A/N: Hello again, my pretties :) so here's the next chapter! I personally adore it, so I hope that you guys will too :D
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Make You Feel My Love
Chapter Two: When The Whole World Is On Your Case
When Jace walked into the kitchen with Alec, he was surprised to see that the small red-haired girl sat there. Then it clicked; she was Jocelyn's daughter, which explained why she was carrying bags back on the street.
He grinned. "Well. You must be Clary. I didn't formally introduce myself before. My name is Jace," he said, extending his hand.
She didn't take it.
Isabelle looked between the two, looking confused. "Before? When have the two of you ever met?" she asked.
"Isabelle, this is the asshat that saved me from the muggers," Clary replied through her teeth.
Isabelle shook her head. "I should have known it was you, Jace."
Completely ignoring Isabelle, he looked at Clary. "Asshat?" he asked, amused.
Clary stuck her chin out. "Yes, asshat. That's what you are."
"I've never heard that word in my life. If it weren't for the word 'ass' in it, I'd think that you were complimenting me," Jace said, smirking.
"Dear God, you're so damn full of yourself!" Clary exclaimed angrily.
"Everybody stop! God, you two are worse than cats and dogs!" Isabelle said, stepping between them.
He grinned. "Who, me and Clary? Nah, we're buddies. Right, Clary?"
Clary glared at him. "Screw off, Jace."
Jace just smirked, while Clary glared at him some more.
A few moments of silence later, Alec spoke up. "Um, how about we eat before the food gets cold?" he asked, glancing nervously between the two.
"Food sounds good to me," Jace said, fishing his food from his bag and emptying it onto a plate.
He sat beside Clary, because he knew that it would annoy her. And man, he just couldn't resist!
Dinner had been a quiet affair. As she ate, Clary had glared at Jace, who was—very piggishly—stuffing his face. She couldn't believe that she had to live with him for God knows how long. Isabelle and Alec were okay; Isabelle seemed like a nice enough person, and Alec was really quiet.
But Jace . . . he was a whole different story. He was rude, sarcastic and insensitive. She wished that her mom would just come back for her.
When Clary got up to put her plate in the sink, Isabelle grabbed her arm. "You have two hours to do whatever you want, okay?"
Clary's eyebrows shot up. "Why?"
Isabelle grinned. "We're going to a party and it starts in four hours."
"Then shouldn't I have like, three and a half hours to do whatever?"
Isabelle looked appalled. "And leave only a half hour to get ready?"
Clary looked down at what she was wearing. "I was just going to wear what I have on."
Isabelle shook her head. "No way. I'm going to help you get ready, whether you like it or not. So two hours," she said firmly.
Clary sighed. "Fine, Izzy." She saw no point in arguing, since she had a feeling that it was a battle lost before it even started.
Isabelle smiled and clapped her hands. "This is gonna be so much fun!"
Clary rolled her eyes and made her way up to her temporary room.
She plopped down on her bed and pulled her sketchpad and pencils from her messenger bag. She let her mind wander, and her hand started moving of its own accord.
When she really looked at what she'd drawn, she was horrified.
There, on her page, was Jace.
She dug through her bag for an eraser, but stopped. The drawing was one of her best, and, while Jace was a complete ass, she couldn't deny that he was good looking. Perfect for drawing. His angular face, his golden curls, his strange tawny eyes . . . he could have been an angel.
Without thinking, she began to sketch angel wings on him. It made the drawing complete.
She set her sketchpad aside and pulled a pillow over her head to muffle her scream of frustration. Why had she drawn him? Ever since he'd saved her, he'd been nothing but rude to her.
"Tough day?" said a low voice, sounding amused.
Clary pulled the pillow from her face to find Jace standing in her doorway, smirking at her. "Ever heard of knocking?" she asked in annoyance. "For all you know, I could have been naked."
One of Jace's perfectly arched eyebrows shot up, instantly making Clary jealous. She'd always wanted to be able to do that. "Well, that would've been a sight to see," he replied, standing up straight.
