Chapter 8 Pretenses
-Izzy-
God, I needed to get a breather so I am here in the bathroom. I pressed a light powder on my cheeks using my puffs, as I tried to freshen up. I am good at masking my emotions, but I am not good at lying. Jace cannot know the truth. It will destroy our friendship. It will just f*ck up everything—with my friends and with my work.
I took a deep breath before I made my way out of the bathroom. When I looked up, I saw Jace leaning his back against the wall of the small hallway, with arms crossed. Goddamn. We've been friends for a long time, so I knew he would ask questions. I have been candid and open with him throughout our friendship.
"Hey, Izzy. Can we talk?" My breathing quickened.
"Sure." I replied with a smile.
He straightened up as he led us to a seclu
