literally famous in the literary world. Hey, nice rhyme

It's a miracle he even let me leave his house with it the day I took the book which is all thanks to all his shyness about kissing me

I'd slept in Muna's bed that night, cuddling with her while I layed awake for most of the night thinking about the feel of his lips on mine

I'd always been attracted to him and his good looks but that kiss took everything from 0-100 real fast. But I'd decided against thinking about it. It was just a mere kiss, he was probably just lost in the moment

We haven't been weird since after that and I thank the seven heavens for that cause I don't know what I would have done. Okay, I'm lying. I know exactly what I would have done which is run. Run away from him as always

"Are you trying to kill me? Cause your murder weapon is beyond dumb" he glares at me seriously and I deflect it by ignoring him and walking into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of juice

His house had easily become 'our' house and by our I mean, Jace, Muna and I. Muna and I had long since claimed a room to ourselves though it's a five roomed roomed house

It also helped that he didn't invite friends over, not that I'm sure he has any friends he really hangs out with and is close enough to invite home. He's always with different people every time I see him on school grounds

He pauses his game probably because he'd already been killed cause I smacked him. He gingerly rubs the back of his head to ease out the pain and follows me into the kitchen area

"How did you find out?" He says and reaches for the carton of juice, drinking straight out of it. Pig

"There's this thing called the internet" I have every intent to make him feel dumb which he does to me on a regular basis

"Shut up" his mutters and looks away

"So why?" I probe, hopping into the kitchen island. He leans his elbow on the island too and rests his head in his palm

"I don't know. It didn't seem like much of an introduction" he says quietly. It's obvious he's uncomfortable but I have to ask. His fingers dwindle with each other and his chewing on the inside of him mouth while staring at everywhere but me. Okay...that isn't weird at all

"Not an introduction, yes but you've like a month and weeks to tell me, Jace" I say in frustration. I'd really felt hurt not knowing it from him

He doesn't reply and still doesn't look at me "Jace?" I call out but even then, he's still ignoring me

"Jace talk to me" I say louder this time, moving closer to him

"Maybe I just didn't want to tell you okay?" He snaps suddenly and moves away from the island with his hand in his hair. A nervous habit I guess.

I jump in shock of the sudden change of the energy around the room. I get that he may be upset that I'm probing but he doesn't have to talk to me that way

"Fuck!" He mutters to himself again. I can't tell if he's mad at himself for loosing his cool or he's mad at himself for loosing his cool with me.

He falls silent for a moment and turns back to face me. My eyes had been staring at his back in shock, not knowing how to process the moment so my gaze snaps to his as his green eyes search mine

There's regret written on his features and I'm guessing that it's from unexpectedly snapping. I look around the room nervously, not sure of what just happened or even what to do now

"Autumn, I'm sorry...." He begins to apologize but I cut him off, getting off of the island and moving away from him

"It's fine. I shouldn't have pushed it if you weren't ready to talk about it" I walk into the living room and pick my phone off the coffee table

"I know I shouldn't have taken it out on you that way" he continues despite the fact that I've asked him not to. He's speaking and following me into the living room. His mouth is saying things that my ears are neither hearing nor my brain processing

"Jace, stop" I silence him before he notices that I'm fidgeting at the door way, trying my best to leave peacefully so that we don't get into any arguments

"You're leaving? You just got here" his eyes are alerted to watching my movements, it's almost like he can tell I'm about to run the hell away from him

"Why? You want to yell some more?" I pull a blank look, obviously not elated at being yelled at. Is this how he felt when it happened with me? I'm already holding the door ajar when he speaks again

"I just knew you'd be difficult about it" he says and slumps down in the sofa, sighing loudly

At first it feels like only my neck turns 360° and my eyes glare holes at him like dolls in scary movies, but in actuality, it's the whole of my body that turn as I shut the door and take a step towards him

Jesus keep me near the cross

"What did you just say to me, Jace?" I ask, my eyes narrowed in slits hoping that he didn't just speak to me the way he did. I thought we had been passed him being rude to me and all but obviously not

"Chill the fuck out. I just apologized, why are you leaving?" He explains himself if that's even explaining at all

"Because I can go where ever the fuck I want and when I want. What does it mean to you?" I glare at him and try not to flare up in anger

"Because I want you to stay" he retorts. This time he's standing in my face and glaring at me. Once again we're breathing the same air and I feel like he's about to kiss me again

Red flags go off everywhere in my mind and I resist the urge to flinch away from him. I can't allow that because I'm afraid of what might happen, afraid that I'll kiss him back and any possible relationships that may escalate from there

I step out of that zone and regain some of my personal space first before I shove a humourless laugh his way

"You're fucking crazy, you know that right?" I'm at the door again and I'm out of his house before I can kick my hot pot of anger over.

He doesn't stop me