Clarissa Fairchild promised herself from the moment she first saw Jace Herondale she wouldn't fall for him, or for his tricks, or for his eyes. His eyes, the glowing golden orbs, flashing when they met her sparkling green ones, could capture anyone's attention, right there and then. She had promised herself, and she had always kept her promises, to anyone, to her mother, her friends, no matter who, she would always keep them. Except this one.
Clary was walking in the gardens that morning, the autumnal colors making her fingers itch to just draw the reds, the oranges, the browns and yellows, the leaves crunching on the ground under her feet, covering the path she was following, and the grass in the distance. she was in her own world, just thinking about what she could draw, that she hadn't noticed the person walking next to her, only noticing when she looked around to her side to find a tall figure grinning at her
"By the angel!" She exclaimed, shocked to see the boy there, grinning at her with curious eyes
"i suppose I do get similar reactions from everyone who sees me" said the boy with a cheeky smirk.
Clary rolled her eyes, not sure how to react to the tall blonde boy walking next to her, with his golden wavy hair, and his glowing golden eyes, and his arrogant remarks and cocky attitude.
"I actually meant what are you doing in the gardens of my house, but do feel free to wonder what my other reaction was." she said looking at him with a cold look in her eye, but this only made his smirk grow into a grin, and she wondered if she should just not have responded to his comment.
"Well, I suppose I could ponder it with your name" He said smoothly.
She looked suspiciously over at him, as he watched her with that signature smirk of his. Clary thought about angel knows what he could do with her name, but he only seemed curious.
"Clarissa Fairchild, but its Clary to you" she said without looking at him
"Clary... has a nice ring to it" he said grinning at her
she rolled her eyes again.
"Well, I'll be off then, enjoy your walk Clarissa" he said,winking at her as he turned to go. she stared after him as he strolled down the path she'd just come down.
"Wait!" she called after him. he turned, looking slightly startled, before recovering himself back to the familiar smirk.
"I didn't get your name." she said, narrowing her eyes at him
"Jonathan Herondale, but you can call me Jace" he said, then turned and walked off down the path again.
Clary sat in her room, not being able to get the golden boy Jace out her head. She supposed it was his looks, his slim figure, golden wavy hair, flashing golden eyes, and the voyance rune on his left hand. Clary knew that even if she found Jace good looking, the only reason he'd want to be with her would be because of her parents money. Her mother, Jocelyn Fairchild was identical to Clary, as people always said, but she thought about how slim her mother was, and how tall and beautiful she was, with her long, fiery red hair trailing down her back in full curls, and the way she seemed to glide when she walked, elegantly place her feet. Clary, on the other hand, was as slim as her mother, but she wasn't as beautiful, and definitely wasn't as tall. Despite being sixteen, Clary was about the size of a thirteen year old. Her hair, was as red and curly as her mothers, but definitely not as shiny and flowing, and definitely not as long. Most of her face was full of freckles, overflowing on her cheeks, down her neck and chest, and allover her body. The way Clary walked, well, she supposed she didn't walk, and she only fell, and, compared to her mothers beautiful figure, Clary was about as beautiful as a raggedy Anne doll. She had never seen her father, and her mother told her he had died in a fire in one of the wings of their very grand house. She wondered why her mother had stayed in the house, the house where her husband died, loosing her one love, but her mother was strong and independent, with a stubborn attitude, like Clary. If it was whoever Clary's one true love was killed in the fire, she wouldn't have been able to look at the house, let alone live in it. Despite loosing her husband, Jocelyn Fairchild had raised Clary, with hardly any help, in a too large house for just a mother and daughter, an widow and a girl barley aware of the horrors that had taken place in her stately home.
