A story that spells 'i love you jace wayland'. during CoG
"I want to kiss you, Jace."
Lust was in her eyes, making him feel like an unwilling prositute.
"Of course you do," he said confidently. "I'm gorgeous."
"Very gorgeous," Aline agreed, leaning closer.
"Everybody wants to kiss me," he went on, pretending not to see her advancing.
"Yes, I can imagine why."
Oh, God, he thought exasperatedly. This bitch can't take a hint.
Uncomfortably aware she was right in front of him, Jace froze as she kissed him.
"Jace?"
A soft, blank voice interrupted the slut as she tried to stick her tongue in his mouth.
Clary stood in the doorway, eyes wide with shock.
Everything seemed to freeze, then.
"Who are you?" demanded Aline.
Aline's words brought him back to focus, though he wished they hadn't.
You stupid bitch, Jace wanted to yell. Shut up.
Lifeless green eyes bored into his golden ones.
A familiar feeling rushed through him.
Nobody but Clary caused that feeling.
Dying slowly was what he felt, seeing her broken like this. Knowing that he'd caused it.
I had to rewrite this, because my computer deleted it, so if it's rushed, that's why.
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