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    carver sat there silently, a soft smile on his lips. his piercing hues look over the girl in front of him, lingering in spots where they probably shouldn’t have. “you’re very beautiful, did you know that?”

          “you know what I hate?” river asked drunkly, him and his boyfriend having been club. “I hate leaving the bathroom and seeing you and other guys grinding,” he laughed bitterly. “And then you keep going until you notice me, and play it off all fuckin night,” he shook his head and sat on his bed. “oh i fuckin hate that, it’s like you do these things just to fuckin hurt me. just to rub it in my face that you could do better.”

everything was going so perfectly for him and luke. the blonde was nothing but good to him, probably better than he deserved, and the hate wasn’t too tolerable. he still wasn’t very sure where he stood with luke’s bandmates but that didn’t matter much for now. they were happy that’s all that matter. jace should have really figured things wouldn’t stay picture perfect for too long because of course people would find out. of course they would. luke’s fans managed to find out everything. he honestly felt sick to his stomach and he raced around the hotel room, trying to pack all his things and leave before the blonde got back from some rehearsals but he had no such luck.

      “Wasn’t it your turn to be on princess duty? Do you know how tiring it is to play princess with Nadia? Fecking exhausting and this tutu is itchy as hell.”

 it had been two days since luke had left to fly to LA and there were already a billion pictures of him with some girl. their were grainy photos of the pair in a club, there were hq photos of them leaving together, the girls hand in luke’s here head down trying to not be blinded by the flashes. his blood was boiling. jace knew he had no right to luke, they weren’t together. no matter the lavish gifts he was given or what sweet things luke whispered to him after sex, they weren’t together. jace would probably never get to travel with luke; the blonde probably had a groupie stashed everywhere he visited he didn’t need jace. it wasn’t fair that he was probably nothing to luke but the blonde’s fans still got to tear him down, rubbing the pictures in his face, every other tweet in his mentions was one of those stupid pictures. his jealously and anger got the better than and with the help of a whole lot of vodka he posted something on his instagram he probably shouldn’t have. “whoops.” he muttered, before turning off his phone to go to bed for the night.

    “i think i might have a knitting problem, if i’m being honest. i-i’ve knitted like five sweaters in the past three days. i literally have no clue what to do with the sweaters since i already have so many!”

hELLO MY DAUGHTER !