I open the door while yawning, finding Jace there. He says nothing before pushing through and heading into his room. Shaking my head, I sigh and mutter under my breath.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I swallow and try to think of how someone would have breached my bubble.
"Damn you, Nic," Jace shakes his head, "The one thing you had to do..."
"Hey, I told you I'd be busy, alright? You should have taken them with you if you didn't trust me," I snap, "Stop freaking yelling at me. You're always doing that. I'm not half the crapa*s you make me out to be, a**h*le."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot