AN: This is my first fic so please no judging me. I've always been a massive fan and thought I could try writing about the beautiful couple that is clace! Anyway please enjoy:)
I remember it hurt. Looking at him hurt. When I looked at him I was reminded of the 5 years I've spent pining over a boy who doesn't even know that I love him or just doesn't care, and that person was Simon Lewis. The best way to describe him was Indie, not just because of his many band tee's that somehow only I knew but because he would ramble on about things that just came across as very indie eg. how Morrissey had become vegan or something stupid like that again. Also his entire demeanour was lanky but hot, he also possessed the cutest hair ever! I know I shouldn't be fangirling but the way his dark brown hair would fall slightly over his eyes every time he was concentrating making me just want to jump his bones. As I look at him sitting in class with his cute curly brown hair and massive rounded glasses, making him look nerdy but sexy somehow, and not to mention his breath taking good looks, I begin thinking about whether or not to just be upfront with him and tell him how I feel. But as he turns to say hi I try and pretend to act like haven't just been drooling over him for the past 10 minutes. And to my misfortune, the only person aware of my dire love for 'ratboy' as he would call him was Jace Wayland. It not like I wanted Jace to find out but because he spent so much time hanging around at my house with my brother, just constantly annoying me and treating me like a five year old, he said as I became better and better friends with Simon he saw the way I looked at him or something extremely cliché like that. But anyway when I sitting here listen to my boring teacher grumble on about something I was completely uninterested in and looking at Simon I just don't understand why Jace could see it how I felt but Simon couldn't. ~0~ On the way to lunch I bumped in Jace who winked at me like he always would to annoy me. But before I describe him to you just know that I'm only human so if I get carried away just please bear with it. Anyway, Jace was at least one and half ft. taller than me which for some reason it gave him the excuse to call me things like tidge and baby carrot (this not only insulted my height but my firey red hair) but I'd be lying if I didn't say he was probably a fallen angel. Every feature on his face complimented him from his golden eye that matched the sun to his perfect sun kissed skin and the way his hair was the perfect length to grab if you were going to furiously make out and the way he had a crooked tooth which meant that every time I made him laugh he would have a wicked grin right before that would make me want to pass out, see what I meant I'm rambling. His body was no doubt a temple and worst of all he was wearing a top that clearly was meant to torture me, damn me and my stupid hormones. It clung tohim in all the right places and seriously who wouldn't want that? Anyway as I was saying as I bumped into him I was reminded how badly I need to speak to him about the whole Simon situation. As I began rambling on and on about my unrequited love, all golden boy did was sigh and simply said "jealously is a very powerful thing tidge." And to my surprise I actually understood what he was talking about.
