A rogue raindrop finds its way to the pale skin of my overly large forehead. I don’t have the strength or want to wipe it away so I let it run its course down my chin until it settles on the nape of my neck. I no longer care that my once perfect mascara has melted its way down my face leaving all too prominent streaks. Nor do I care that my phone keeps ringing and ringing. Most of all I don’t care that it’s Jace on the other end. I mean why would I care about the love of my life who just happens to be a maddened serial killer. So maybe serial killer doesn’t really fit Jace. It’s more like vampire, but who really keeps track of titles. Of course a human dating an adorable vampire is really cliché so I’ll go with serial killer. I mean I’ve never been into those ridiculous clichés like love at first sight or vulnerable human follows for powerful but unhappy vampire. Jace isn’t like that Edward guy. He is decisive, strong, and without human blood in his system he burns in the daylight. For the record, he doesn’t smell like cookies. Jace will never go to high school since he already knows more than most scholars, I mean wouldn’t you if you were 500 years old.
Hold on, I’m getting way too far ahead of myself. Why would I tell you, dear reader, all my little secrets? Who really wants to know about a not so normal girl falling for an all to extraordinary guy. That’s. Right, I forgot, everyone, so here it goes. I met Jace in a quiet little book store on the corner of Fletcher and Main. The shop was called Mi Amore and was owned by a little old woman with a big white cat. I came in once every few days to straighten up the shelves and restock. In return she paid me in books, glorious books. I had been away at a summer writing camp and had only returned a day ago. When I came into the shop it was beyond disarray. Books lay in piles all around the little shop, even the carefully organized magazines and jewelry were in the wrong place. When I saw the little old lady she simply shrugged, this is why she had “hired” me I began to organize, picking books up and putting them into their places. When I had found my way to the back of the store I got the surprise of my life. Lying on my precious window seat was a tall, dark, and handsome guy. Of course features don’t matter when it comes to my window seat. That was my place of solace, my quiet hiding spot. I ran up to little old Miss. Bea and asked her who in the world was laying on my seat, that section of the store is for staff/Me only. With my luck Miss. Bea only said that he was meant to be here then walked away. At that moment I thought Bea was the oddest woman on earth, man was I wrong.
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