Delivery
Sum: Her bike's wrecked. She's close to a Taki's. So why not order delivery to her house, and hitch a ride back home? It would be a lot easier if the delivery guy wasn't do darn hot. Clace. Rated Kplus, mild language. OOC. AH. AU. Cute one-shot.
A/N: Still on a streak, not planning to stop. I'm thinking about becoming a one-shot writer entirely, just because I suck at stories. Planning to delete all my stories, actually, except equations because those are basically one-shot. But if I write a story, the first three chapters are usually strong and then they just start getting less and less and less. So I'm thinking of just focusing on one-shots.
Heeere we go.
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So, her bike was basically done for.
The chain was off, one of the tires had popped and the rubber handles were ripped off the steer. Also, the saddle had seen better days.
Clary's parents wouldn't be very happy, but she'd had this bike since she was 13. Because, you know, she hadn't really grown since she was 13. She remained at the proud height of 5'2. Probably forever.
She came from a rich, loving family. She had it well. But, of course, that didn't exactly stop the bullying at school. Thanks to her height, people always loved to pick on her, 'til it progressed to straight up beatings after school by the pussyfart posse. Also known as the bitch squad.
The bitch squad consisted of Kaelie, Seelie, Sebastian (Kaelie's boyfriend) and Meliorn (Seelie's boyfriend). The boys usually took watch while the girls did whatever they liked: scratching, slapping, kicking with their high heels, tearing her books apart and throwing water over her. They were real meanies.
She really didn't have anyone helping her. Her best friend Simon used to try, but he eventually got threatened and then he stopped hanging out with her to save his own ass.
It wasn't that she was weak, because she definitely fought back. But sometimes, Sebastian—the strongest one—would hold her back. Now that was something she couldn't fight against.
She didn't know exactly why they did it, but she had an idea. She caught Kaelie and Seelie making out once, so she suspected they picked on others and had the school's most popular boys as partners to hide their sexuality. Smart, but stupid.
Her bike lost its life just a block away from Taki's, the walk was short and with her constant train of thought she was there sooner than she expected.
It didn't really help that it was raining; raining made her calm, which made her think more, which made her endlessly distracted.
She pushed open the glass doors to her favorite restaurant, already smelling a mix of pancakes and burgers, coffee and steak. Yummy.
It sort of had a retro vibe, with checkered floor and red booths, but tables as well. There was Andy Warhol and Keith Haring style art all over the walls. There weren't many people at 7 PM on a Wednesday, surpisingly. Wednesdays were busy days for the people of Alicante. She didn't know why, they just were. It seemed as if everyone worked late that day.
Luckily, because of her family's wealth, she didn't have to work yet. Many teenagers her age, at her school for example, had jobs.
She didn't. A small victory.
She walked to the counter, where Isabelle Lightwood, one of her sort of friends, was making her shifts.
''Hey, Clary. What can I get you?''
''I'd like delivery of a mozzarella pizza, chocolate chip pancakes, a double shot espresso and a pistachio milkshake. One sugar with the coffee. Please.''
Izzy lifted one of her eyebrows. Damn her. ''Suprising someone at home, or something?''
Clary blushed. ''No, I—um.. I sort of need a ride home. My bike's wrecked.''
Izzy laughed, before staring at her incredulously. ''Why not call a cab? It's Alicante, after all.''
Alicante was basically known as the New York of Idris, with lots of skyscrapers and busy streets.
''Because I'm hungry.'' Her stomach growled to support her point.
Izzy chuckled shaking her head before calling over her shoulder.
''Jace, special delivery!''
Jace? He must be new.
''New guy?''
''Yup, he just moved into town. Goes to St. Xavier's.'' Izzy answered her unspoken question.
''Lucky bastard.'' Clary mumbled.
She had asked her parents tons of times to transfer her to the private school, but they had refused.
After all, she had never told them about the bullying. If they asked about the scratches of their nails on her face, she always automatically said that it was Simon's cat. They didn't even know that she had stopped hanging out with Simon a year ago.
She decided, then and there, it was time to tell them.
So, tomorrow, she would. Or, the day after that. Or the day after that...
Stop that, tomorrow it is.
''What's up, Iz?'' Out came the fucking hottest guy on the goddamn planet.
First off, he was tall. Like, 6'-bloody-4 tall. Next off, fucking golden. Like, golden, gently curled hair that seemed so fucking silky, she wanted to touch her hands all over it. It tumbled over his forehead in the sexiest, messiest way. Her hands were fucking twitching to sketch him. He had a muscular ass build, like it was a big dude, but not too big. He still had this weird grace to him, like a cat, or a lion. His long lashes framed his golden eyes. Like, not amber, not honey, but golden eyes. His face was angular and sharp, daamnnn that jawline fuck me uppppppp bitch, and his cheekbones. Poooohh, they could cut her up sooo good. He had this delicious, narrow mouth which made his yummy manliness even clearer. She just wanted to kiss and bite and lick those lips yesssss.
