Hey guys! This is my first fan fiction so please go easy on me, but constructive criticism would definitely be appreciated. Hope you like it!
Clary POV
Clary didn't have a lot of packing to do. She got out of bed a whole half an hour before she had to leave, had a quick shower, pulled on a random assortment of clothes and sipped at her large mug of coffee absently.
It wasn't that she wasn't excited. No, she was. Boarding school? Yeah, every kids dream. With Shadowhunters, faeries, vampires and werewolves? Even better. But what she really didn't want to happen was for people to figure out who she was. That she was Valentine Morgenstern's daughter. No, she was not looking forward to that.
With twenty minutes left to spare, Clary decided to put on some make-up, but gave up as soon as she began to sift through the big bag that her friend Magnus has gifted her years ago. She hadn't opened a single one of the products yet.
Still with fifteen minutes to spare, she decided just to leave anyway. Technically, she should not have been allowed to drive. But luckily her step father and guardian Luke was a cop, so he pulled a few strings and voila, she had a licence. It wasn't like she really needed a car anyway, she could just teleport herself any where she wanted using a rune, but not even Shadowhunters should have the skills to create runes at their wish like Clary did. It was something kept firmly between her and Luke.
Sighing, she pulled out of the drive and onto the road.
Music automatically turned on, and she desperately tried to zone out and squash her anxiety.
Jace POV
Jace was napping in his sisters car when he was suddenly thrown forward. Rubbing his forehead, he sat back on the seat and glared at Isabelle.
"Will you ever learn to drive properly, Iz?" He said.
"Maybe when you learn to stop sleeping." She retorted.
Ugh, Shadowhunters school, Jace thought, scowling. Or to be more specific, shadow world school. Fun, fun, fun. Maybe there'd be some hot girls he could spend the night with. Ugh.
He climbed out of the car and stretched, yawning loudly. Slamming the car door behind him, he gazed around his surroundings as Isabelle frowned at her broken nail and Alec gave her a withering look. Past the busy parking lot filled with cars and bags and strange people was the school. It was strict and stern looking with its iron wrought gates covered with ivy, and a grand brick building similar to the Institute back in Manhattan.
Jace's gaze swept across the car park, stopping when he spotted a small carrot haired girl struggling with her luggage. There is no way she's old enough to be driving a car, he thought. He smirked when he spotted a rune on her neck. Shadowhunter. Why hadn't he ever heard of this girl before?
She was now heaving a large duffle bag out of the boot of her car, until it finally landed on the concrete with a thump.
"Ugh." He heard her say.
Jace was oblivious to the stares and giggles from the whole female crowd in the parking lot, oblivious to the envious glances of the male crowd, and, most importantly, oblivious to the glances coming from his parabatai. He was too focused on the red haired girl.
Suddenly, the girl spun around, and Jace caught her eye. Woah. Bright green, like the fields back in Idris.
Jace tilted his head to the side, intrigued.
Clary POV
Clary inspected the golden boy from a row of cars away, suspressing a blush. Why is he staring at me?
She sighed when the realisation dawned on her. My stupid orange hair. Rolling her eyes, she tried to drag the duffle towards the scary looking brick building, to no avail.
"I didn't even put much in here!" She muttered to herself, unzipping the bag.
Oh. That bastard Luke! Most of the bag was filled with rocks. She pulled her phone from her pocket and called him.
"As soon as I get back from this stupid school I will murder you myself." She growled before he could even speak.
"And what did the poor step daddy do this time to deserve such a threat?" He asked with mock innocence.
"You know what." She said and hung up. Scowling, she scooped up a handful of stones and began to toss them into the bushes past the parking lot.
Jace POV
Jace watched as the girl hung up the phone and began to toss rocks from inside her relatively small bag. What the hell?
"Jace!"
"Iz!" He said mockingly.
Izzy followed Jace's gaze to the red headed girl. "Aha!" She said, smirking. Alec came up behind them.
