Blinded By Rage
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Clary wiped the blue goo off her glasses and turned to Jace with a fire burning brighter than her own hair. "You. Fucktard."
"I actually prefer the term fucker," Jace said, his body leaned casually over the counter as he watched Clary cleanse her face of the goop. It wasn't his fault. Clary brought this on herself. While she was sitting here listing off the amount of evidence she has that proves that Jace died his hair blonde, he took the lead in mixing their chemicals. Thus, he created this monster.
"Oh screw you!" she groaned, dramatically swiping at her clothes. He leaned forward with a cheesy smile.
"When?"
That earned him a glowing red slap in the face that kept its color all the way home. He cherished that slap. Jace strived to always take a prize of war home with him, and this certainly qualified. Isabelle noticed the moment he stepped inside. She looked at his face and didn't even flinch.
"What, did you try fucking Kaelie in the ass?" She asked, cocking her hip out to the side. Jace flipped her off and looked in the hallway mirror, quite proud of his aggravating skills.
"Aline already offered that a long time ago," Jace snorted. "No. This is Clary's doing."
"You tried to fuck Clary?" Iz gaped, eyes wide. Jace looked at her as if she wielded the intelligence of a cow. She was his stepsister so he didn't feel totally perverted by saying she got lucky in the looks department. He swore she had no helpful knowledge ever.
"If he did that, he'd be in the hospital," Alec walked merrily into the kitchen. Jace knew that tone of voice. He looked at the door and within seconds Magnus's cat-like eyes appeared. Jace snorted.
"He's right. Jace, dear, when are you going to address your little crush on Clarissa?" Magnus asked as he hugged Isabelle. Jace didn't even waver in his response. He quite preferred the attention.
"As soon as Alec admits his little crush," Jace jerked his head toward Magnus. When Alec nearly choked on his food, Jace deemed it a conversation well spent. He glanced in the mirror again, dismayed to see that the slap had diminished slightly.
It wasn't that it was Clary who did this. She was merely the most fun to annoy. Seeing her outrageous reactions gave him joy. She always scrunched her nose up when she got frustrated, and her cheeks would become as red as her hair. If she weren't so damn annoying, he'd find it endearing.
Magnus' comment got on his nerves, though. That was the second person who claimed he liked her, the first being her brother and his best friend, Jonathan. He was even more convinced than Magnus was. Every time Jace came over, Jon claimed it was to see Clary.
He had him there, but it wasn't so he could fuck her in particular. Most of the time, it was because of two things. One: she was a hot girl. Why wouldn't he want to go to a hot girl's house and have a slight chance of seeing her naked? Two: he loved pissing her off in her own territory. It made it so much easier. Most of the time, he didn't even have to try.
She was putty in his hand.
. . .
Clary stormed into her room and slammed the door shut behind her. She ran her hands through her hair only to yank out multiple tangles. A scream slipped out of her mouth. She set her warpath in the direction of her easel. Jace fucking Wayland. Hopefully her wrath would produce something equally as beautiful as him yet lacking the insane stupidity he possessed.
Her door swung open with a hesitant creak. Clary flung around, clumps of blue-stained hair whipping past her vision. Red claimed her sight but not enough to distort the obvious image of her brother. They looked nothing alike. If Luke weren't so dark in color and tall, Clary would wonder if she were actually Luke's kid. Didn't matter. Neither of them were around anymore.
"Yikes. Somebody got in a fight with Aqua-man and lost," Jonathan whistled. Clary had half a mind to pick up the nearest object, a pointy paintbrush for example, and throw it at him. She didn't feel like wasting paint, though.
"It's your little shit-for-brains friend," Clary growled. In her heat she nearly fell as she turned around and thrust the brush on the canvas, painting whatever her hands felt like. The paint splattered harshly against the canvas in waves of fury. Every stroke held a slap in the face.
"Ja-?"
"I mean, how hard is it to follow instructions?" Clary threw her hands up, splaying her ceilings with gold paint. "I told him specifically to let me do the work, but he had to be all flirty with Kaelie and pronounce himself to be more 'qualified for the job.'"
