FLAME
With her long red hair that looked like fire and her sparkling emerald eyes, with her full pink lips that was usually pulled to the side in a half smile, delicately barring her white perfect teeth, with her curvy figure that she did not hesitate to showcase, there was no doubt that Clarissa Morgenstern-Fairchild was beautiful. This was simply a fact that everyone knew. The sky is blue, the sun rises in the east and Clarissa Morgenstern-Fairchild is beautiful.
But it wasn't just her looks that made Jace Lightwood Herondale fall in love with her. It was everything about her. She was loud and bright and sassy. Looking at her you felt invigorated. She also wasn't like the other girls who simpered and cried and well, generally made a fuss. She loved to dress up, true but she did it for herself. She never looked elsewhere for validation. Her opinion was enough for her.
Of course this I-don't-give-a-damn-what-you-say attitude of her was exactly what made people not like her. Their comments and insults seemed to roll off her. No matter what they said, she would only smirk and wink. They hated that. Hated the fact that they couldn't get to her. They wanted to make her seem human, mortal but their attempts just managed to make her look even more mysterious, even more angelic.
He didn't know exactly when he fell in love with her, maybe he always had loved her but had just failed to recognise it. Whatever the case he knew when it struck him, like a bolt.
It was a summer day. They- that is their friends Isabelle Lightwood, Alexander Lightwood, Simon Lovelace- were at the Lightwoods' place watching some crappy rom-com that Isabelle and Magnus had insisted was the most romantic movie that made anybody with a heart weep. They had all groaned but the matter was settled when Clarissa said she wanted to watch it. As the movie started Clarissa leaned against his side and with a small smile said "Let us find out whether you have a heart."
Just then it struck him exactly how gorgeous his friend was and how big an idiot he was for not making a move earlier. He knew then, without a doubt that he, Jonathan Christopher Lightwood Herondale, was completely and irrevocably in love with Clarissa Morgenstern-Fairchild. And he being the fool he was immediately said "Darling you already have my heart".
Clarissa just winked and said "Took you long enough to realise it, baby boy."
Jace stared at her, dumbfounded. "Whaa..?"
Before he said something that made him look like an even bigger idiot she had kissed him and it had felt like the whole world had gone up in flames, the colour of Clarissa's hair. It still felt like that, an entire year later.
Clarissa Morgenstern-Fairchild was is the most beautiful woman in the whole world and he wasn't biased at all.