"Who're we watching?" He said. "Oh. That one."
Jace looked at his face of disappointment. "Heard of her?" He asked. Alec still didn't look at him.
Alec POV
"Isn't she the one who got the Cup last year?" Alec said, before realising that was exactly the wrong thing to say. Jace just looked even more interested.
"Why have I never heard of her then?" Izzy asked, walking around the side of her car to stand with Alex and Jace.
"I think she handed the credit over to her father or something." He said resolutely.
"Why?" Jace said.
"How would I know?" Alec snapped.
"You look like you might!" Jace snapped back.
"Maybe she's just not an attention seeking player like you." Izzy interrupted.
"Fair enough." Jace said absently, and took a step forward.
"I wouldn't go near her if I were you." Alec said.
"Why not? It's not like she's gonna hurt me." Jace replied, and without even looking back, he began to walk towards the godamned girl.
Clary POV
Clary still had a bagful of rocks and only ten minutes before she had to check into her room if she didn't want to miss lunch. Damn it. She hurled the rocks faster.
"I'm just wondering," asked a voice from behind her, "what on earth are you doing?"
Clary spun around, only to see the golden boy with a mocking expression on his face. She glared at him.
"Blame my step father." She said curtly.
"Whoa, whoa, okay then carrot." He said, hands in the air like in surrender.
"Do I look like a vegetable to you?"
"No," the boy said, smirking. "You look a lot tastier than that."
Clary took a step back, disgusted. "I think I'll pass."
The golden haired asshole frowned, and then glanced at her bag full of rocks. "If you want me to help you, you better be nice." He said finally.
"And if I don't want your help?"
"Then you're rude."
"At least I'm intelligent."
"I don't think I like what you're implying."
"I guess it's a mutual feeling then."
There was silence for a minute, in which Clary took the time to toss rocks into the bushes quickly.
"I guess I'll help you anyway then." The boy said. Oh god, Clary thought.
Jace POV
Jace had been looking at the girl the whole time, watching as she deftly ignored his charm and handsomeness. There was only one other girl wo could do that, who was Izzy. But that was different, because Izzy was his sister. He was curious.
"How old are you?" He asked, tossing a few stones into the trees.
"Older than you."
Jace frowned. No way was she older than him. "It's funny you say that, because I was just thinking that my nine year old brother is taller than you."
"Ha ha ha," she said sarcastically. "That was so funny I forgot to laugh. And—" she added, while flicking a stone at him, "I was talking in levels of maturity."
Jace couldn't help himself with what he said next. "I've heard that girls like a bit of an immature man in bed—they say it makes things more fun."
"What—so girls go to bed with you out of their own free will? Somehow I don't believe that."
"You won't be thinking like that for long. Soon you'll be begging me for—"
"The location of your razor so that I can shave all of that lovely golden hair of yours off."
"Hmm," Jace replied,"people have always told me I would totally rock a bald look."
"What—bald of that fragile masculinity of yours?"
"As opposed to that growing sense of doom when you realise you're never going to get taller?"
"That's nothing compared to the growing sense of doom you must feel when you look in the mirror and see a narcissistic numbskull?"
"Yeah, I've killed so many demons that—"
"Okay, I need to go." The girl said, slamming the boot of her car shut and locking it. "Unlike you, I have a worthwhile life to live." She hoisted her duffle bage over her shoulder and began to walk towards the main school building.
"Wait!" Jace suddenly said.
As soon as the girl looked around with her eyebrows raised, he began to walk towards her as if he had not just called out to her. Jace Herondale, calling out to a girl? It was unheard of.
"So my brother, Alec—" He said, pointing over at Alec and Isabelle attempting to get her many bags of clothes, shoes and make-up out of her car. "He told me that you were the one who retrieved the Mortal Cup last year, but handed the credit to your dad."
The girl scowled at him, but allowed him to walk beside her. "He's right."
"That's it? 'He's right'?"