"Are you-?"
"'Qualified for the job," Clary muttered. "Who talks like that?"
"Clary."
"And screwing up our whole project isn't enough for him, either!" The laugh echoing from her throat had no humor in it. "After he threw staining blue gunk in my face, he decided to twist my words and make it seem like I want to fuck him!"
Jonathan finally got in a word, mainly because he stepped into her line of view. "Woah! That escalated too fast!"
Clary showed her aggravation through her art well because paint was flying off every side of the poor canvas. "The dog's your friend! Ask him."
"Okay, Jace is not a dog." Jonathan said. The snake-like look Clary shot him held enough accusation for him to hold his hands up. It wouldn't take away her suspicion.
"You're right. He doesn't deserve such a high title. I'll shoot for an object next time," Clary nearly punched a hole in the canvas. At this, she stepped back before she could damage it more.
"You know if you'd stop reacting so violently..." Jonathan trailed off, and for good reason. The anger was visible in the air, sounding like static yet moving like waves. Jon coughed. "I know you hate them, but Dad wants to meet Isabelle. So he invited their whole family over. Alec's refused, but Jace..."
"Jace what?" Clary hissed, venom rolling off her tongue.
"Jace said he'd be happy to come," he coughed quieter than a mouse.
Just like that, her painting of a golden blob grew a fist-sized hole in it.
. . .
Jace's phone buzzed in his pocket as they exited their house. He pulled it out already knowing whose face would grace him with her alarming presence. He declined Kaelie's call.
Iz snorted. "You know she can tell when you decline it early, right?"
Jace nodded. He knew and didn't care. Maryse fluffed her hair and pretended not to hear their conversation. She always did that when Jace's behavior towards females came up. No one ever directly addressed him on it, not that he'd listen anyhow.
He eyed Isabelle as she talked animatedly to Maryse. Jace's opinion on Maryse was naturally quite high. He tried to avoid judgment on her. She was the one who offered to take him in, after all. Still, he was not one to skip over the obvious. Maryse was a motherly figure when around with strict discipline that everyone listened to. They were scared of the outcome if they didn't. However, she was rarely around to discipline anyone. Often times Alec was in charge of the household. While Jace was grateful for being taken in, he never did look to her as a mother. She was more a patron to him.
To Isabelle, however, Maryse was exactly who Iz strived to become. If you took away the twenty more years of hardship Maryse had on Isabelle, you could mistake them for sisters. Jace didn't know how Jonathan could handle knowing Isabelle strived to be like the rigid, rule-bent Maryse. As her hand hit the door, even it was in a uniform, solid path.
Jace suspected Jonathan was waiting for them at the door. He opened it within seconds. Maryse had met Jonathan before. She was a fan by default. "Better than the rat kid you had before, darling."
"Come on in. We're so glad you could make it. Clary and my dad are getting the food on the table right now," Jon held the door for the girls and practically slammed it on Jace. "Do not make my sister look like a wild buffoon tonight."
"She does it to herself, it's not all me, though it does take talent from time to time," Jace mused over the statement.
Jon groaned. "I'm serious. Not when my dad is meeting Isabelle."
Jace snorted and followed him inside. He didn't see the big deal. Maryse already liked Clary. Isabelle had her over many times before she refused to step foot under the same house as 'the dog' slept. Maryse knew she was more or less sane, though that was always up to change in Jace's mind. At the dining table, Clary had just taken her seat. Jace did the only plausible thing and sat right beside her. Isabelle and Jonathan sat across from them, already speaking with smiles on their faces. Maryse and Valentine were speaking by the entrance into the dining room, introducing themselves.
Clary looked at him like she was genuinely confused. It took her a moment to recover and place an outraged expression to her appearance. "This is my bench, Wayland. I was here first."
"How first grade of you," Jace patted her head and grabbed a set of silver wear, waiting for the explosion from Clary. Sadly, she held it in. No matter, he thought, it would build for a larger eruption later that evening. She turned her head upward and pretended he wasn't there. This he could work with. Maryse and Valentine finally sat down. "Mr. Morgenstern thanks for the dinner."
