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💚 So this is a story that has been asked to be put back on the website over and over again. I don't think I will put the WHOLE story back here, because this is no longer a Clace story for me. But I will not let you hanging dry. And anyway, maybe nobody will even notice that I updated this story, haha.
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Chapter 1: Clarissa Morgenstern (4,0K)
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As she stopped the motor of her bike, Clary looked at her new school thinking that it was her last year. One last year, and then she'd be free. Free as a bird to go wherever the Hell she wanted, to live her life as she had planned it all along: as a loner painter, going all over the world to capture its wonders. One last year.
She walked into the school feeling all the regards on her. Good thing Jon wasn't here yet, he would have drawn double attention with this physic of his. She knew why they were looking at her. She knew that her biker style draw attention. That added to that fire she called hair. The thing was that she didn't like attention, so she gave a dirty look at each person daring crossing her gaze. If she had to be labeled into something, she'd rather be that scary person no one dared talk to. That's why she always wore eyeliner to contour her green eyes, to add something to that scary aura of hers.
Once she had her schedule and locker she walked to her first class, already hating what was about to happen. As she arrived in middle of school year, she would have to present herself to the class, pretending that she would love to blend in. Like this would ever happen. She stepped into the class, spotting a free table at the rear of the room which made her smile to herself. She would have a table with Jon when he would get here. He had to stay back in Japan with their Mom for one more week because of some sport event he was involved in, leaving her and their Dad going to New York ahead.
The teacher made her present herself to the class, and for a moment she hesitated. That's not something she was used to. She had been in the same school since she was five, and always had Jon to speak for them.
"Clarissa Morgenstern."
She bent a little as she was taught to, which made a few students sneer. She gave them a dirty look and went to seat at the back of the classroom, praying that no one would come sit next to her for the next week. She already had assigned her twin to this seat.
Clarissa Morgenstern. She hadn't say another thing, just her name. Jace thought that she was beautiful, not to say hot. With her biker cloths outlining every curve that she had. She sat at the back of the room, looking at Seelie and Kaelie as if she would kill them with a toothpick, which made him smile. Usually girls feared to cross those two, but she seemed beyond all of this. She sat as if she couldn't be more bored and took her stuffs out of her bag.
Jace was a bit taken aback, she didn't seem to have noticed him, which was unlikely to happen. Girls always noticed him, even girls he'd rather them not to. He was gorgeous, and he knew it, so why didn't she noticed him? There was no way that he was going to let that pass. Hot new girl in school meant that every one would be all about her before lunch. If he wanted her, he had to act before them.
When the bell rang, he went directly to her not giving her time to put her papers back in her bag.
"You need help to go to your next class?"
"No, thank you I can read."
She got up, ready to go to her next period. She hadn't even glanced at him. Jace followed her as she was walking determinedly to what seem to be Calculus, the same class that he had now.
"So you're a brain, uh?"
"Where I come from people introduce themselves before annoying other people."
"I didn't know the great Jace Herondale could annoy people."
She stopped just in front of the Calculus room and finally looked at him. She let her eyes take everything of him, already seeing herself paint him. He looked like a lion, with a golden mane for hair, a golden skin, golden tawny eyes. He was looking at her like a predator looked at its prey, which made her smile. She knew what he had in his mind, it was written all over his face. She knew how to handle this sort of cocky person, give them what they want and they'll leave you alone.
"You being great at being handsome does not mean you're great in other fields."
"Maybe I should show you how great I am in all kind of fields."
He raised a cocky eyebrow at her, smirking at his insinuation.
"We'll see."
With that she turned her back to him and went to seat at the first free space she saw at the back of the room. Jace sat next to her, already enjoying her presence next to him for the rest of the year. Who would have thought she would seat by herself next to him.
As soon as he sat, the teacher arrived, taking all of Clarissa's attention. Or so he thought. But at some point, during the class, he felt her leg brushing his. At first he thought it was a mistake, but she kept on brushing harder, a small smile on her face.
She knew that he hadn't expected that. Usually guys like him don't expect girls to be this bold, expecting to have to do all the heavy work. A wild thought cross her mind, and she wondered how much she could tease him like that. She played with her pen in her mouth, feeling his gaze on her, and when she heard his breathing becoming more erratic, she put her hand on his leg, slowly winding up to his bulge. She smiled even wider when she felt that he was hard and regretted that they were in a classroom.
