My dear little broccoli 💚💚💚
So, someone sent me a PM that may or may not have made my heart melt, and reminding me of my very first fan fiction that I never finished. So here it is for you. This is my first work and the most fanfiction-ny work you'll find from me. But that doesn't mean that you should snob that story nonetheless.
And do I need to say it … the rating is M for obvious reasons. There is going to be lemon, as well as hard topics. So if you feel you'll be triggered, don't read this story.
Love, Mina
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Chapter 1 (1,9K)
Clary's PoV
"Holy crap!" I muse, looking up at the Institute.
A shiver creeps down on me, taking me by surprise. Since the Institute used to be one of the first cathedrals of New York, I expected the building to look ancient, crappy and on the brink of collapsing. instead, I have a majestic beauty in front of me, standing tall and proud and showcasing its passage through time. And I have to admit that right now, all I want to do is to actually draw it. Draw every corner, every shadow, every statue. Sure, you could see that the building had been restored to fit our modern age, but it didn't take away from its beauty.
"Man … You're really going to go there?" Simon asks, his eyes glued to the building as well.
"Do I even have a choice?"
"I wouldn't! Not even for a million bucks! It looks like it's going to swallow your soul! Creeeepy!"
I stare at my best-friend, internally questioning his sanity. How can he not see the beauty standing in front of us? I know that Simon can be quite anti-anti-conformist at times, but beauty is beauty.
I shake my head, trying not to make a joke about his poor eyesight, and his need for a new pair of glasses, and sigh, "Let's go. We have a club waiting for us."
"You Mom —" Simon starts, making me heave and glare at him,
"Is not here and does not need to know. This is actually my last night of freedom, and I'd like to spend it with you doing something …"
"Wild?" He asks, almost anticipating the answer.
I grin at him and start walking away, internally smiling at the irony of the situation. I am the one who has to make Simon do wild things now …
We leave the nice neighbourhood of the Institute, the part of New York where Simon and I never went before and I can't help but think of that whole ridiculous situation I am in, where I have to change school when the year barely began and learn things about my life that I never would have dared imagine.
Two days ago, Mom told me that she was transferring me into a new school I had never heard of before (it being in those posh neighbourhoods I never go to). This lead to a terrible fight between the two of us. Not much the transfer part, but the part where she told me (after years of lying) that the father I had thought all my life was dead wasn't so dead, after all. She keeps telling me over and over again that he is bad news, but who am I to judge someone I don't know and who doesn't even know I exist. Especially when the only thing my mom would tell me about him is that he is bad news.
So in a way, I'm seeing this Institute thing as a new beginning. Because there are other things about my past that I'd like to forget as well. Things more recent than an absentee father, and who bruised me in a much more permanent way.
"Clary! Zoning out again?" Simon sing-songs, waving vigorously his hand in front of my face.
"Sorry, you were saying?"
"I was asking about your getting-wild thing. I mean, you're usually more of a miss Invisible …"
"Let's just say that I want to be bad one last time before being locked in that school."
Simon doubtfully looks at me, and we both know that I just said half of the truth. I stopped trying wild things for a while now, given where that lead me the last time. But we never really speak of that time…
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Clary's PoV
When we get to the club, there is surprisingly no line. I mean, I know it's Sunday night, but Pandemonium is a well renown club, and therefore always busy. technically, we wouldn't be able to get in, but … the past year gave me resources that I am not ashamed of using.
For an hour or so, Simon and I just dance to the beat, having completely forgotten about any of our problems, when my eyes catch a little bit of blue hair. Don't get me wrong, in a club, it is rather expected to have unusual hair colours, but this blue is attached to a guy's head and styled all the way in spikes. For a moment, I do stare at him, feeling as if I already saw him somewhere and trying to picture him with maybe a different hairdo, when he starts walking toward a girl on the other side of the room.
Well, girl … more like Goddess. You know, tall, long ravenous hair that didn't disobey all the time, curves in all the right places. She's in a simple strapless white dress, showing as much skin as it can, without being vulgar. Though to be honest, she doesn't seem that old. I'm sure she's around my age. Some girls are just blessed by Nature when I just end up being stupid unattractive me. Talk about fair.
