Jace's eyes were dark and troubled. He bit his lip. "I can't tell you..." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Erin, who looked in pain and in trouble. He scrambled to his feet. "Excuse me a moment." he said to Angel, and then dashed off towards Erin.

I'm no Prince Charming, but I hope I can help.

He skidded to a halt beside her, and smiled despite himself. "Nice to see you again." he studied her over. "... Something wrong?" his face fell slightly.

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Jace swallowed, growing a little pale. "Just a girl I know. Nothing too serious." he lied, smiling. "Do you need a place to stay? I've got a guest room you can use." He blushed. "If that's okay with you, I mean." He glanced back at Angel.

"She's staying in one room, and I'll  be in another, so you'll be by yourself. You'll have lots of room and everything.." He looked back at her and played with his glas ses, his hair still messed up from making out with Angel.

Sarah glared after him, watching him walk off with narrowed cruel eyes, before turning around to talk to her sister. But she was gone.

Charlotte kicked a rock hard, sending it skittering across the side walk. "Stupid Sarah," she spat, wiping away another tear. "Stupid Derek. Stupid feelings. Stupid Bear. Stupid me..."

( Or we could think up some awesome twist 8D )

( Because I'm a terribly impatient person. :C )

Jace blushed a little. "You're welcome." he added, "And you aren't bothering me. My parents wanted me to get my own place, so, it's been well, a bit lonely." He blinked at her, and small smile forming on his face.

"It's good to see you're not lost again, like last night." He could feel Angel's eye on his back, and it was starting to make him jumpy and nervous. Not to mention the fact he probably looked like a mess after rolling around in the gras s with Angel. He blushed a little at that thought.

And then he cleared his throat a little. "So...."

Jace glanced back at her, as he had been lost in his own thoughts, and nodded. "Sure. She'll catch up with us later I guess," He didn't even stop to ask Angel. She started to walk, and then turned back to Erin, biting down on his lip nervously.

"I didn't want to pry, but I'm curious," he said. "You look pretty beat up. What happened?" He stared at her for a minute, worried that she'd firgured out what he and Angel had been doing a minute ago. For some reason that thought made his stomach tie itself in knots and his heart twist.

He let his mind wander around for a minute, but shook himself out of it when he realized he was still staring at her. He blushed a little. "Let's go," he said, clearly flustered with his erotic behaviours. He was craving a hot shower and a good book to read.

Jace ran a hand through his silver hair, and played with his glas ses for what had to have been the millionth time.

Jace stopped walking, looking at her with a genuinely concerned ex
pression. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, biting down on his lip again. It was a bad habit he did when he was nervous, anxious or shy about something. 

And then he noticed he was staring at her again. He stiffled a groan and dragged his gaze away from her. I guess I never noticed how pretty she is, he thought to himself. Then he realized that she had noticed what had happened between him and Angel. His mind automatically wanted to correct her.

"Look," he said, completely stopping to face her. His eyes met hers. "I know you probably think I was making out with that girl back there," he paused. "I mean, I was, but, we're not in a relationship. Just to clear that up, in case you're curious, which you probably are." He glanced skywards, wishing for a moment he wasn't so stupid. "So, um, yeah. Just like to let you know that she isn't my girlfriend...Because you're probably wondering...."

Jace sighed a little to himself as he turned back around and matched his strides with Erin's. His mind seemed to hum. Erin. Ella. Erin. Ella. Erin. Ella. Erin. Ella. Erin. Ella. Erin. Ella. Erin. Ella. He was starting to get a head ache.

Jace blinked at her, starting to feel a little bit drowsy. "I don't mind," he said quietly. "I'm not very good at keeping secrets anyways." He stared down the sidewalk until she said something else to him that sounded like an 'you okay?'.

He glanced at her, catching her eye for a second. "Yeah, just a little overwhelmed with my own thoughts. And tired. Definately tired; didn't get much sleep last night. I was too busy listening to the neighbours scream at each other." He shrugged.

Finally a big building caught his eye, and he looked it over as they walked up to it. His house.

His house was almost like a mansion it was so big; the outside was a light blue, the roofing was a darker shade of blue and there was a long stretch of gras s in the front. He stiffled a frown when he saw it, a little embaras sed to live in a place like this alone.

"My parents are rich," he explained as he pushed opened the old black gate. "They think everything is better if it's more expensive." He frowned and kept walking. "I'd rather live in an apartment or soemthing though."

Jace shook his head, and couldn't help but crack a smile. "They just want to waste money," he chuckled, looking at her with curious silver eyes. He quickly caught up to her, and stopped staring once again, blushing a little.

He said teasingly, "I never noticed how short you are," He looked down at her, as if to emphasis this, and smirked. But his smirk faded. She looked so small and frail, with all the bruises and cuts on her body. 

She looked so much younger than she probably was; plus it seemed like she was tired and sore. Well, she probably was sore, and he couldn't really blame her for that. He'd always been an only child, and his parents never abused him. Instead they ignore him, which he actually enjoyed.

He opened the door for her. "Ladies first," he said with a small smile, still thinking about how unhealthy and slight she looked.