"Stop kissing his ass," Clary mumbled under her breath. Jace grinned.
"If you want me to kiss yours next, I'd be happy to."
Valentine smiled. "It's my pleasure. I figured I should meet the family Jonathan talks so highly about."
Maryse laughed politely. "He's wonderful to have around."
"And you're all three in the same grade together?" Valentine asked. Jace found the question odd. It took him some time to figure out why. It did play to his advantage, however. His lack of knowledge of his kids' lives meant that he had no idea Jace did his best to ruffle Clary's feathers.
"Yeah," Jon said.
Valentine laughed. "Son, why did it take so long for you to ask her out?"
Maryse frowned. "They've been together for six months." Valentine's smile sagged a bit.
Jonathan directed the attention back on him. "She's an intimidating girl!" Isabelle beamed at him and swung her hair over her shoulder. Jace grew bored of their banter quickly. He looked at his side where Clary was slowly eating her food, as if this dinner couldn't take any longer.
Ever so carefully, Jace reached to their drinks sitting side by side. Clary's was water, but his was Diet Coke. The color difference was obvious. He laughed at Isabelle's joke and pretended not to notice that he had grabbed the wrong drink. Clary noticed a second too late, right as he took a big gulp from it.
"Hey! That's my drink, asshole!" She shoved his shoulder and yanked the drink from him, spilling water on both of their laps.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize!" Jace exclaimed, feigning to be insulted.
"Clarissa! Language!" Valentine demanded. Clary gave him an attitude-filled look and set her glass down loudly.
This set Maryse's attention on Clary. "Clary, I've missed you. What's been going on lately?"
Jonathan grinned. "She punched a hole in her latest painting."
Clary glared harshly at him. "Nothing, really."
"Did anything ever happen with that Sebastian boy you and Isabelle used to gossip about?" Maryse asked. This grabbed Jace's attention. He whipped around to look at her. In all the years he'd known her, Clary hadn't dated any guys or even remotely came close to dating any. She was too stuck up for a guy to like her in the first place, but also she never had much interest with them.
"Verlac?" He gaped. Clary, miffed, squared her shoulders and spoke only to Maryse.
"No. Nothing became of him," she answered both of their questions. Jace felt a wave of emotion he had trouble identifying. The idea of Sebastian and Clary made him gag. Sebastian was a woman-beater. Though he had never beat one before, the way he spoke gave Jace the indication that he wasn't far from it.
"I'm afraid I'm lost. Could you catch me up here, Clarissa?" Valentine's voice did not leave room for argumentation. Clary's eyes sagged as she looked at her father. "If you are dating a boy, you know I have to approve of him first."
"I'm not dating anyone, Father," Clary rolled her eyes. "Not like you'd approve of anyone either way," she muttered the last part, and somehow the whole room heard.
"That's an ignorant thought. I'd easily approve of Jace over here," he offered, causing Jace to nearly spit out his food. Clary's head fell against the table as she moaned loudly.
"I detest the dog sitting beside me," she said.
Jace grinned. "I think I'd make a good golden retriever," he agreed. Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the wooden bench.
Maryse laughed lightly. "I'm afraid he's taken. You're still dating Aline, right?"
Jace cleared his throat. "She's a lesbian now-,"
"After you, anyone would be," Clary hissed with a smug smirk on her lips as she lifted her head.
"And no, I just broke up with Kaelie, Maryse," Jace ignored Clary's comment. He'd get her back for that one.
"You call your mother Maryse?" Valentine seemed like the idea was equal to rioting. His indignation made Jace rather annoyed.
You have your kid call you 'Father?'
Jace cleared his throat. "She's not my mom."
The awkwardness in the room was nearly visible. Clary's gaze fixated on him, eyes scrutinizing his every move. Valentine sat back in his seat. Isabelle and Maryse moved their eyes to their food, like they always did when this topic was brought up. Jonathan continued stuffing his face. The air became thicker. It swirled with unspoken scorn and questions.
Of all people, Clary spoke up. "Well, I think Jace owes me a water."
