Page 19 of Set the Moment
Herca?
Hercules!
He’s like Hercules. He’s strong, nice, and looks out for me. Jace Heart is like my very own Hercules!
I giggle at the thought of him being my hero.
“You can’t go to all of my shows, silly! I live in California…” I frown, but Jace laughs off my words.
“My dad has a plane! I’ll just ask him and we’ll go together, we can even get…cookies… together,” he says, whispering the word “cookies”.
I giggle at his silliness, and just like that, my once somber mood is replaced with something light and airy like the sun.
He’s my sunshine.
Heaving a deep sigh, I turn on my heels and leave.
Not today, Satan.You may have taken me out of my character a few days ago, but I refuse to give this ogre the satisfaction of a reaction from me.
Nope.
Not happening.
By the time I make it back home to the apartment, I’m annoyed, hungry, and still thinking about my list. I had it before I went to class a few days ago…
The pinging of my phone pulls me out of my thoughts as my phone vibrates against my butt pocket. Looking down, I furrow my brows as I read the text from Aric.
Aric
We still on for Sunday?
My heart drops at the thought of dealing withmoremen this week. I need a break from their species. I don’t think it’s good to have to socialize with multiple men in less than a week. It messes with the brain.
I feel dumber just from a few hoursthinkingabout Jace, let alone being around him.
I knew that I’d started losing brain cells when my first thought after being asked on a date was, “Would Jace care if I went?” rather than, “What kind of perfume should I wear?”
I’m losing my mysterious girl vibe here!
“Girl, you’re letting the good air out the house! You’re either in or you’re out,” Georgia jokingly scolds me, standing in front of me with her blonde locks in rollers, wearing a baby blue bath robe and a green face mask.
“Who’s grandma are you?” I ask, cracking a smile as she rolls her eyes.
“Obviously someone has to be an authority figure around these parts…Cleo’s been acting suspicious, and I haven’t seen you in three days!” she groans dramatically, dragging herself to the kitchen. In an instant, she’s back in front of me, holding a strawberry cupcake.
My smile widens as she struggles to eat the cupcake because of the mask, and I take a step back when she gets a little closer with the cupcake.
Georgia’s the oldest of the three of us, with her being twenty-one while Cleo and I are both twenty. Georgia graduated with us because she was held back in kindergarten due to her dyslexia, which from what I heard, is how she, Jace, and Cleo became friends the next year.
Since I spent my summers and some winter breaks in Summerfield, I met Georgia. She became an instant big sister to me, always looking after me and trying to get me out of my shell.
“Missed me?” I tease, grinning from ear to ear as she hands me a paper towel with four fresh baked chocolate chip cookies on it.
My favorites.
We’re a household of snackers. If you ever come over, expect to find donuts, cookies, and cupcakes at any time of the day.
“You already know I have! I haven’t seen you or your Type-A cousin inyears,and now you two are here and we haven’t had a single girls night…” the blonde groans and pouts while kicking her legs out like one of my toddler dancers.
