Kidnapped: Book 1

Chapter 17. This Is Why I Love You.

** Well as you can probably guess I just really want to get to the second book... but I'm actually going to finish Book 1 1/2 first.  This is because I've thought of a different beginning to book two... It involves Ryder... and Jace coming back much faster... like after they graduate. So to do that ending I have to finish 1 1/2 and then do some MAJOR editing before I start reposting book 2.... Thanks for the support!

Izzy's POV

“So why not?” Mark asked me. I groaned and buried my head in my knees. Jake was outside, he couldn’t stand Mark’s constant questioning. Mark still hadn’t given up on trying to figure out why Jace and I haven’t… well you know.

“Mark, do the world a favor and go drown yourself.” Jace muttered. He ran his hands through his hair.

“Because then Spitfire would be sad,” Mark spat back.

“Trust me, I wouldn’t be sad at all,” I told him.

“Are you guys like Mormon?” He asked. I groaned again.

“That’s hot.” Mark smirked. Jace glared at him. If looks could kill…

“No, we’re not Mormon! We’re Catholic.” I shouted.

“Oh, are you the ones who have Hanukkah?” Mark asked. I really wanted to strangle him right about now.

“No, we have Christmas. Now shut the hell up and leave us alone!” I screamed.

“No need to shout. So what it’s like against your religious rules or something?” He questioned.

“Yes,” I answered, shortly. I wasn’t going to explain our reasons, especially to him. Jace and had been together for 3 months. We said we were going to wait for a year or so… not only that but the religion thing and of course my father. If he found out not only would Jace be dead, but me too.

“I can’t believe you actually listen—“

“Mark, SHUT UP!” Jace and I screamed in unison.

Mark got up begrudgingly and stalked out of the cabin. Good, I hate that man SO MUCH!

I sighed in annoyance and looked over at Jace. He had his little crooked smile on.

“What?” I asked.

He laughed and his smile widened.

“Oh God, you’ve finally lost it.” I said, shaking my head.

He reached out a hand and pushed back a lock of my hair. His hand lingered at my ear for a moment then ran down my cheek. He cupped my chin in his hand. He stared at me, his muddy eyes taking in my face.

“Jace what’s—“ He put a finger to my lips.

“Shh we mustn’t wake the master.” He whispered in an extremely realistic British accent.

“Mr. Newman?” I asked. He covered my mouth gently.

“Yes, you must be quiet love, or he will wake up and take you from me.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes at him.

“You’ve completely lost it.” I whispered.

“Yes, yes I have.” He said, still talking in his accent.

He still had my chin cupped in his hand. He gently kissed me. “Will you be my Rose?” He asked.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Jace and I had a tradition, that he was sort of forced into, that every time Titanic was on we would watch it. He would get annoyed that I would call him Jac Dawson. I mean it was his name just minus the e. We'd memorized basically every line in that movie.