A/N- Hi everyone! This is my first fic-hope you like it! Inspired by a game of Ping-Pong I played today. It wont be more than 2 chapters, it was going to be only one but then I couldn't decide what to do, so review and tell me who should win and weather or not I should write them paying off the bet. Thanks so much!
"You wanna bet?" the fiery red headed girl challenged.
"I don't know if it would really be a bet-more like you paying me to loose…" Clary's eyebrow shot up as she crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight to one foot.
"oh really?" she drawled out. Jace and she were in Simon's garage with a Ping-Pong table in between them. They had been waiting for Simon so they could go to dinner after his gig. Jace had gotten bored and started playing Ping-Pong on his own when Clary had gotten up and challenged him. Jace, never able to turn down a good challenge, not only accepted but became very arrogant. More so than usual.
Jace nodded his confirmation. "Fine, what do you want to bet?" clary hit the paddle on the table growing angrier by the second. He could beat her at everything. She had to be good at one thing. Just one.
He thought for a moment. "If I win you have to recite one of those awful poems that Simon's friend makes at the next poetry slam. And before walking off stage you have to scream "I LOVE JACE HES SOOOO HOT!"" Clary rolled her eyes she shouldn't have expected anything less.
"And if I win?" she challenged?
"You wont. But on the off chance that you do, then I will recite one of those things he calls poems and scream "I LOVE MUNDANES" as I walk off the stage" Clary was shocked. She would never have thought that he would put love and mundane in the same sentence. Not even if Valentine was threatening to kill him.
Once she recovered from the shock she nodded and got into her stance. She had played ping-pong a whopping 3 times, and lost all three times. But she wasn't going to let that show. she was going to win.
"Ready?"
"Any day now!" she yelled back anxious to get the game started. He served, graceful as ever and she struggled to follow the ball. But by some miracle she managed to hit it back across the net. It flew past Jace who stood frozen at the other end of the table. "you gonna get that?" she asked pumped up that she had actually hit the ball. Jace recovered quickly and bent to pick it up.
"Didn't think you were actually going to hit that." He admitted a goofy smile spreading across his face. If Clary's hair could have caught on fire by sheer force of will, it would have. He doubted that she could even hit it. Wow.
"well thanks for sending my self-esteem level plummeting to a new low." She said as sarcastically. The smile quickly disappeared.
"Clary- I didn't- I was"
"save it and serve." She didn't want to hear it. He shut his mouth and served.
The game went pretty well. Clary could be a good Ping-Pong player when she was determined. The score stayed even and the volleys were decently long. As the game went on Clary loosened up a little. They playfully trash-talked one another.
"HA! You missed it! One point for me. Better say your prayers boy because I am on a roll!" Clary cried out as the ball went whizzing by her.
"Who's the one missing it now?" was Jace's response. It went on like this until it was 19-20. (you have to win by two points in Ping-Pong and it goes up to 21.) "MATCH POINT" he yelled out imitating a tennis official. Jace served and gave out a final battle cry as he was the one loosing. They went back and forth for a while each had a look of concentration etched onto their face.