[COMPLETED] Mila Wilson is quiet, anxious and a little bit of a mess. When she finally starts college despite her mental health issues, she meets the dark, mysterious, yet intriguing Jace Evans, who is covered in tattoos and the most beautiful boy s...
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So, he wants me to stay?
"It was a crazy day. I wouldn't mind staying in, but it's up to you" I answer, after little while.
"Yeah, that's fine with me" Jace answers, and I check the time.
It's five now, if we stay here all evening, I'm probably going to get a little anxious later. Sometimes it's hard for me to sit still. I'll get the feeling that I have to do something productive. We'll see, maybe I'll be alright.
"So, movie night it is?" Jace asks, leaning forward.
He places a light kiss on my cheek.
"Sounds good" I tell him smiling.
"Alright, let me set up" he says, as we stand up again.
Jace walks over to the living room area.
I grab my phone once more, to scroll through Instagram this time. I see a lot of new posts from the girls I knew in high school. They present their amazing lifestyle as well as their bodies, wearing only the tiniest of outfits. As always.
A thought pops into my head. I haven't uploaded anything in while, the tattoo is the perfect opportunity to show everyone that my new life at college is in full motion. I'm a little hypocrite, I know.
I take off my sweater, knowing that I put on black top with spaghetti straps underneath. I walk over to Jace's full length mirror, that he has next to his bathroom. It's a beautiful dark brown color and there's a huge plant right next to it. Jace's wooden floors add up to that perfectly and I'm happy with how my picture will turn out in this setting.
I reorganize my top, so that it fits right, and notice that the tightness of it brings out my small sized boobs very well. I turn a little to the side and let my arm hang, so that my tattoo is in full sight. I try to move my body in a way, so that it looks good in the photo, but cover my face with my phone a little. That way everyone knows the post is about my tattoo and not about my face. No one will know the actual meaning, even if I get a few questions about it. I take a few shots, trying to get a picture where everything looks perfect.
"What the hell are you doing?" I suddenly hear from behind me.
Jace looks at me with a weird look, which is why I have to chuckle.
"I'm taking a photo for instagram" I answer with red cheeks.
"Then why does it look like you're doing gymnastics or some shit?" he asks, laughing too.
"Are you making fun of me again?" I laugh back.
"You girls and instagram. It's all about the natural beauty" he says and comes over to me.
"Show me the photos" he says and I give him my phone so he can have a look at them.