"Yup."
Jace raises an eyebrow at her, but she's didn't see it because she wasn't even looking at him.
"Wait, so why? Why would you not want the glory?"
The girl exhaled a little. "I already get enough attention from my family. I don't need any more."
"Your family? What—" Suddenly Jace realised that the girl looked mortified at what she's had said.
"You know what? Just forget I said that." And with that she walked off, leaving Jace stranded in the middle of the parking lot.
"So, my favourite imbecile, how did your carrot girl chasing go?" Isabelle said as she, Jace and Alec walked began to walk through the corridors of their new school.
Jace sighed dramatically. "I don't know. She was... different."
"Different?" she said, rolling her eyes. "In what way? Stay with her for two days instead of one?"
"Well. She just didn't..." He searched for the right words. "You know, stare at me."
Isabelle just laughed, and handed him an information slip as they walked down the dark panelled hallways with rich red carpet.
Alec was silent. Jace knew he was pissed off, but didn't really care. Alec was always pissed.
"Poor little Jaceeey isn't crowded by swooning girls." Isabelle teased. Jace felt the heat rise to his face, and quickly coughed to hide it.
"Poor little Isabelle isn't crowded by swooning boys." He retorted quickly.
"I am a strong, independent woman who don't need no man." She said, flicked her hair and walked away to find her room.
Clary POV
Clary finally managed to drag her single bag into her room and sighed loudly at the sight of two single beds. I'll have a room mate.
She dumped the bag on her bed and collapsed onto the hard mattress. Well, she told herself, good job Clary. You havn't even had lunch yet and you've already made an enemy.
He deserved it though. Never before had she met such an egotistical, self-absorbed—
He was quite good looking though.
She silently berated herself. You have a boyfriend, Clary.
She sighed.
A boyfriend that means nothing to me.
And you do not need to get too close to anybody, she thought. Then your secret comes out.
Suddenly a tall girl with raven hair and dark brown eyes walked in. She wore sky high heels and a short red dress with bold makeup. Wow.
"So you must be..." She glanced down at the pamphlet and a slip of paper, "Clarissa Fairchild."
"Yeah, it's actually Clarissa Fray..." Clary said, hoping the girl didn't recognize her actual last name. "But call me Clary please. I hate the name Clarissa." She finished with a scowl, and the girl smiled.
"I guess we're in the same boat. I hate the name Isabelle. So it's Izzy."
"Cool." Clary cringed at how introverted she was, but tried again. "How do you feel about going to this school?" She asked.
Izzy sighed. "It's a terrible idea. I mean, really? The Clave really thinks that Shadowhunters and Downworlders will be able to get along at the same school? It's ridiculous." She finished.
"I'm just gonna agree with you because the only Shadowhunteror downworlder I know are my step dad Luke, Magnus and Simon."
Izzy smiled. "Who's Simon?" she asked.
Clary bit her lip at the thought of him. "He's my best friend, has been for the last ten years, but right now he's not talking to me."
"Why?"
"I-I don't know."
"Oh."
The conversation had stopped, leaving only an awkward silence. "Hey, do you wanna dress up?" Izzy suddenly said.
"Ummm, sure." Clary said. Although "dressing up" did sound a bit daunting, she didn't want to be left friendless at lunch today.
Izzy smiled and pulled her by the hand into the bathroom. It was quite small, white and the vanity had marble patterns on it.
"I guess it's alright." Clary said, watching as Izzy's face fell.
"How am I going to fit all my stuff in here?"
"Come on, you'll be fine. I'll help you."
And so they dressed up for the next hour, trying on slutty dresses and gowns and skirts and different make up looks and everything in between. Clary swore Izzy had the contents of a whole mall in those bags. But she didn't mind. She even enjoyed it. It was fun to have a girl to do girly things with.
She learnt that Izzy had three brothers, Alec, Max and Jace. Alec was a year older than them, Max was nine, and Jace was adopted.
