Purge (purger) wrote in nextin, @ 2012-09-12 21:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | verdict |
Who: Jace and Warren
What: Chatting and coping ... and possibly some swooning on Jace's side.
When: Sept. 12 - Afternoon
Where: Warren's Room
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Status: Incomplete
Jace should have gone to talk to Chris, but he knew if he saw her, his entire mood would just continue to plummet. He wasn't himself and he had lost the luster that made Jace...Jace. This had been the third time now that Jace had failed his team, had failed his leader, and he wasn't sure how much more he could handle. Prior events hadn't phased him. At that point, he hadn't cared about most of the things at the school. He wasn't completely heartless as to not care about people, but the more he didn't want to be at the school, the less he worried about the people living in it. He had made the mistake of opening himself up and letting others in. Now, he was trying to cope with handling Asher's injury and continuously asking himself if he had been up and awake, if things would have been different. Jace was absolutely positive that it would be regardless of what anyone would have told him. Asher was in his position because Jace had been irresponsible.
He should have felt a little better, though, when one Warren Worthington had invited him for a chat. Warren was, in so many words, hot. Everyone and anyone could see that, but Jace appreciated it as well. He had spent a good portion of the day just preparing for this chat with Warren. After all, you couldn't wear just anything when you were meeting with a guy like Warren.
Smoothing a hand through his unruly hair, Jace stood in front of Warren's door. Did he knock? Did he knock and announce himself? Groaning heavily into his hands, Jace tilted his head back. He was acting ridiculous! His friend and teammate was in pieces and here he was trying to talk to someone. Warren was just someone, though. He was...Warren. There was a tug in Jace's stomach and he felt himself flush. Was he really blushing over this? He was so screwed! He wasn't some pre-teen boy, but Warren wasn't just some guy.
Clearing his throat, Jace finally gave a sharp knock against the door. "Uh, Warren? It's Jace." Oh gosh, he already sounded like some adolescent boy.