The Reject

Chapter Twenty Six - Sort Of

The Reject – Chapter Twenty Five

Baby you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart

And baby you've got the sort of face to start this old heart

But your eyes are warning me this early morning

That my love's too big for you my love – Sort Of ~ Ingrid Michaelson

A question which has been haunting my head for an hour: Can I bang my head against the wall?

‘You look like a pig.’ I snapped my head towards Jace. ‘What the-!’ He laughed and there was a pain in my chest. How unfair… having a smile like that. He laughed louder when I scowled. ‘What are you even laughing about?’ I asked, annoyed. He looked at me with mischievous eyes. His expression made me want to smile but I scowled harder. ‘You haven’t realized that your hairstyle has become unique due to your obvious stress. You need to bru