At the end Clary was in dark skinny jeans, white tank top, leather jacket and white converse sneakers. She had a small amount of make up on, and nude painted lips. Her usually frizzy and wild red hair was tamed, and was left shiny and swishy. She even had a new haircut, it only came to the bottom of her shoulder blades now. Her and Izzy had argued about that for a while, but Clary eventually gave in. And she liked it.
Izzy looked hot. Like she had a black pleated miniskirt with tights, soft brown leather boots and bold make like before. Clary would never look far as good as her. She sighed.
When they got to the dining hall, it was only half full. Izzy found a table in the centre, and Clary broke off to go over to Andrew's table.
"Clary! Where you going?" Izzy said.
"My boyfriend." She said, motioning to Andrews table. She walked up to it, and went to take the seat next to Andrew. The table was full of rowdy boys covered in runes, and hot, fake blondes. The type you'd expect to be called Becky.
"Andrew!" She said, and his slightly unfamiliar blue eyes met hers. "Oh, hey Clary." He sounded disappointed, she frowned.
"Why don't you sit somewhere else? There's no room at this table."
The very empty seat next to him shine like a beacon.
"What? So Mr. Invisible is sitting there?" Her tone was cold.
"Uh..." he trailed off.
"Fine then." She turned on her heel and stalked towards Izzy's table.
"What happened?" Izzy looked up from her phone.
Clary leaned in closer to her. "I'm quite sure my boyfriend just rejected me."
Izzy's mouth dropped open, and she put her phone away.
"How?"
"He just told me to sit somewhere else, because there was no room at that table." Clary rolled her eyes,"When there was obviously a seat next to him. When I pointed that out, he didn't have an answer."
"The lying asshole." Izzy said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Hate to break it to you, Clary, but I think he might be cheating on you." Iz looked sympathetic.
"Oh, no. I don't think he'd do that. Probably just too embarrassed to be seen with me."
Of course he would cheat on me.
"If you say so."
And they began talk about all kinds of things.
Suddenly the whole hall went silent. Clary whipped her head around, to see the golden boy who had helped her (or hindered may have been the correct term) earlier along with a more resigned boy with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He strutted over to their table, and sat next to Clary. The other boy glared at her and sat next to Izzy. The whole hall had eyes on them, especially the boy. Jeez. Is he like famous or something? she thought.
She raised her eyebrow at him. She was proud of this, and had only just mastered it. She remembered that it had been Simon that had finally taught her, and quickly suppressed the thought.
The golden boy smirked at her. Clary turned away from him and continued her conversation with Izzy. She could feel the two boys looking at them. Finally she gave in.
"I'm gonna go get some food." she said and quickly left the table. Izzy made no move to follow her. I'm sure this is going to be fun.
She walked along the serving bench, and made herself a tasty looking sub. She hadn't even realised she was this hungry.
"I expected it to be a lot worse than this." Said a voice from behind her. It was the golden boy from their table.
"What'd you expect then? Eyeball soup and cow gut sandwiches?"
He smirked. "Possibly. I was more envisioning shapeless dishes with no ingredient lists."
"You're right about that one." She pointed to a metal sink of greenish sludge with goopy lumps floating around in it, and wrinkled her nose.
"Brand new; snot soup with extra bodily fluids. Low fat and good source of protein."
That earned him a glare from the lunch ladies.
"For your information, young man, that is the cooks special soup that speeds up the healing process, something you may need in this type of school. Those stupid tattoos of yours are horrid."
The lady had baggy skin, and looked stern. Jace didn't reply.
We slid out of that section, and next to a tray filled with sauces.
"You just got burrned." She hissed under her breath, and giggled.
"I had a million things to say to her, but didn't want her poisoning me in my sleep."
"Yeah right."
The boy walked back to their table with Clary, her lunch tray perched precariously on her arm.
When they reached the table, they slid into their seats simultaneously.
