Background:
Clary Fray had been in danger her whole life. She was constantly on the lookout to ensure maximum safety. Why she was in danger, was not even known to her, thanks to her obsessive, overprotective mother. The only constant in her life was her arrogant and cocky best friend, Jace.
CPOV
I sat down at my desk this year, already tired thanks to the lecture regarding "the danger," that my mom had given me this morning. As usual, Jace scooted next to me, while the other girls of the classroom shot daggers towards me, as if I was a threat by even being remotely close to The God-like Jace Wayland. Of course, I was used to this desperate behavior, but it was still disturbing how much girls threw themselves at him. Jace on the other hand seemed to love their attention. Just as I was about to make a snarky comment on him flirting with a busty blonde, an old, graying teacher walked in, as the bell rang. Her overly tight sweater appeared to be bursting at the buttons, where the excess fat was poking out. She announced to the class her name, Mrs. Cadaver, and proceeded to hand out a 77-question worksheet, to be completed in the hour.
"UGHHHH," I unintentionally groaned aloud, Jace gave me a suggestive look, and said,
" I bet I could make you moan louder…" Normally I could ignore this behavior or retort back, but with the busty blonde, that was looking at Jace possessively, I guess I got a jealous. Wait me jealous, of Jace… We were strictly platonic? I blushed at the thought and tried to conceal my tomato-esque flush forming on my pale face. Unfortunately, my embarrassment didn't go unnoticed by Jace.
"What's a matter Clare?" Jace smirked, and "casually" rested his hand on top of my knee.
"JACE…" I warned, " Wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered slightly as his hand began making slow circles simultaneously going higher on my leg. I mean who wouldn't stutter with those pools of pure gold staring right out you, while is hand drew patterns on your leg.
Before Jace could come back with a comment, Mrs. Cadaver decided to announce, that we needed to pick partners for tomorrow's assignment. Normally Jace and I would work together, but before he could turn to me, a tall blonde walked up, and introduced himself.
"Hey, I'm Sebastian, you're the new girl, Clarissa right?"
I blushed at the use of my full name, and introduced myself,
"Um hi, I'm clary."
"Well Clary, I couldn't help but notice how pretty you are, and thought that you might want to work with me." Sebastian said.
I flushed even more red and looked down at my shoes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jace was no longer paying attention to the blond-haired girl from earlier, and had an aggressive look to his eye. His already prominent Jaw line seemed to pulse, and her gritted his teethe together. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the bell.
Jace quickly stood up, and Sebastian disappeared. Jace grabbed my wrist, and began dragging me by the wrist, and out of the classroom. I did not like him controlling me; I ripped my wrist out of his grasp and attempted to look up menacingly, to his 6' 2 stature.
"WHAT is your problem?" I snapped,
Jace did not reply, he looked to the ground and spoke in a hushed voice,
"Please stay away from him."
A look of shock passed my face, and I forced him to look at me. His once sharp features, and penetrating eyes, were soft and full of worry. I had never seen my best friend like this.
"Okay," was all I said.
Jace walked to my locker in silence, standing a little too close for comfort. Once there, he headed to his, and I dug through mine to find my textbooks. After shoving the ridiculous sized books into my bag, a small sticky note floated out of my locker. It read, "IM WATCHING YOU." A since of unease washed over me, and I felt chills go up my spine. On top of the newly formed anxiety, I dreaded my mom or Jace finding out, because I knew they would flip, so I crumpled the note and shoved it into my bag.
As if on cue, Jace walked over to me, and a crinkle formed between his honey colored eyebrows,
"Clare, what's wrong?'