Three years ago.Jace's POV.She walks into the kitchen wearing a black sundress that stops right above her knees, denim jacket and flat shoes.She looks like a church girl."Do you go to church, Livy?" I ask, sliding off the seat."Every Sunday." She smiles.Of course."Well, I don't." I say as we head towards the front door."Why not?" She asks, pulling the door open."Because I don't believe in God." I answer honestly.She gasps, she literally gasps at my response like not believing in God is some sort of illegal act."What? You go to church every Sunday but you've never heard of nonbelievers?" I lean my shoulder against the wall as she locks the door."I've just never met one before." She shrugs."Well, here I am, in the flesh." We walk down the steps."I feel uncomfortable being around you now, what if you worship the devil or something?" She says playfully."See? That's why I don't believe, Christians are so judgemental." I shake my head."I'm inviting you to church this Sunday.
Present Day.Olivia's POV.There are some days I wake up feeling depressed, I don't wanna get out of bed early, I don't wanna talk to anyone and I definitely don't wanna answer my phone or get the door.My Mum told me that we all go through that at some point, that it's the circle of life.We're happy today, we're sad tomorrow.I hate this feeling, it makes me think about myself way too much, it crowds my mind with curious thoughts and then it goes, like for instance, today, I woke up thinking that maybe, just maybe, Olivia Conner one flipped the car on purpose, maybe it was a suicide mission.I don't know how I would feel about that one, I don't even know why I've been thinking about that accident a lot lately.Anyway, moving along, my new roommate Izzy from Britain moved in a week ago and lucky for me, she's not a bitch, we actually have so much in common, it's almost like we've known each other our entire lives.I spend the day in my painting room, painting my thoughts away while l
Three years ago.Jace's POV.Our almost kiss made things more awkward between us, we walk back to her house in total silence.She looks like I made her very uncomfortable, which is understandable."Can I pick it up later? After I check on Diego?" I ask, pointing at my bike when we reach her driveway."Yeah, sure." She interlocks her fingers behind her, barely looking at me.Yeah, so, remember when I said I didn't wanna fuck it up?I fucked it up."Goodnight, Olivia." I start walking backwards, gazing at her."Goodnight, Jace." She responds in a low tone, I turn around and I squeeze my eyes shut, groaning in frustration.Fuck fuck fuck.That went awful.Diego's car is in the driveway, I don't know if he drove it to the party or maybe he also walked, I notice that his Mum's car isn't in the driveway which means she's not home.I ring his doorbell repeated until he opens the door and almost snaps at me."Well, shit, I thought you got arrested.""Nah." I let myself inside his house."What
Three years ago.Jace's POV.Diego and Blair insist we go somewhere more fun but I'm not in the mood and Cassandra's mum keeps ringing her phone so we both end up declining. They both go ahead without us, taking Diego's car. Cassandra offers me a ride back to Olivia's house, where I left my bike.She's headed in that direction anyway since the Richardson mansion is right after Diego's neighborhood. I've never crossed the Richardson's gates but Diego and I used to ride our bikes right passed the estate when we were younger and every time, we'd stop to stare at the mansion, it just made me feel like my parents were doing something wrong with their lives.Weirdly, I feel like that right now.Cassandra Richardson looks like money, hell, she even smells like money. Her hair is golden silk, she's wearing diamond stud earrings, I know her matching outfit was designed by some expensive designer and she's wearing sneakers but even they look fucking expensive.Why did I ever think that I'd ge
Three years ago.Jace's POV.My eyes flutter open, squinting at the natural light spilling into the room.The first thing that comes crumbling into my brain is that kiss and how it ended.Shit.It's way too early for this.I rub my eyes, sitting up on the edge of the bed, running a hand on my face and tugging my hair at the roots.Shit. Shit. Shit.Why does it feel like that kiss mattered, like those lips were the only lips I'd crave for for the rest of my life.Reminder, you met this girl last Friday.She shouldn't even be occupying my mind right now.I groan, picking up my t-shirt from the floor, slipping into it and marching out of the room.I hear her calling her dog from the kitchen and I halt on the staircase.Shit.I stare at the front door straight ahead, thinking about walking out of it without having any awkward conversations with her.Dick move.I descend the stairs, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning my shoulder against the frame and watching her put food for
Three years ago.Jace's POV.I know I wasn't supposed to but I enjoyed my one week suspension.Everyone would leave the house in the morning and I'd have it all to myself.There's not a lot to do at home but I made myself busy with important stuff like smoking weed, working on my bike, watching porn, eating every snack in the kitchen and finally checking out Game Of Thrones, which was fire.Time goes by fast when you're missing class, my week of paradise is now over and I'm back in hell.Diego and I have a free period and we're spending it in music class since no one's using the room.He's telling me about his night with Blair while I'm zoned out, gazing at the spot where Olivia and I had our first conversation.I didn't think about her during my week of paradise, I didn't think of anyone or anything really, I just had time to myself for the first time in a long time and I let myself live in the moment.It was like having a vacation I didn't know I needed.But now I'm back to reality
Present Day.Olivia's POV.Izzy and Myra dragged me to a club.Usually, I'm the one forcing people to go out and have fun but I've been feeling bummed lately.I just wanna stay in bed and watch movies cause things don't make sense anymore.But I didn't do that, they wouldn't let me do that.I'm glad they didn't cause partying is how I escape myself and how I keep my mind off things that I'm supposed to be thinking.Like solving the biggest mystery of your life.Fuck that.I take another shot of vodka, squeezing my eyes shut and humming when the drink flows through my body with a warm buzz.Izzy and Myra went upstairs cause that's where all the hard drugs are found, I didn't feel like tagging along because I'm not a fan of hard drugs.My eyes scan the dance floor, searching for a possible snack for the night.I probably shouldn't be calling men snacks but trust me, I have a type and snack is the only name you can use to describe them."Hey." A blond guy leans his arms on the counter be
Three years ago.Jace's POV.This is not the first time I'm pretending to be a girl's boyfriend, things didn't turn out so well the last time I did this but that's mostly because I was stoned and the girl's parents decided to say shit about my tattoos.Here's the thing, I know I'm only eighteen and people regret certain decisions as they grow but I don't think I'll ever regret the tattoos, they're a part of my grown and they somehow feel like... Therapy.Having people say stupid things about them pisses me off, so yeah, of course I pulled out a couple of curse words which left them slack jawed and no, I have no regrets.I know something dramatic is gonna happen at this meet up too but I still pass through the gates.I slow down my bike, taking in the large estate.Fucking hell.I reach the circular driveway, parking my bike next to a black Bugatti Veyron.This fucking driveway is like a luxury car collection.There's that Tesla Luke Richardson drove last year, a red Jeep Wrangler Rubi