"Clary! So, this is Alec—" Izzy motioned to the quiet dark haired boy, "and Jace." She motioned to the golden haired asshat.
Just then Clary realised that Jace hasn't made one stupid comment in their whole thirty second conversation they had had at the serving bench. It's probably a major achievement for him.
She sighed, felt Jace follow her gaze to a table hosting a massive group of rowdy Nephilim.
"Your crush?" He asked her.
"No." Her gaze remained fixed on Andrew, sitting very close to a fake looking blond chic. "My boyfriend."
"Ah...He cheating in you?"
"I'm not sure. I guess I'll just have to wait and see."
Iz leaned in to them. "He told her to sit somewhere else because there wasn't enough seats and—"
"There was obviously one right next to him." Clary finished for her.
"Which he'd obviously reserved for that chick." Alec had leaned in, and was pointing to the blonde next to Andrew.
They probably looked very bizarre, all leaned in over their table, staring and pointing and narrowing their eyes.
"I bet her names Becky." Clary said, hearing Jace and Alec's soft laughter.
"Why do you say that?" Izzy said.
"All fake blonde chics are called Becky. Especially the ones who are trying to be seductive around another's boyfriend." Alec said for her.
Clary looked at him, and smiled. She liked him already. He was handsome, but she wasn't concerned about that. He seemed a lot like Luke, the parent of the group, the one who always made everybody feel better.
"Not necessarily." Jace muttered as the toothpick thin boyfriend stealing girl strutted over, her heels click clacking on the floor. From what Clary could make out, she was the second rated school man eater. Right after the other very fake blonde who took the seat next to Andrew as soon as the other one had left.
Clary smiled inwardly as Jace groaned.
"Hi Aline." He said.
"Hi Jace!" She gave him a little wave, showing off her perfectly manicured nails, and blew him a kiss. She perched herself on his lap, and turned towards Clary.
"And you are...?" Aline said, her high pitched fake voice grinding against Clary's nerves.
"Clary Fray."
"Oh! I know you!"
"You do?"
"Mmm. Your dating that one, right?" Aline pointed to Andrew, and Clary rolled her eyes.
"Uh...I guess."
"Aren't you sure?"
Clary was not opening her soul to this chick.
"Uh..."
"Don't worry! Just make sure when you're getting a new one, don't take mine." Aline stroked Jace's chest, and Clary caught him cringe a little.
"I could say the same for you." Clary muttered.
Aline spun around. "Sorry?"
"I said, I could say the same for you."
Aline glared at her, but didn't respond. Clary sighed.
"You're a hypocrite. You're telling me not to take your boyfriend, yet a minute ago you were dragging your finger down my boyfriends face and pushing your boobs into his neck."
Aline flushed red, out of anger or embarrassment, Clary didn't know. "You bitch! You just want to watch the world burn, don't you!" Aline looked furious. "Andrew only went out with you to make me jealous!" Aline was screaming now, and the whole hall was staring.
Clary kept her cool though. "I doubt that since we started dating a month ago."
Aline looked lost for words, and Clary smirked slightly. "Don't you dare steal my boyfriend!" Aline screamed.
"Again, I could say the same for you."
"You bitch-"
"Aline, calm down. Do you really think the likes of him—" she pointed to Jace and his gorgeous golden looks "would be attracted to the likes of me?" She pointed to herself. "I have red hair, I'm short, my skin is like porcelain, I'm introverted, I don't wear makeup, my best friend is a vampire, I'm not even an A cup and boys only ask me out for dares!"
The last bit, she had to remind herself, was not entirely true.
Aline finally stalked off to Andrew. She suddenly realised that she'd basically told the whole school all her faults, and blushed. She hid behind her hair, and waited for the looks to die down.
Finally she exhaled, and pushed her hair out of her eyes. She opens her eyes to apologise to Jace but—hang on a second. Did she just think to apologise?
