A/N: This lovely little oneshot is based off of the song "Stuck" by Stacie Orrico. No COA spoilers. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters.
Stuck
I can't take it I don't know what to do I'm stuck on you
What am I waiting for
My heart's still breaking
I miss you even more
And I can't fake it
The way I could before
I hate you but I love you
I can't stop thinking of you
Every look, every movement, every word kept him entranced. The sway of her hips, the bounce of her sunset colored hair, the emotion that filled her emerald eyes- he was under her spell. Not too long ago she had released him from it willingly, but no matter how much he tried, how much he struggled, he still couldn't find a way to get free. She was an enchantress, and since the moment he laid eyes on her, she had him wrapped around her finger.
He wanted her in ways that she suppressed out of guilt, although it was plainly visible that she felt the same. The difference between them was that she had the strength he didn't, to ward off the feelings, to save her heart.
Jace couldn't take it anymore. Living from day to day with her presence surrounding him like a thrust of dry air was taking a toll on him. His moon-washed hair looked dull and his honey colored eyes no longer shone with determination and their natural arrogance. He was defeated, and he couldn't bear to think of it.
Staring out his window, he chanced a glance over to the left. The balcony that was built out of her room was vacant, the creamy shifts blowing slightly in the wind. A soft glow was visible through the nearly transparent material- a light from his sister's room. He imagined her sitting cross-legged on her bed, her sketchpad resting on her knee as her tiny hand moved swiftly across the pages creating visionary masterpieces.
He sighed deeply as he pulled his upped body back in the window and closed over the pane. She wasn't even in the same room as him and she was driving him mad! He wanted to exploit his feelings for her again and again until she understood that he didn't care about the masses. He was willing to keep their relationship a secret if she so desired to even attempt to be intimate with him. Hell, if she wanted he would let her carve her name into his golden skin with his steel if it meant that she would be his alone.
For the past few days, he had attempted to ignore her presence; he put on a smile and pretended that everything was fine. What was he waiting for? She would never come to him. He needed to be the one to go to her. With every passing second, he heart would further crack, nearly to the point of breaking. Jace couldn't fake his emotions anymore. He was conflicted: Did he hate Clarissa Fray, or did he love her? He knew the answer, but it was easier to pretend the former. There wasn't a thought that passed through is mind that didn't involve her.
Jace hadn't only fallen fast, but he was stuck on her. And, like super-glue, he stuck hard.