He knew what that meant from the novels he read, he knew... and he was not stupid enough not to understand what that inclined. Jace was so sure of himself, risking losing credibility as a model student to accuse him of abusing drugs. Why was he so sure about this? Because in another timeline he was addicted right at this moment.
Paige had stopped too and felt it for the second time after she had a knife on her throat, the wrath of the protagonist.
She gulped before taking a step back. Taking a deep breath she said "You expected me to tell you every detail of a dark sadistic novel? That is irrelevant, as long as it doesn't happen again, right...right?" Urgh she got that word stuck from the little pigtail girl.
"What do you mean by dark sadistic novels?" He asked, growling.
'Ah crap.' Paige took another step back, while he closed in.
"Well... you already knew that?" Her frozen face seemed unable to lie to his face, while her voice didn't sound that sure.
"A shitty campus romance novel became a fucking sadistic dark novel, are you kidding me?" He whispered in a deep voice.
"I did, at no moment, lie to deceive you. But it really isn't possible for me to recount the garbage the author wrote to a fifteen year old. Everything I told is the truth, but I didn't mention the abusive stuff that I'm about to stop anyway." The more she talked, the more she felt she was right.
Lance thought he could see a flicker of being wronged in her eyes and was so angry he laughed. "I'm sixteen. And are we or are we not on our way to a fricking drug test?" He put a hand beside the wall she was leaning on, half kabedoning her.
"Oh come on." Her lips twitched at this position, not at all feeling as romantic, as she would have thought, while having been reading such scenarios.
Seeing her glimpse at his arm he instantly catched what she thought about. He has been educated about the wildly loved 'kabedon'. It made him embarrassed, so he backed up. The tension was diffused and he sighed deeply.
"Why am I not feeling something while talking about the plot?" She asked.
"No shocks?" Observing her it seemed true, no trembling and such.
"Though the shocks got lesser and lesser, but it was never fully pain free." She asked the same question in her head.
[The male lead was already informed of what you perceived as the plotline. It is highly recommended not to share any more information. The punishments were upgraded, and will take place if the plotline is shared.]
"What I perceived as the plotline?" She blurted out loud. In the moment her voice ended she felt her heart stop for a moment. It was like in her original world. It had happened after being up all night smoking while eating only corn flakes for two days. It was that kind of palpitations, where she had thought she was done for. She had been laying in bed thinking at first panicky, later theatralicy "Is this how it ends?"
But after months of having been too scared to consult a doctor, she did it anyway. He had said that this was normal and happens to everyone. Most people just don't notice it. Although, the probability of palpitations is higher while smoking too much, lack of sleep, a vitamin deficiency and no exercising. She had felt so relieved and liberated, that she had ordered a ton of fast food and emptied her favorite caramel schnapps as soon as she got home.
But this time, it didn't happen for a tenth of a second. Her body flinched as she felt her heart stop for at least one or two seconds. Now, she could feel her blood freeze, she was short on losing consciousness.
She drummed with her fist against her chest as if that could make sure her heart would beat. Breathing rapidly she slid to the ground.
When she had occupied this body, there was a problem with the blood circulation, but she felt her heart beat, she just didn't bleed when injured.
Now this... this was more scary for her than any other pain. It was bluntly toying with the human fear of death, activating the survival instinct that is buried deep in one's genes.