She was broken out of her reverie by a knocking on her door, and in came Simon Lewis, her best friend, and soon to be Parabatai entered the room. Simon, much to everyone's delight, had ascended around a year ago, after being put through the Shadowhunter Academy's rigorous training course, and became a nephillim, like her and her mother. Simon sat down on the end of her bed, and she could see through the whiteness of his shirt, the faint black marks, spiraling up and down his arms, along his collarbone, and under the shirt and waist coat he was wearing. He sat back on his hands, the black voyance rune on his right hand, on his tanned skin.
"you heard about the guests staying here?" Simon said, raising an eyebrow. much to her annoyance. She couldn't raise on eyebrow, and it really annoyed her when others did it.
"No, my mother didn't tell me we're having guests." she said, confused at why her mother wouldn't tell her why people she didn't know would be staying in their house.
"i wonder why she didn't tell you" he said, crossing his legs over.
"when are they coming?" she asked, annoyed at why she hadn't known about this.
"well, they're already here, and do you know why they're here?"
"they're already here?! Why wasn't i told about this?!" she fumed at him.
" don't take this out on me, I got told by your bloody maid!" he said, putting his hands up in the air at her outburst.
"My maid knew, and neither of us knew?!" she exclaimed. "I suppose i better speak to my Mother about this." she said, fuming at the fact her maid, her maid knew, and Clary herself didn't know. She stormed across her room , flinging open the door, and flying down the stairs as quickly as she could, silently thanking the fact Shadowhunters could run at least twice as fast as mundanes.
"Mother! Mother! Where are you?!" she yelled, still running to her mothers lounge. Her mother ran out, a panicked look on her face, running nearly into Clary.
"Clary! by the angel, whats wrong?!" she panted, clearly out of breath from running to her shouts.
"You never told me we had guests! People i don't know, and you didn't tell me!" she shouted, upset at the fact her mother clearly didn't trust her with information such as this.
"Clary! You shout me from all the way upstairs, yelling, bawling, sprinting down the stairs, on the new carpet, and, might I add, we do have guests!"
"Well yes, I do know we have guests now, but I didn't know earlier, and that, mother, is why I am shouting!"
" Is everything all right over here?" a voice asked, she recognized the voice, not as Simon, or her mother, but a familiar smooth and deep voice, making her spin on her heel.
"Jace?" she asked, staring at the boy she'd seen earlier, now dressed in a dark blue waist coat and trousers, the color of midnight. He had a matching jacket, and shoes, perfectly in contrast to the honey color of his skin, and the golden curls on his head.
"Whats wrong, Jace?" asked a voice Clary had never heard before. A beautiful girl appeared, with long dark hair, bone straight, down to her waist. She had bright red lips and pale skin, with a ribbon thin body, and eyes a soft brown color. She was wearing black training gear, tight against her slim body. She felt Simon tense next to her, wondering if he knew the girl, but then looking at the girl, she saw how beautiful the girl was, and she realized that it was most boys' reaction to the girl.
"Clary, these are some of our guests, and clearly you did know they were coming, so I see no reason why you shout and scream at me, why we had guests!" Her Mother finished, giving Clary a look she knew could kill.
"You ran from the training room just to see a family argument, Jace? Angel knows why I followed you." the girl said, and, her eyes now resting on Clary, "Oh, I'm Isabelle, by the way, and I'm assuming you're Clary, because I don't think that this one over here really suits the name Clary" she said, winking at Simon, making his cheeks turn almost as red as her hair.
"It's Simon, not Clary." Simon added, pushing his glasses up his nose, staring at Isabelle. She looked over at Jace, who was glaring at Simon, his tawny eyes bright in the sunlight.
"well, Simon" Jace said, still glaring, "me and Isabelle have training, would you like to join us, Clary?" Jace said, turning his eyes to her, offering her his arm.
"Of course." she said , her emerald eyes challenging him, his tawny eyes suddenly blazed, and a smirk rose on his lips. she walked forward taking his arm, smirking back at him.
"I forgot that's what makes you all hot and bothered Jace, girls fighting." Isabelle said, arm in arm with Simon, a smirk on her beautiful face.