People have a funny way of entering and exiting your life.

They will unexpectedly show up in your life and whether they enhance the greatness in your life or completely tear it down, it will teach you a lesson. At the time you may not know what the purpose of it is, and you may never know, but I believe it all happens for a reason.

People will enter your life and stay; others will show up and disappear in a heartbeat. That is why you must learn to cherish every moment -good and bad- as you never know what will happen.

That is why I was shocked when I was fronted with the last person I wanted to see.

Jace's body was leant on the thick wooden column that supports the porch in front of my house. His head hung low as he watched his hands twist the silver rings on his fingers. I was reminded of how cool the rings felt on my face the last time I saw him.

When he heard the door open, his head moved slowly up to look at me, looking me up and down before his eyes finally settled on my own. I felt my heartbeat quicken at the small smile that was playing on his lips as he walked over to me, now standing directly in front of me. He was wearing light blue ripped denim jeans, a baggy striped t-shirt and white shoes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, walking out the door and closing it behind me. The smile on his face faltered temporarily when he heard the tone of my voice, but he quickly covered it back up with a convincing smile. Anyone else would say that it was genuine, but I felt as if something about it seemed off, almost if he covers up what he is feeling with a smile and people believe him. I don't.

"I was thinking that we could go out and do something. Spend the day together." A frown and confusion found its way onto my face. I watched as his eyes filled with concern and eagerly flickered over my face, almost as if he was searching for the answers and that they would be written on my forehead.

So, he just turns up here after not hearing from him for weeks and expects everything is going to be normal? Some people are like that but not me. He can't just play with my emotions, leave and just turn up again. This is not how this is going to work.

"What happened? I haven't heard from you for weeks and now you just turn up?" I questioned. It was better to confront the situation now than let it build up into something that it did not have to be.

He now stood up straight, his previously relaxed posture now fixed. I could sense that me asking that made him defensive, but it needed to be sorted out.

He ran his hand through his hair out of frustration. He was fighting with himself; I could see it on his face. I could see his mind working fast for an answer for me. He looked... conflicted. Like he did not know what to tell me.

The truth. That was all I wanted.

"I am sorry, I really am. I just got caught up in some stuff," he told me avoiding my eyes the entire time. He was not lying, but he was holding something back and I have no idea what that was.

I sighed and turned away from him to open the door, "Okay. Give me 15 minutes to get ready and then we can go."

Trust is something that needs to be built over time, some people taking longer than others so if time is what he needs to trust me, that is what I will give him. But I won't be here waiting forever.

Jace was sat in the living room as I walked upstairs and rushed to get ready. Luckily for me, I washed my hair the night before, so I didn't have to do anything with it apart from take it out of the bun I had slept in. I quickly brushed my teeth, cleaned, and applied light makeup to my face. I went to rush into my closet when I almost completely ignored the fact that Jace had moved to lying on my bed.

I was used to him just allowing himself in my room if I am honest, he has every time he has come round.

I stood in my pyjamas just watching Jace. He was lying on his side, his phone on the bed as he scrolled through some type of social media platform. I knew that he knew I was watching him but that didn't stop me. That was, of course, until his gaze met mine.

"As much as I would love for you to stand there staring all day, we have plans and you need to get dressed," he said looking me up and down when he mentioned getting dressed. I blushed but turned away before he would have chance to see.

I looked through the clothes in my closet and felt completely uninspired by every item of clothing my eyes set on.

Whenever I know that I'm going or doing something with Jace, it takes me twice as long to find something suitable to wear. I guess it has something to do with wanting to look my best when I am around him however, I did just open the door to him in my pyjamas, my hair a mess.

I started getting frustrated with myself not being able to pick an outfit. Normally, I would have asked Syd, but she stayed round Lucas' house last night. I could facetime her, but I doubt she would be up yet.

I had literally nothing to go from. I had no idea where we were going, what we were doing, who -if anyone- was going to be there. I was at a mental block but with clothes.

I put back the seventh pair of trousers I had picked up; I was on the verge of giving up.

"Jace. What are we doing today?" I shouted from the closet hoping that he would just answer.

But this is Jace we're talking about, of course he didn't.

"That's for me to know and you to find out, babe," he replied.

I felt my face scrunch up in disgust at the name. My thoughts would always automatically go to the kids' film about the pig called Babe, "Ew, oh my God. Please never call me that ever again."

I turned around and he was now standing in the threshold of my closet, his hands in his pockets as he leant on the doorframe, wearing a boyish grin on his face, "But babe is just short for baby," he said innocently.

He was far from innocent. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Woah. I did not know that. Thanks for the new information," I said every word dripping in sarcasm.

He ignored my remark and took a step closer to me, making me wonder what he was going to do next. He removed his hands from his pockets, putting them both behind his back.

"I thought you said that you like it when I call you baby." His eyebrow was raised and his confidence at an all-time high.

Unluckily for me, when he gets confident, so do I.

"Yeah, I said that." My voice came out quieter than I had expected. I took a step forward, me being the one to now make the simple but exciting move.

My heartbeat accelerated and the tips of my fingers began to tingle with anticipation. The strong scent of mint and his cologne messed with my senses. It was intoxicating.

His attractive blue eyes carefully watched my every move, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. I took another step closer.

"But you know what happened last time you called me that," I whispered, his face inches away from my own. I kept my eyes on his face the entire time, his own dropping to my hand that was moving towards him.

I placed my hand on his chest. I felt his muscles contract underneath my touch. His heart was racing. It felt good to know that I had the same effect on him that he had on me.

His gaze returned from my hand and back to my face. He watched me like he was waiting for me to make the next move.

My hand slid off his chest and reached for his hand. I pulled him deeper into the closet, letting go when we were properly in. "Now, help me find something to wear," I said pulling us both back on track.

"Okay," he replied, clearing his throat afterwards, his throat hoarse when he spoke.

He walked past me, our arms brushing together.

I observed as he rummaged through all my clothes. He was making an effort to put them back after taking them out, but I knew I was going to have to sort it all out again later.

"Get changed into this." He held out some folded-up clothes. I took them out of his hands and turned away from him and started taking my top off.

I could feel the intensity of his eyes against my back. "Jace, get out. Right now!"

When I heard him finally leave me alone, I put on the clothes he had given me.

I stood in front of my body length mirror and analysed the outfit I was wearing. Black ripped jeans, dark blue oversized striped shirt with black converse. My hair was carelessly floating around my face as did the lightning bolt shaped dangly earrings I was wearing, my normal stud for my helix. I had silver rings that looked cool in comparison to my middle skin tone.

He had picked out clothes so that we matched. We were matching, just with different colours and that made my heart melt.

When I walked back into my room, Jace's attention immediately turned to me. His eyes lit up and he discarded his phone on my bed. He stood up and walked over to me, "You look amazing, Princess."

He then proceeded to stand in front of me and envelop me in a comforting hug.

It was completely unexpected. I don't usually know how to deal with it when people hug me, but with Jace, it always just feels right.

Everything feels right with Jace.

I was the one who pulled back. I had started to feel overwhelmed.

"You ready to go then, big man?" I asked, both my hands patting him on the chest.

"Am I ready? I have been the one that has been waiting for you this whole time," he laughed. He walked over to my bed, picked up both our phones and then took my hand in his, "Let's go."

He dragged me out of the house and opened the car door for me to enter. I climbed into the car and Jace started the engine.

"No motorbike today?" I questioned while stretching the seatbelt across my body.

"No. We are going to need more room."

A puzzled expression crossed my face making Jace deeply chuckle, "Don't worry. I am sure you will like it." 

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