Dainy
Let's not forget the time he tricked me into going paint balling with him, only to learn I was target practice for a bunch of ten-year old. I could probably spend hours talking about why Jace Stone annoys the crap out of me.
“You could've at least pretended to know how to dress,” I say as I step closer toward the sleeping form on the couch directly in front of me.
Jace has on a blue and green check shorts and a bright yellow golfer which is a complete transformation from the Jace I know, whose wardrobe consists of Jordan's, denims, t-shirts and earphones, much like Kylie's.
“It's Aiden's, I'm moving in across from you, didn't he tell you we’re going to be neighbors?” The Devils smirk he gives me has me glowering.
“In fact, tomorrow night we’re having a house warming you should come and bring those sexy ass cheerleaders of yours, it's a dress down party.”