so this is a new story. everyone is out of character meaning they are all normal teenagers. I started writing this sometime in the summer for fun and decided to keep going. I dont really think its anything speacial but if you like it reveiw. thats the only way i'll know how to continue. I already have the next chapter in my head all there is left to do is write it down. so review! :D
The song. The song came on next. She smiled walking up the stairs from her basement bedroom. She lightly touched the screen to her iPod Touch to raise the volume. The screen lit up brightly with a picture of the album cover. It was her favorite song now. My Shoes by Jordan Pruitt.
It reminded her of him. She set the song on replay, walking over to the refrigerator and grabbing a water bottle out. She cracked open the cap and took a gulp of ice cold water. Placing the bottle back on the counter, she closed the top, mouthing the words of the song. Swaying her hips to the music blasting in her ears, she made her way through the rest of the kitchen and to the hallway. The floor length mirrors on one side of the hall mimicked her exact movements as Clary moved.
Her reddish curly hair was in a ponytail, bangs out, straight, covering the left side of her forehead. She wore a regular white tank top with green boy shorts. She also wore her brother's, Sebastian, soccer socks, which were green and white. She had taken them from him awhile ago. He obviously hadn't cared since all he played now was football. This was usually her "home outfit" as she put it. She had them in all sorts of colors and types of clothing. Some were long sleeved others were short. Some of the pants were capris others were longer or even shorter.
The song restarted itself automatically. As she rounded the corner towards the foyer of the house, she closed her eyes and sang the lyrics of the song. She spun around in the same spot for a couple of times until she got dizzy. Instead, she just started swaying her hips. Less fatal, she thought.
"I see you standing by your locker all day. I wanna say "hey" but boy I'm too shy to break the ice," She decided to spin some more, despite the voice screaming in her head not to. She tended not to listen to it when it came to her music.
Oblivious of the world surrounding her, she danced her way into the doorway of the living room. "Because of you, I got it so bad. I wonder if you know, you're the one boy."
Her finger slid across the player without her noticing. She had paused it accidentally. Confused at why the music had suddenly stopped, Clary opened her eyes, freezing every muscle in her body.
Her eyes landed on a room full of football players. Her brother was in the corner, shaking his head. She bit her lip gently, looking down at herself. She was still dressed in her "home outfit" which was quite revealing to go out in public in, let alone, let a group full of teenage boys catch you in. Every boy's fantasy.
She could feel herself turning red and quickly. Some of the boys were laughing. Some were staring, mouths gaping. And lastly some were making jokes about what had just happened. Already.
One of the boys spoke up. "This just might be better than cable."
The rest of the team laughed along except for Sebastian. She reached for her earphones and pulled them out gently. She honestly didn't know what to say. "Umm" She was so embarrassed. She scanned the room quickly. Mostly juniors but some were sophomores. Juniors? She thought panicking. No, no, no, no, no.
And that's when she saw him. He was looking at her with his golden eyes but he was taking to the boy next to him. Patrick, she thought his name was.
She turned to run to the kitchen, but failing. She slipped and fell right on her behind. "Note to self," She muttered. "Don't try to run on tile floors with socks on."
More laughter came from the living room. Wasn't she just the entertainment today?
She turned to face the room. Three boys were on the floor laughing while all the rest were lying on top of each other attempting to catch their breaths between their laughter.
"Nice," she said standing up as quickly as she could. "Ouch" She felt a sudden sharp pain near her ankle. Sighing, she limped her way to the kitchen.
She made her way to the kitchen stool and sat down. She gently rolled down her socks, careful not to touch her ankle. She knew it. It was swollen. Nice Clary.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up placing her hand on her ankle.
His blonde slightly wavy hair looked brighter as the sunlight from the window hit it. He had his maroon and white school jersey on with regular blue jeans. He made his way to the fridge glancing back at Clary, smiling. "You took a big fall back there"
Clary smiled, trying not to wince at the pain. "Yeah, I was kind of there."
He grinned grabbing a soda can. He placed it on top of the clean counter next to where Clary sat. He stood in front of her looking down at her hand that was placed on her ankle. "You okay?" He asked, glancing back up at her.
Clary nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Spectacular."
His right eye brow rose slightly as if to question her. He looked down at her hand covering her ankle. He lifted her hand gently.
A spark went through Clary's whole body. She smiled. It took about every nerve in her body not to jump up and scream. Well and her ankle stopped her too.
He placed his other hand on her ankle. "It doesn't look so good" He looked up at her. "It's definitely swollen."
Like she didn't know that.
"No need to call an ambulance. All you need to do is bring the swelling down, which means you need ice." He smiled then. Clary's heart melted.
