serendipity [h.s.]

two

Song of the Chapter: Colours by Grouplove

The late August air calms me as I breathe it in. I swear, if it weren't illegal I would stab him in his nutsack. Jace; not the man with those gorgeous green eyes. Jace is my father's best friends son. Jace's father, Mark, and my father have been friends since they were in high school. I don't mind Mark so much; he's nice and light-hearted. Jace, on the other hand, is arrogant and is an absolute idiot. My father insists that we date, but just the thought of that makes me heave.

Jace is seventeen, like I am and unfortunately, we go to the same school. I haven't had a class with him since junior high, but even then I hated him. He's always been the same way, cocky and selfish. I could never understand what eighty-five percent of the female population at our school saw in him. I rolled my eyes whenever I heard them talk about how "hot" and "amazing" he was. Yeah, sure ladies. Nearly all the boys at school were the same way, egotistic and ignorant. And I didn't play for the other team. I was just going to be asexual.

I listen to the thump of my shoes against the pavement and the roar of car engines on the street. I don't know where to go, I don't want to go home and Jace is at the library. Stupid fuc-

"Wait up!"

I snap my head to the sound of a deep voice behind me. I stop walking and turn around completely. I'm met with blazing eyes and dark lashes. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are a deep red. I take a step back and he takes a step forward. I take another step back and realize that he's breathing heavily, gasping actually.

"Are you alright?" I question as he places his hands on his knees. He holds up one finger as he tries to regain his breath. A tattered leather journal is held tightly in his hand.

"You know, after a run you should continue moving, as a "cool down". It brings your heart rate down at a slow and steady pace. You shouldn't completely stop after a run or any work out. You shouldn't bend over either, your lungs and diaphragm need room to expand so oxygen can get your brain properly. If you don't, you could get sick."

He lifts his head to look me and gives me a lazy side smirk. I just stare back at him, not really knowing what else to do. My lips twitch up slightly, but it lasts less than a second. He chuckles deeply, but then wheezes in the process.

"Walk with me," I nod my head to the side. "It will help cool you down."

He nods and stands up straight. He walks beside me, chest rising and falling harshly. I look down at his attire and he's wearing tight black skinny jeans and brown boots.

"Why the hell were you running?" I blurt out. "Your outfit obviously wasn't made for it."

He laughs deeply, looking down at his clothes. "Yes, I suppose it isn't."

His voice is deep and smooth. I had expected it to be coarse and harsh, but it's not. It's a pleasant sound.

"You didn't answer my question," I point out and he smirks again. Deep dimples indent his cheeks making him appear much younger. His breathing has slowed and he looks more relaxed. He flicks his eyes to me, studying my face. I raise my brows at him and his smile brightens.

"You had dropped your phone," he reaches into his front pocket and pulls it out. I widen my eyes and take it from him. "It fell out of your bag when you pulled away from the table."

"Oh," I gulp. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he nods at me. "May I ask something?"

I turn my head to look at him. His eyes are absolutely brilliant and he's biting his lip trying to fight back a smirk.