"Before you apologise, thank you." Jace said. Her mouth dropped open. He smiled. "The number of times I've broke up with her is countless."
"I see." Clary said.
"Trust me, she's a pain in the neck." Izzy said, leaning in.
"No better than Meliorn." Alec said.
"Meliorn?" Clary said.
Jace sighed. "Izzy's faerie boyfriend."
"And what's wrong with him?"
She was distracted by a loud laugh. Across at Andrew's table, Aline's replacement fake blonde was dripping. It seemed like Andrew had tipped the contents of his water over her head for some reason or another.
"Clary?"
She looked back over to her table. "Yes?"
"Why—actually, never mind." Alec looked down.
"Uh..." Clary trailed off.
"Clary! Sodoyouwannahaveaparty?" Izzy said quickly, resting her head on her hands.
"Not particularly." Clary said.
Izzy gasped. "Why not?"
Clary sucked a breath in through her teeth. "Uh..."
Then Jace spoke up. "Sebastian alert!"
Izzy and Alec both looked up to a tall, muscular guy sauntering over. Clary mouthed a thank you to Jace. "Hey Isabelle!" He exclaimed, placing a hand on her back.
"Just fine, thanks." Izzy said, obviously wanting the whole encounter to end. Just then a loud crash clattered across the hall, and all eyes turned towards a guilty looking Simon standing in the middle of the hall with an upturned tray and splatters of goop at his feet.
Clary turned back to Sebastian and Izzy, thinking, if he won't speak to me, I won't sympathise for him.
"So who're you?" Clary asked.
Sebastian turned to her, a bored expression on his face. But as soon as he saw her face though, his eyes widened and he instantly looked interested.
"Isabelle, who's your friend?"
"That, Sebastian, is Clary. And no, you will not date her." Jace said.
"Yeah, she has a boyfriend." Alec said. Clary noticed how he emphasised it.
"But I still want to know who you are." Clary said.
"Yeah. We could talk about it over a cup of—"
"Stop—" Jace started, but Clary interupted.
"Look, you inconsiderate asshat. I wanted to know why you were making my friend Izzy so uncomfortable. But you know what, I think I'll hear it from a more reliable source instead."
"Piss off, Sebastian. Or I'll kick you where the sun don't shine." Izzy said, regaining her composure.
"Fine. But I'll see you later, Clary." Sebastian smiled widely, and stalked off. There was silence for a second, before the table erupted.
"Thank you so much Clary-"
"Uh, I hate Sebastian-"
"Why'd you even date him in the first place Iz-"
"Jesus Chri-"
But Clary's attention was on red faced Simon, as he gathered up the mess and spoke with a lunch lady. She handed him a roll of paper towels and pointed to the floor.
Clary looked back to Izzy. "Oh my god Izzy I'm so sorry I didn't notice what he was doing sooner-"
"No, no, Clary, thank you so much. If you hadn't noticed it could have been very, very bad." Izzy said, hugging her. "And don't apologize. Also...are we—are we actually friends?"
"Of course Iz! Unless—unless you don't want—"
"No, no, I want to be friends! To tell you the truth, I haven't had a proper girlfriend since Jace came along. They would just be nice to me to get to him."
"That's awful. And also, I haven't had a girlfriend ever, I've always had Simon, so..."
They hugged again, and began to chat. Jace and Alec exchanged looks, shrugged, and conversed between themselves. Somehow, it popped out that Clary had gone to mundane school...
Jace POV
"Wait. Why were you in mundane school?" Jace asked.
"My mum didn't tell me I was a Shadowhunters until I was 13, and then..." she trailed. A thousand questions were popping in his head. 13! How could—
"She died. At the hands of my father."
"Oh." Jace said quietly, unsure how to respond. He could sense Alec and Izzy's attention shift to Clary now.
"Anyway, my step father Luke trained me." She finished, and looked away uncomfortably.
"Oh my god Clary that's awful." Izzy said quietly.