It seemed, which fed her incredibly small ego a bit, that he was checking her out as well, his eyes focused on her lips, mainly.
''She needs a ride home and food. So you're going to take care of it.''
His eyes traveled up and down her body. ''I sure as fuck am, shit.''
She didn't know why he seemed so impressed, she was just an innocent, nerdy girl. She did have to admit, she was dressed with a little more care than usual. She had chosen a tight thank top that sat sort of low on her chest, showing a reasonable amount of boobage. Her push-up bra definitely helped a ton. To cover her butt she was wearing tight, low-waist jeans with ripped knees and combat boots. Around her shoulder she had her beaten up, plaid black backpack.
''Clary, that'll be €38,95, please.''
She paid with a €50 bill, taking her change.
''It'll be done in ten.''
''Y'know, Imma steal Spitfire for a bit, 'til the food's done.'' Jace intervened.
Clary blushed, looking at her shoes.
He grabbed her hand, which had been previously fidgetting at her nails, gently tugging her to an empty booth.
The feeling that went through her when their hands touched was something that she had never felt before, like static electricity sparked between their fingers, entering her blood and making her whole body hum.
They sat down, him across from her.
''So, Clary, right?''
''Yup.'' She blushed as he stared at her intensely.
''You're hot.''
She froze, staring at him incredulously. ''I—I—then, you must have lousy taste in women.''
''Are you kidding? I just don't go for fake bimbos. You? You're gorgeous.''
She laughed. ''If you think I'm 'gorgeous', then you will faint when you see the other girls in town. I mean, just look at Izzy.''
Izzy was a gorgeous girl, tall, giant boobs, perfect ass and slim waist. Gorgeous face, just utter perfection.
''Seriously? Not really my type.'' He chuckled.
''And I am?''
''Honest? I hook-up with a lot of girls, so I usually go for the bimbos. But I came to this town for a change. So I decided to go for the girls that were actually my type instead of just the easy ones. Like, right now, I'm making a conscious effort to not put my walls up and be a cocky ass jerk.''
''That's good, I guess. So, you go to St. Xavier's?''
''Yup, let me guess, you go to Alicante High?''
''Yeah.''
''So, I'll have to change schools?'' He grinned at her.
She blushed. ''Honestly, I think I have to change schools.'' She half mumbled, not really wanting to explain herself but at the same time wanting to pour her heart out.
''Why's that?''
''I'm sort of... bullied I guess...''
''Who do I need to beat up?'' It was really weird, his eyes immediately got this protective and pissed glance. Like he actually cared about her. Something that didn't happen too often.
''Clary, your order's up. Jace, take her home!''
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''So,'' he strapped his seatbelt, ''where do you live?''
''J. Shadowhunter Avenue, the first big ass house you see.''
''That's the expensive neigbourhood, right?''
''Yup.''
He nodded, started up the car.
The drive was silent, but a comfortable silence, y'know?
And then everything sort of went sideways.
The light turned green, Jace pressed the gas, and a car coming from the right decided to ignore the red light.
Jace pressed on his breaks, hard, just on time.
His hand automatically shot out, putting it on Clary's chest so she would be thrown forward.
Cars honked behind them, but the car directly behind them luckily stopped before hitting them.
Everything was fine.
''What a dick.''
Clary, blushed, in shock.
Jace drove on again.
''Your first instict was to save me?''
He hesitated, scratching his head. ''I'm a delivery guy, my first instinct is to, umm... save the food.'' He chuckled a little awkwardly.
Clary laughed.
''But, if it helps, my first instinct would also be to save you. B'cus, y'know, you're cute.''
Clary smiled at him, blushing.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from him.
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She put down the bags of food on the table after he had helped her to the door with the bags.
She was still smiling, like she couldn't stop.
And then she froze.
She didn't have his number, she had no way to contact him whatsoever.
''Fuck!''
Even though she didn't feel like eating anymore, after her eventful encounter with Jace, she ate the pizza anyway, putting the pancakes in the fridge for breakfast, tomorrow.
As she opened the box of pizza, she saw a little paper pasted to the box.
Call me, cutie
Xoxoxo Jace
With his number beneath it.
How he managed to do it, she had no idea. Maybe when he got the bags out of the trunk, or maybe he had spotte her before he left the kitchen in the first place. She didn't know.
But she made sure to ask him as she called him up at before she went to sleep.
A/N: Yaaay, happy endings are fun :)
Check out my other one-shots, I've got a bunch for you to enjoy, all fluffy and cute with a happy ending. Except two of my older ones... those are particularily happy. You can really see how I feel judging by my one-shots, it's quite funny.
Leave me your thoughts in a review, and maybe an idea for the next one-shot? Or PM me an idea. What I usually do is I go on Tumblr or NotAlwaysRight and I look for cute stories, and those inspire me. Like I once saw a Tumblr post about a guy automatically putting his hand out to save his bestfriend, but he was a pizza delivery guy, so it was actually to save the food. That's the one that inspired this lil' story. So PM me or review some cute stories you have, I will enjoy them and take inspiration from them :)
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