Prologue
(A/N) This is my first fanfic and I'm excited to see what you all think, because I'm excited to write it. PLEASE REVIEW, FOLLOW, OR FAVORITE! Btw, does anyone get the reference behind my name? :)
Disclaimer: Aurora: I believe that's it. Just read now.
Jace: Aurora...
Aurora: What Jace? (bats eyelashes innocently)
Jace: I'll take my shirt off if you just say it already.
Aurora: Ok, ok. Fine.
Jace: (takes off shirt)
Aurora: (wipes off drool) NONE OF IT IS MINE! IT'S ALL CASSANDRA'S! NOW READ MY STORY! Hey Jace, will you keep your shirt off?
Jace: Anything for you.
Aurora: (tries not to faint)
-AndMyHairIsNaturallyBlonde
Prologue
"Jace! Jace!" I yell at him, the cool wind whipping my fiery hair on my face. The lights to the Pandemonium are so bright, making me blind. Jace walks into the club, with me dashing behind him. How did he not know he left his phone at home?
I try to follow Jace through the sea of people in the club and I finally spot him going towards the lounge are, his back facing me. I follow him back, but when I get there he is standing next to some girl. The next thing I know, his mouth is covering hers and they are kissing passionately. Tears well up in my eyes and I run out of the club.
I run down the street as fast as I can, trying to get to our apartment as soon as possible. I need to leave. I need to leave him and I need to leave New York. When I get to the apartment, I rush to get my things into the suitcases, but the tears start flowing.
How could Jace do this to me? He said he loved me. He said I was the one. Obviously I was just some game to him and you know what, if kissing some slut was better than our two year relationship, then he could kiss as many of them as he wanted. I refuse to be used and I refuse to be with someone who cheats on me. I wouldn't go through the heartbreak, not again.
With this repeating in my brain, I dry up my tears and find the biggest suitcase possible, packing everything I could into it. When I have all of the necessities, I open my sketchbook to a new page, quickly drawing the only thing that comes to mind when I think of what he has done to me. Jace's head is bowed, his hair in his face, with black angel wings coming out of his back. In his hands, there is heart, but he is pulling it into two halves away from each other. At the bottom of the sketch I write:
Apparently, she was worth more than us. Don't expect to see me any time soon.
-C
That day I made a vow that Jace Lightwood or any other man would never crush me the way Jace did that day, and with that I fled to L.A.