~Clary's B-day Jace almost loses his a**~
It was Clary's birthday, so that means STAR WARS! But how to do it... ohh! an evil smirk spread across my handsome face. [...] Later
We had been watching the movie, when I couldn't take it anymore. Unable to help myself, I trailed kisses up her perfectly freckled flawless skin. I remembered what she had told me about her dream, how I had done things to her. My stomach clenched, in wanting and in hope. I boxed her into the tree, then hesitantly I asked, hope erupting across my entire body. "Clary," I said, my voice serious, "honestly do you like me like that?" The hope was joined by fear, the fear of rejection. Pressing her against the tree, I could feel every inch of her warm body pressed against mine, reminding me just how long I've wanted this. How long she's been vital to my survival. But with one simple word, my world broke. "No." Pain. undiluted pain ripped my heart and soul out, my body almost crumbling with the weight of the rejection. Holding myself up, I managed to get a word out, "Good." Not what I was aiming for, but I was in defense mode. Her words were shocked, confused, and hurt. Mine were steady as a blade, "Because I'm sending you home this week Clare Bear." If she didn't want me romantically, it would be too damn painful for me to not be able to call her mine. For all these years, I've loved her, I've just never said it. Why? I was terrified of losing her. However this is Clary we're talking about she won't go down without a fight. I tried to hold it in, I tried to save the wall. In the end, the dam broke. Love, anger, lust, frustration were in my tone as I told her exactly why I was sending her home. I couldn't act like I was going to fall for any of these girls, when the girl I longed to be across from only saw me as her Handsome blonde player best friend. Breathing hard, I gritted my teeth in horror. I. Cannot. Believe. I. Just. Did. That! Clary will kill me and never want to speak to me again! She laughed, but instead of her words being filled with amusement or disgust, they were angry. In a way, Clary threw my words back at me. Demanding for me to imagine how it feels when she has to WATCH me do all these romantic things for the other girls and how it feels to her. We stood there, breathing hard and glaring at each other. IT clicked in my mind the exact second it clicked in hers, and both of us lunged forward. Our lips crashed together feverishly, years of pent up love and lust on my part being channeled through that kiss. We pulled back, agreeing to take it slow, before leaning in again, this kiss soft and sweet. We would've kept going but I heard a very annoying voice. DAMMIT IZZY!