She smiled to the guy and made a nod toward the storage room before going in there, quickly followed by the blue haired man. I'm about to go fetch myself a drink when I notice two other boys going into that storage room as well. A blond and a dark haired one. And though I know it's none of my business, I head that way as well. I mean three guys and one lonely girl. There are so many ways this can go wrong.
As soon as I open the door, I hear voices indicating a heated argument, the girl whining, "He's never going to give you the information Jace. Just get rid of him, so I can go and enjoy a bit of the club."
"Izzy, I'm barely starting to have fun. I'll make him sing," The blond one promised as I take in the scene before my eyes.
The blue-haired stranger is on his knees, held by the guy with dark hair, who looks just like the girl if it isn't for his eyes who are blue like the Hawaiian ocean. The blond guy is … golden, if that's even possible. I mean, even his eyes look like made of gold. Besides cats and elves, who has golden eyes?
The blond guy raises his fist, ready to strike down the defenceless blue-haired stranger, and before I can stop myself, I hear myself shouting, "No!"
In the blink of an eye, I rush to the golden guy and throw myself between him and his victim, ready to stop him the best I can. The four of them stare at me in surprise, before the dark haired guy asks, perplex,
"What is that?"
"What? Really Alec? Can't you see that this is a girl? I mean, you do have a sister, you should know what girls look like. The proper question is, who are you?" He looks deep in my eyes as he asks the final question and I turn my back to him, and look at the other guy, Alec,
"Let him go."
"What?"
"You heard me. You can't just go around and beat people for the fun of it!" And that's when I realise that the victim in question hasn't said a word since the beginning of that interaction, "And you! Man up and stand up for yourself! Don't be such a wuss and fight for yourself."
"Little girl, I don't think you get what is happening here. So if you could just … move along," The blond guy, Jace, said, signalling me the door from which I came.
I gasp at his rudeness but do not budge from where I am, glaring at him with all my might. But before anyone else could try and say anything, the door opened, and a bouncer appeared, shaking his head as he says with a blasé tone,
"This is a room for staff, so move along and get a room for your kind stuff."
The five of us run off the storage room, the blue-haired guy the fastest out of us, disappearing in the crowd, and making the other girl whine, "How are we going to trace all this mess back to Seelie, now?"
"Don't worry about it," Jace said, walking away from me with his two acolytes.
I look at the trio until I can't see them anymore, and then look for Simon so we can go home. Let's not have my Mom yell at me the night before me going to the Institute.
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Clary's PoV
When I open the front door of our apartment, I hear two voices inside. Which makes me frown and check my phone. 1:32 am. I am in so much trouble! Tomorrow is a school day. I try creeping silently into my room, but Mom must have super hearing, because the next thing I know, she is calling me,
"Clary?"
"Yes?"
Mom appears on the door frame of the corridor, looking calm and collected, which is never a good sign.
"Anything you'd like to say?"
"Who's here?" I ask, delaying her fury to the maximum.
"Luke. He came to wish you good luck for tomorrow. But guess what, you weren't here, nor picking your phone."
I am a dead girl!
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to check the Institute at least once before going there. And then, we went out with Simon."
And there they are. The magic words. Weirdly enough, Simon can do no wrong in Mom's eyes. If only she knew that out of the two of us, I am the good kid …
She makes a face as if she's about to say something, and I let her know, "I left him when he started flirting with some girl. I mean, I couldn't decently be the third wheel."
She looks at me, making me feel like I'm missing something crucial, before she simply shakes her head and tells me, "You should get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day for you."
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Clary's PoV
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I curse my alarm clock blasting in my hear, all the whilst begging it to give me five more minutes. And me being me, I snooze again and again, until it is half-past seven, making me late on my very first day of school. I have been snoozing for almost an hour.
In less time that it takes to say it, I am in the shower, and then in my clothes before hopping on my Harley. Mom already dropped all my clothes and stuff I will need for the week on Friday. And when I park in front of the Institute, it is 7:59 am. I may have forgotten about speed limits, but I still made it to school in time.
So I take my helmet off and walk into the Hell Hole that we call high school, "Here we go."
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Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed
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So, what did you think? Just so you know, this story is mostly Jace and Clary focussed, with both their point-of-view in the centre of attention each time. Also, for those who remember this story back from the dark ages of my FF experience, don't spoil it for those who never read it.
Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.
Love, Mina