Even Alec wasn't glaring at her anymore. Jace knew how she felt. His own father had died when he was ten. He had seen him die, and that memory still haunted him. Jace wondered how Clary's own father could kill her mother. Then he remembered the lesson that his father had drummed into him since he was a little boy. Emotions cloud judgement. To love is to destroy. He'd almost forgotten.
Clary POV
Clary was staring at the floor, feeling uncomfortable. How come she had just poured out her soul to a group of people she'd only known for a couple of hours and she didn't even know anything about them? She hadn't even gone through lunch yet and her new friends were wayyyy too close to discovering her true identity.
Just then she noticed Simon walking away from the lunch ladies, towards her. He caught her eye, saw her sitting in the middle of the hall with a group of Shadowhunters that seemed to look way cooler than him, how they were all looking up at her with shock and sympathy on their faces. Clary beckoned him towards them, but he'd already turned away. She watched as he made his way towards a table near the back, sporting a hot girl with a frizzy 80's hairstyle and dangly earrings. She looked away.
Simon POV
Simon was furious. Furious at Clary, but more at himself. He'd let Clary slip away again, into the hands of a bunch of Shadowhunters. One of them looked like a shard of sun that had fallen from the sky and happened to land here. More so, he'd seen the way that boy looked at her. A mixture of awe and sadness.
Sure, she did have that boyfriend, Andrew. But he knew that wasn't serious.
He stalked over to the table holding the hot werewolf. Time to make Clary jealous, he thought. He pulled out a chair at the end of the table and plonked himself down smoothly.
"Bloodsucker." Said one of the rough looking werewolves, lip curling up.
"Have a problem?" Simon said, refusing to let his voice waver in fear.
"I don't like bloodsuckers." The werewolf said.
"Me neither." Said another. Simon looked over at the hot girl. He examined her, frizzy hair, dark skin, gold earrings and a pretty face. Nothing compared to Clary, but she'd do. She had coal black eyes, and a wore a small, flirtatious smile.
She looked back at him curiously. "Hey, leave him alone. I wanna play. I'm bored." she said with a giggle. "So, I'm Maia." she said, offering Simon her hand.
Jace POV
Jace watched Clary's face fall as she watched the bloodsucker walk away. Seriously? She's got a crush on a vampire? I'm so much better than him, Jace thought. He badly wanted to say that, but knew that it would ruin any chance he had with her at all. Actually, why did he want to be with her? She wasn't hot, as to say. No, she's beautiful.
She literally just rattled off her faults to Aline. Surely there's something wrong with her...Ah, yes! She's immune to my charms.
Alec POV
"Your uh...second boyfriend looks kinda pissed." Alec pointed out after a long silence. He was relieved, she not only had a cheating boyfriend, but also a crush on somebody. Which would mean that she wouldn't steal Jace from him. Phew.
"He's not my boyfriend." Clary said defensively. "He's..."
"Is he Simon? The best friend you were talking about?" Izzy asked. "Yeah..."
She set her jaw in a hard line. "And he won't talk to me for some reason." she said.
"I think I know why." Jace said.
She spun around to look at him. "Why?"
Jace seemed to grimace. "I'll let him tell you himself."
Clary remained silent. Why wasn't Jace telling her? It was obvious to Alec. The bloodsucker was probably in love with her. He could read it right off Jace's thoughts, they'd known each for that long. Oh. Alec knew why. Because if Clary knew that she'd go for him instead of Jace.
Alec was worried. Jace was never in a serious relationship, never had been, and Alec never expected him to be in one. Sure, he'd had years worth of fantasies about him and Jace, but he'd already accepted the reality of the situation years ago. Jace was as straight as a ruler. And now he was actually listening to what this red haired chick said, like he was interested in what she was saying. Alec could see the sympathy in his eyes. He's never done this before.
Did you like it? I know I skipped around POV's a lot, but it'll probably settle down in the next couple of chapters. Ok, goodbye for now...