For what she could say he wasn't small, far from it, and she was already picturing herself doing all sort of things with him and his little friend. She felt herself getting wet and bit her lips crossing her legs and retrieving her hand. She couldn't think like that. If anything was to happen with Herondale, it would be a one time thing, nothing else. She could say by the way he had looked at her that he wasn't a relationship kind of guy, which was a good thing, neither was she. And she never believed in that 'friends with benefits' crap.
Jace had fisted his hands, feeling his nails planting his skin and trying to get rid of his bonner. That was something he hadn't expected. Being stroke like that in the middle of class. But what had turned him on the most was her reaction when she had had a grip on him, it was like she had been craving for him to take her right then, right there. Now she had both of her hands under her chin and was concentrated on what was written on the board, but he could see how her eyes were sparkling of lust. This was going to be easier than he thought.
As soon as the bell rang, he bolted out of the room, his cock still a bit hard. He had a free period and knew she had one two as he had glanced at her schedule when she had looked at it. He saw her from afar going to her locker and went to her. When she saw him, she questioningly raised her eyebrows to him, a lustful smile on her lips.
"Still able to walk I see?"
"You're playing a dangerous game deary!"
She closed her locker, feeling her desire rising in her so strongly that she had to bit her lip in order to keep it in. She looked at him, getting closer to him.
"Who said anything about a game?"
He growled and bent to kiss her, but she dodged him before he could, looking around her. The bell rang and the corridor emptied and when they were the only two left, he pulled her in the janitor's closet. As soon as he closed the door, caging her against it, she kissed him, her hands clenching his hair. He lifted her and she locked his waist between her legs.
"You're going to have Hell to pay for what you did."
He growled in her ear and she squeezed her legs tighter, biting his neck. She could feel herself getting wetter, longing for him to take her and fuck her senseless, but she didn't want to be the only one enjoying herself. She quickly got down from his arms, and unbuttoned his trousers. She moaned when she felt him so hard in her hand and removed his trousers and boxers in one swift motion, kneeling in front of him.
Before he knew it, she had her tongue playing with the hem of his cock, before taking him in. The whole of him. He jerked his head back, sliding his fingers in her fiery red hair as her hands were grabbing his ass to take him deeper. How deep could be her throat? He gritted his teeth to get a hold on himself, and thought he was about to lose control when, while he was still fully in her mouth, she played with his head and her tongue. Then she resumed on sucking him, bobbing her way all the way up and down again and again. She was sucking him as if she was sucking her favorite popsicle.
He twisted his fingers a little tighter in her hair before making her stop. There was no way he would cum in her mouth without knowing what her pussy felt like. He made her stand up, and kissed her more forcefully that he ever kissed a girl. With one hand he undid her biker trousers while he was caressing her boob with the other. She moaned when he started kissing her collarbone and he had to do anything in his power not to let a hickey on her soft milky skin.
"You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now."
"You have a condom?" He nodded before sucking her boob and making her moan. "Then fuck me! What are you waiting for?"
She had took his dick in her hand, jerking it up and down and playing with his head and her thumb. If she kept on doing things like that he would cum right there, in her hand. He took her hand and tackled it next to her head.
"Stop doing that." He kissed her neck and started fondling her clit. "I don't want to be the only one enjoying myself." He slid a finger in her pussy, making her moan through her lips pressed together. "I want to see you lose yourself." He slid another finger, making her stand on her tippy-toe. "I want to see your face enlightened by the pleasure I'll give you."
She put a hand on her mouth to contain her scream as he entered a third finger and started going back and forth in her. He kept on playing with her clit, feeling feeling himself harden as she was milking his fingers.
She panted him to take her, and after quickly putting the condom on, he entered in her in on quick and hard thrust, lifting her by her ass. She bit her lip to contain her scream, and as he started going back and forth, she kissed him. He kissed her back fiercely, feeling the tension growing. He would finish soon which surprised him: he always had such a control over himself, but this girl was driving him crazy.
