'This is bad, this is very bad. Okay, this is not just "very bad", the whole world is going to end! I can't be in love with a mundane!'
When Jace Wayland got back to the Institute with Isabelle and Alec Lightwood, they told their instructor, Hodge, about the happenings of the day. He had left his step-siblings to clarify and answer any questions that was asked. And since then, he was laying down on the bed thinking of her.
'What did the dark-haired boy with the weird glasses call her again? Right, it was Clary. Oh god, I even remember her name!'
Clary was just another girl, another girl who was supposed to be blown away by the nephilim's extremely good looks. Jace could easily smirk to himself about the attention and ignore the about-to-faint chicks.
'But every when do you find a girl like her who can see shadowhunters and demons through the glamour and still not seem that struck by my hotness? When, Jace, when?'
Sure, Jace could find girls who were more beautiful and striking, but there was something about the way her hair flowed past her shoulders, the way her emerald eyes sparkled whenever light touched it, the way her small frame made her seem so vulnerable. Clary was just so… so…
"Ugh" Jace rolled over and twisted into a sitting position. He had been tossing and turning all night, trying to get some sleep. But he couldn't. He could see her every time he closed his eyes, every time he looked at a blank wall.
'How is Clary different from other people?' Jace asked himself, 'No one's ever stole my gaze like that. No one.'
'But Clary has.'
"Jace?" A familiar voice made his head snap up. Alec stepped into his room, his body free from shadowhunting gear they usually wore.
Jace swore inwardly. He was so deep in his thoughts about Clary he hadn't heard Alec or his footsteps to the door. Then he realized with a gulp that he said his last sentence out loud. Did he say that much out loud that Alec heard him and came to check?
Alec's eyes narrowed when Jace just looked away without responding. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Jace scoffed, "Afraid that the little monster under my bed got me?"
"No, I just," Alec paused, choosing his next few words carefully. "I just passed by and heard you say something, something about 'Clary'… isn't she that girl who we saw in Pandemonium today? The mundie that could see us?"
There was a heavy silence until Jace concluded, "I think you're hearing things, Alec."
"What? But I-"
"Do me a favor and have your ears checked soon." Then when Jace saw Alec's blue eyes flash nervously, he added, "Hey, I was kidding! But seriously, I didn't say anything."
"Okay, I believe you," Alec said, relief spreading over his face. "But are you sure? Do you need anything?"
Jace was getting impatient, "No, I don't need anything. Now, just freaking leave me alone."
The golden haired nephilim didn't realize that he said it too harshly, but before he could take it back, Alec drew in a sharp breath and turned around, concealing the mask of pain he bore.
"Fine," Alec said flatly, "If that's what you want."
As soon as Alec closed the door behind him, Jace threw himself at his bed and brought the pillow over his head. He would just apologize to Alec tomorrow, take him to Taki's. For now, he really had to get some rest.
His eyelids fluttered close. Once it did, he could see Clary's face again, imprinted to his brain, like a tattoo, permanent and hard to remove.
One day, he'd get her. People will just have to wait and see…
