Jace's POV

I wake up to Charlene's body strewn across my bed. Her mouth hangs open and she snores lightly. I run a hand through my bed head and look at her. She's not anywhere near as sexy as her cousin. Speaking of, I've already checked my phone several times waiting for Henry to tell me she's okay. What if she's not okay? Maybe I should go to the hospital? No that would be fucking ridiculous. I tap Charlene with my foot.

"Yo Char, get up," I say trying to move her with my foot.

She moans and says something and then falls back asleep. I roll my eyes. My flight leaves soon and if she doesn't get up I'll have to just leave her here. A knock at my door takes me from my thoughts. I quickly throw on an old t-shirt and my jeans from last night and head for the door. I'm still buttoning up my pants when I pull the door open. Henry stands there looking at me. His expression unreadable. Then my mind races to the million different ways this conversation could go. I wish I'd stop thinking like a chick, I can't shut off my damn brain. That girl really got me good.

"Can I come in?" he asks.

I look around hoping that Charlene doesn't wake, I peak down the hallway to check.

"You have a guest?" he questions.

"It's fine, come in," I say.

He steps in and looks around. I shut the door behind him.

"You can uh, sit on the couch I guess," I say shrugging.

"This won't be long," he says, he sounds annoyed that he's here.

"You could have just texted me," I remind him.

"Could have, but I was on my way to the hospital and figured I'd come in person," he says. "You leaving?" he nods his head towards the suitcase packed up.

"Tonight," I confess.

"Right of course you are," he mumbles.

If he were any other guy I'd pummel his ass, but he's not just any guy he's Faith's best friend. I'd only hurt her friends if they hurt her. I don't think Henry and Nicole are capable of hurting her.

"She's okay," Henry says. "When her aunt called me she said low blood pressure and dehydration," he says. "Can I ask you something?" he asks still looking around.

I shrug, because I'm sure either way he'll tell me what's on his mind.

"If you did this all as a scam, why do you want to make sure she's okay?" he asks.

"Dude, I'm not the kind of guy who sings Kumbaya and shares his feelings. I just do okay," I tell him.

"Okay, have a safe flight," he says turning to leave.

Mother fucker. I run my hand through my hair again for the millionth time today. I do it when I'm frustrated and right now I'm fucking frustrated. I really don't go around sharing my feelings with my friends, not even any of the girls I've been with. The only girl I've ever shared anything with was Faith, and now every part of her is about to walk out the door. She already is gone, and now the one last thing tying us together is about to leave. Henry's a good guy, I know she'll be in good hands being his friend. I'm anxious about leaving her behind in the state she's in, but what else am I going to do? It's not like I can man up and talk about my feelings and crap. It's not in me and I just can't... the door slams shut as Henry walks out. Shit.

I let out a scream that I've been holding in all night. It's all my rage and anger boiled into one loud growl. I pull my phone from my jean pocket and throw it at the wall. I watch as the pieces crash to the ground shattering just like Faith said my heart would. Well she did a good job because right now I feel exactly how my phone feels, and it hurts like a motherfucker.