She lifted her right leg, and placed it behind his neck, giving him more access to her G-spot, and he rammed in her, thrilled by this new position. If only he could hold it a little bit longer, but with her moaning, and grinding against him and clenching his cock with his inner walls, he knew he was about to cum. She had hidden her face in the creek of his neck, but he wanted to see her face. To see her green eyes open as she reached her orgasm, to see her lips open and close as she was moaning, to see her face crisp as she felt overwhelmed by pleasure. He was surprised by this sudden need, for it never had happened to him before.
He pulled her face against the door, making her gasp and she put her hands on her mouth as he kept on going in her, feeling when she wanted it to be harder and faster. She closed her eyes and trailed her hands to her hair, fisting them as she felt that she was coming to her orgasm. She felt it coming, stronger than ever, and she bit her lip to the blood, clenching her walls as tight as she could as he was panting out his own orgasm.
He rested his head on the creek of her neck as they both tried to catch their breath. After a couple of minutes, Clary let her legs down and he removed himself from her. They dressed back together, him keeping on eying her. This was by far the best sex he ever had. She looked at him and tapped his chest.
"Well, this was fun. Thank you."
And with that she left the closet, leaving him dumbfounded. What she just did was what he usually did to girls! How come he was in a reverted situation like that? He left the closet himself, and watched her go away. At least he had what he wanted. But he couldn't help to have this nagging feeling growing in him.
Clary sat alone at lunch, her headphones blasting some Nirvana music in her ears. Someone sat next to her, a boy with black hair and brown eyes. He was kind of cute, but she was full of the memory of Herondale.
"Get lost." He moved his lips, saying something, but she didn't remove her headphones, and returned her attention to smashing her food. "Get lost I said."
Sebastian got up and left, bumping into Jace who was about to do what he had just done.
"Good luck with that one."
Jace sat next to her but she didn't even glanced up at him. He removed her headphones, making her evil look at him.
"I was enjoying that!"
"What was that with you leaving earlier?"
She got up and looked down at him, picking up her tray before bending to him, for him to be the only one to hear what she had to say. He could still smell himself on her.
"The fact that we had sex doesn't mean you have to get clingy. I'm grateful for what happened, but don't look for a rerun. I'm sure one of the girls over there would be glad to fulfill your needs."
And with that she left the cafeteria and went to her Arts class.
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It had been almost a week since she had arrived in her new school, and she couldn't be happier that it was Friday. The next day her brother and mother would be back and she would be able to sleep until noon for it would be the weekend.
During this week she had managed to keep everyone at an arm length, almost getting in a fight with one of her English classmates, whatever her name was. Everyone knew now not to talk to her, and she was happy with that. Even Herondale had left her alone, after several attempts to make small talks, he stopped, which she was relieved of. She did small talked with Sebastian between two classes, but nothing more, except that he invited her to a party on Friday night.
It was last period and it was PE. She wasn't really nervous about it because she loved PE, and with that father of hers, she knew how to practice almost every sport of the planet. But she knew that all the attention would be on her again because it was her first day of PE. She had missed it all week because of a small bike accident she had before leaving Japan, but now that she felt better, she couldn't cut it anymore.
Once in shorts and tank top, she heard some girl glancing at the discolored bruise of her hip (the fading reminder of her accident) and gossiping on how she had it. She didn't mind, if gossips could help them live, good for them. The teacher gathered the class around saying that today was the last day of the week of self-defense class. Clary rolled her eyes, wondering what they could have really learned in a week. The teacher teamed them by two, boy and girl, but when it came to Clary, he hesitated, unsure of what to do as she had missed the other classes.
"Don't worry about me. Team me up with anyone. I can take care of myself."
She kept herself from growling of discontent when she got teamed up with Herondale. Of course she would. She turned to him as he tried to change the teacher's mind, saying that he would crush her for she was so small and frail.
"Frail? I'll beat you down to the ground if you ever refer to me as frail again!"
He smirked at her and kept his remark to himself. He wasn't afraid to break her, he was afraid to lose it and take her right there before the eyes of everyone. He hadn't been able to forget what had happened in the janitor's closet, and every time he was thinking about it, he could feel his boxers getting tighter. He hadn't told anyone about it, which wasn't in his habits. He'd always brag about his conquests to his friends, especially the ones as hot as the one he had with Clarissa, but he kept this one for himself, and it seemed that she did the same.