He walked over to the freezer, grabbing a hand full of ice, and placing it in a towel on the counter. She watched him, silently.
He had been their next door neighbor for as long as she could remember. Jace had been her brother's best friend since they were in grade school. He would come over in the summer and sleep over, play, go in their pool. Basically he lived here, still does too. Their parents loved him. He was perfect. Except when it came to girls. He was a player, having a new girlfriend every other month. He didn't stay in a relationship for more than three months. That was his reputation and it served him well.
Even though he was like that, he was still sweet and kind. But just like every guy they were sarcastic and major assholes. But he could have his moments. Like now.
"Here you go" He said quietly, bringing over the towel for of ice.
She grinned. "Thank you" She took the towel of ice from him placing it on her ankle, hesitantly. Every time she tried placing it on her ankle, she winced taking it off quickly.
Jace watched her, smiling.
Clary gave up, putting the towel of ice on top of the counter. "I'll just go rest my leg in my room"
"Downstairs?"
Clary looked at him. "That is where my room is"
"You can't go downstairs like that, let alone walk." He pointed out.
Clary sighed again. "Well I guess I'm stool written"
"I guess you are"
She looked up at him, frowning. "I hate it already."
"I see that" He said smiling. "I could take you down stairs."
"Or you could just bring downstairs up here" She joked.
He grinned. "That would have been a lot of time wasted going up and down the stairs."
"You are a football player. I think you could have handled it" She said, winking.
For some reason, her confidence always went up when she was around him. This meant she flirted with him without him really realizing it.
He laughed. "I guess that's true. But really, I could help you down there." He paused looking at her. "Only if you want though"
Hold on. Was he trying to flirt back?
Clary blinked unable to come up with anything witty to say. "Um yeah sure"
He smiled and walked closer to her. She got up, balancing on one foot, professionally. With one swoop, Jace had Clary in his arms and were half way down the basement stairs. Clary blinked again. Her left hand was around Jace's neck, for balance. After all, she didn't want to fall and break her neck.
Jace walked past her L shaped lime green couch, and widescreen TV that hung on the wall. He walked past the plastic jewels hanging down from the low ceiling to where her bed was. He placed her down on the bed with such grace, it surprised Clary.
She smiled when he looked at her. "Thank you Mr. Herondale"
He grinned. She could see his white pearly teeth.
"Well, your welcome Ms. Morgenstern"
They both laughed lightly. He was still hovering over her, their faces just inches apart.
She looked into his golden eyes and saw something but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Jace slowly moved closer to her face, glancing back at her eyes and then her lips.
Didn't that usually mean they were gonna kiss you? She blinked again making sure that this wasn't a dream. That this was really happening.
Jace's face came closer and not able to hold it any longer, Clary's lips crashed into his and Jace didn't seen to hesitate either. His lips were warm and slow against hers making the kiss much sweeter. His hand came to her face, his thumb brushing her cheek gently.
"Jace!" They both heard his name being called but ignored it.
Her hand came to his neck, playing with the small golden curls, wrapping them around her finger.
Footsteps. Footsteps coming down the stairs. "Jace! You down here, buddy?"
Sebastian. They both stopped suddenly, pulling away from each other.
Clary heard Sebastian round the corner to the "hang out" part of her room. Jace got up quickly from her bed, walking several feet away.
"Jace?" Sebastian walked into Clary's room. "Hey man, what are you doing down here?" Sebastian looked at Clary and then at her ankle. "What happened?"
He walked several feet towards the bed until Clary spoke up. She had to catch her breath after all. "No, nothing major. Falling upstairs sprained my ankle. I'm okay."
Clary bit her now swollen lip trying to hide it from Sebastian. He looked at her concerned and then back at Jace.
"I helped her down here. I couldn't let her fall down the stairs while she tried to walk down here by herself." Jace said without any hesitancy.
"Good call man." Sebastian said. He looked back to Clary. "You sure you're alright?"
Clary nodded quickly. "Yeah, Jace took good care of me." Her eyes grew a little wider realizing what she had just said.
"Okay then" Sebastian said and then turned to Jace. "Your girlfriend's here? I don't know. She at least claims she's your girlfriend. She's pretty hot too might I add."
Jace smiled at him as Sebastian started walking away. Jace looked back at Clary, who had her finger on her bottom lip. She looked up at him. Neither of them said anything.
Jace backed away slowly. "I have to go"
She heard him go up the stairs and the door shut.
She looked straight ahead at her Framing Hanley poster, confused.
"What… the…. Fuck…?" She bit her lip gently, confused at what just happened and how it might affect everything that had yet to come.