"Wha-?"
"Come on. You can help bring out dessert with me." Her tone, much like her father's, offered no room for reason. It wasn't nearly as cold as Valentine's was, though. Jace took any opportunity to escape the silent room. He followed Clary out of the room, immediately questioning her intentions. For once, her behavior didn't get under his skin. It saved him.
"Why did you do that?" He walked briskly toward her. She kept moving like she hadn't heard him. He followed her into the kitchen where she moved to the fridge. She opened it and pulled out a large blue bowl with foil over the top of it. When she tried to close it, Jace grabbed the door and stopped her movement. "Hey. I'm talking to you."
Clary sighed. "You looked panicked. I know what it's like bringing up family to people you don't want to explain the situation to." She shrugged. "You're welcome."
Jace didn't say anything for a while. He watched Clary fill up another glass of water for herself with a calm expression. Suddenly, drinking her water wasn't as funny as he originally thought. Finally, he voiced, "Thank you."
Clary looked up. Her eyes recognized he rarity of his words as much as he did. Hesitantly, she lifted her lips up in a small smile. "If it's any consolation, my mom cheated on my dad. Then she left her children with the heartless man out there."
"My mom's dead." Jace said. Clary's eyes softened.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I didn't know her," Jace said, scratching the back of his neck. All he knew of her was a face. The blonde hair came from her. Aside from that, he never heard a thing about her. Clary leaned against the fridge, a frown gracing her features. He never realized the green in her eyes were so distracting. He missed her question. She repeated herself.
"And your dad?"
Jace said, forcing a smirk on his lips. "You aren't the only one with a runaway parent."
Clary bit her lip. She ignored his attempt of a joke and stepped closer. "You're better off with the Lightwoods."
He didn't have anything to say to that. Jace grabbed the blue bowl. Together, they walked back into the dining room. Everyone was laughing at something Isabelle said. Her cheeky smile proved that she found herself all too amusing.
"Here's some banana pudding," Clary pulled off the foil. Everyone dove into it, eager for something soft and sweet. It was the first time Jace wondered who cooked all this food. From the way Clary announced the dessert and the nerves jumping behind her eyes, Jace assumed it was she.
Then she left her children with the heartless man out there.
Jace always assumed she had it easy. He'd always known Jon's mom left them, but Jon spoke so freely about it. Clary had taken it more to heart. The way she spat out her mother's name sounded angrier than Jon had. She resented her mother for leaving her, which wasn't all too peculiar, but it was why that seemed odd. She hated her because she left her with her dad. Clary should have hated her mother and loved her father, the one who stayed. Instead, it almost seemed that she hated both. He knew she probably used to love her mother, and that was why she was so angry about it all.
"You look like you wet yourself," Clary snickered at him. Jace looked at his pants and laughed. There was a faint wet spot on his crotch. He looked at Clary's and laughed even more.
"I can see your panties," he leaned over and whispered into her ear, causing Clary to shiver momentarily before the words registered. Jace was surprised at how much he enjoyed this reaction from Clary as well. "I never took you to wear black lace. Hot."
Her shorts were a thin white color, and below rested black lace material against pale skin. It was impossible to miss. He was once again very glad that he stole her water, therefore encouraging her to spill it over the both of them. Clary's hands shot over her legs with a hot breath of air blowing out of her mouth. Jace found himself growing fonder of this reaction. Sure her angry reactions made him snicker, but these cute reactions? It sent a wave of warmth through him that he was slowly growing addicted to.
"Fuck off," she said, but her giggles contradicted her words. Jace found that even though she didn't blow her top, he enjoyed these results just as much. Maybe even more. Her smile was contagious.
A/N: This isn't the finished project, but school is starting up soon so I'm not sure if I'll have time. Who really really wants to see the finished product? If there's FOUR reviews by tonight, then I'll finish it by this weekend before school starts!
I hope you guys liked this. It was started much earlier and I finally am getting around toward finishing it. It's just some Clace fluff. Let me know what you think. If you can't wait, I have other Clace one shots and a long story. Check it out!