Not like she had any friends to brag to, nor that she was interested in having any. She seemed to enjoy being alone all the time, looking at people with a dirty look when they would stare at her. He was intrigued by her. By the way she always bowed a bit when she talked to a teacher. By the way she always touched her bike as if it was a treasure. By the way she always kept a distance with people, but still manage to be this hot thing everyone wanted.
Lots of girls wanted to be her friend, starting by his sister. This badass look of hers was tempting the girls to be friends with her, but also the boys. For other reasons. They wanted to get in her pants. But apparently, only Jace had this chance. She was blowing everyone up, girls or boys barely saying three words. And that's why Jace didn't think of her as a slut for having sex with him at her first day. She just knew what she wanted, and apparently, she didn't want him anymore. He couldn't blame her, he had done the same thing over a thousand times, but it still hurt his ego to be the one rejected.
When it was their turn to make a demonstration in front of the whole class, she bent down to him, as if they were in martial class, which made a few people laugh. He looked at her, spotted the huge bruise on her left hip and wondered how she got it, hoping she wasn't mistreated back home. But then again, Clarissa didn't look like someone who wouldn't strike back. He also saw tattoos on her, that he hadn't seen when they were in the closet. He checked her out when she snapped him out of it.
"Promise I will go easy on you."
He chuckled at her statement. As if she could really harm him.
He was in the position of the aggressor, so she turned her back to him. As soon as he put his hand on her shoulder, she caught it, swirled on herself before sliding behind him, and then she made him flip-flop by putting her knee in his smaller back and putting all her strength in her knee and her arms holding his wrist. Once he was his back on the floor, she put her foot on his throat, her arms in a defensive position.
He knew he was supposed to smack three times the groundsheet, but he couldn't surrender to this tiny person. As if she knew he wasn't about to give up, she pressed a little bit more her feet against his throat.
"Surrender Herondale. You were dead five seconds ago."
He smirked at her and seized her feet, and once he had a good hold on it, he throw her away, quickly getting up, massaging his throat. She rolled backward and ended up crouching gracefully on her feet and hands, doing half a split. She didn't get up, a smile illuminating her face. This was going to be fun. He actually knew something. They looked at each other, each evaluating the other, and she slowly got up before pretending to wince out of pain. Jace ran to her, already apologizing, but as soon as he was at arm length, she grabbed him and throw herself on his back, scissoring him with her legs before putting all her weight backward. They both fell on the ground, and she plucked his face in between her legs. But before she totally had him in control, he smacked the floor.
"I surrender! I surrender!"
As soon as she let him go, he got up and fled to the restroom, not really caring about the teacher yelling at him. He knew that the class would be soon over, and he didn't want anyone to see him right now. Finding himself placed the way he had been between her legs had arouse him more than he ever thought it would. He needed to get laid quickly, but the problem was that he wanted her! No one else. He had try to hook up with someone from his Music class, but he didn't go through with it. As soon as he had kissed her, he knew it wouldn't work. He had compared her with Clarissa all along, and her pitiful kiss was nothing compared to Clarissa's passionate ones.
He got in his usual cloths, not wanting to take a shower with a hard on when he knew that the shower would be quickly full with dudes, and he went to the parking lot.
Once there he sat in his Impala 69 and looked at Clarissa's bike. He was shocked when he saw a tall guy leaning against it, a helmet in hand. Didn't that guy know that no one touched her bike? She had almost ripped Kaelie's head off because Kaelie had touched it to 'feel what it was like'. Jace knew it had been a desperate attempt of Kaelie to actually be nice with Clarissa and start a conversation, but Clarissa didn't took it like that, and had to be held back not to kill Kaelie.
Jace looked at the guy. He had pale blond hair, so pale Jace thought for a second they were white. His eyes were hidden by shades and his features were really well drawn. He was looking into space, his hands in his pocket until he saw something that picked his interest. Jace looked in the same direction and saw Clarissa, her helmet in her hand, running toward him. The tall guy walked to her and picked her up to make her twirl in the air. Then they hugged as he still haven't dropped her down and she had her legs wrapped around his waist, the same way she had wrapped them around Jace's. He felt the urge to go and beat the guy down for touching her. He should be the only one to do that. But at the look of love in Clarissa's face, Jace understood that this guy was her boyfriend, especially when he kissed her forehead, putting her down, and put his arm around her shoulder, directing her back to the building.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Jace understood why she hadn't wanted a relationship with him, it was because she was already in one.
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