"Do you have nothing better to do, Jace? My day has been bad enough without you and your asshattyness."
"There you go again, making up words. I ought to get you a dictionary so that you can find proper words to use instead of inventing ones that make absolutely no sense."
With a cry of frustration, Clary chucked her pillow at Jace, aiming for his face. He stepped out of the way quickly, making the pillow land in the hallway. "Argh! You're so frustrating!" Clary growled.
"It's in the job description."
"Get the hell out of my room, Jace. Just get out," she snarled.
"Oooh, scary!" Jace joked. "I'm curious, Clary. Why are you here?" he asked.
Clary stuck her chin out. "That's none of your business."
Jace sauntered over to a chair, plopping down. "Oh, but it is. Is some crazy murderer after you? Do you owe people money? Did you escape from aliens that are now looking for you to take you back to the mothership to conduct experiments on you?"
Clary shook her head in exasperation. "Do you ever take anything seriously?"
Jace tapped his chin, seemingly thinking about it. He tilted his head to the side. "Hmm . . . nope," he replied, popping the 'p'.
Clary rolled her eyes. Then she sighed. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea. Mom never told me anything, just where I had to go if something ever happened. I have no clue what 'something' is."
For a split second, Jace actually looked apologetic, but his face went back to what Clary guessed was its normal mask of cool indifference. "Sucks to be you, I guess."
Clary gritted her teeth. "You're such an ass! Get. Out. Now!" she hissed.
Jace held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay! Jesus, no need to bite my head off!" he exclaimed.
Clary glared at him again until he retreated, closing the door behind him.
She sunk down into the pillows, feeling like a deflated balloon. She wanted to just crawl into a hole until this whole ordeal was over.
Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe I fell asleep at Simon's, and when I wake up, everything will be okay. Mom will be waiting for me at home, and my life will go on normally, she thought. But I highly doubt that.
Two hours later, Clary sat in Isabelle's room as she fussed over her, doing her hair and makeup. She just let her, seeing no point in fighting. Plus, she seemed to be having fun, so Clary didn't complain.
An hour later, Isabelle finished with her. She looked in the mirror, her jaw dropping. What the hell? she thought as she stared at the person in the mirror. It definitely wasn't her. The person in the mirror was too beautiful to be her! Her eyes were lined with black, mascara lengthening her lashes, smoky shadow covering the lids, making her eyes—that were that same emerald green as hers, but she refused to believe it was her―look big and round. Her skin looked flawless, her lips full and pouty looking. Her hair was straight, the red vibrant and shiny, bumped up in the back.
"Do you like it?" asked Isabelle, who was biting her lip anxiously.
"I'm having a hard time believing that it's me," Clary admitted, blinking in astonishment.
Isabelle laughed. "Believe it. That sexy thing in the mirror is you."
Clary burst out laughing at Isabelle's wording. "Thanks, Izzy. But I still have no idea what I'm going to wear," she said, her face falling.
Isabelle smiled mischievously. "No worries, I have the perfect thing for you."
Clary's eyebrows shot up. "No offense, but I don't think anything of yours would fit me. You're much taller and . . . um, filled out in the chest area."
Isabelle laughed again. "Like I said, no worries." She dashed over to her closet and pulled out something small, black, clingy-looking and embarrassing to even look at.
Clary eyed it sceptically. "I don't know about this . . ."
Isabelle rolled her eyes and shoved it into Clary's arms, along with some fishnet stockings. "Just put it on, Clary. And don't you dare mess up your hair or makeup, because I don't have time to fix it. I have to get ready too, you know."
Sighing, she let Isabelle push her into the bathroom.
She pulled the outfit on carefully, succeeding in not ruining anything. She looked in the mirror, her eyes widening. The "dress" barely covered her, and she found herself wanting to grab a giant sweater to cover herself up.
Taking a deep breath, she left Isabelle's bathroom.
Isabelle squealed when she saw her. "Oh, my God! This is my best work ever!" she exclaimed, clapping happily. She thrust some black heels into Clary's arms, instructing her to put them on. She acquiesced, slipping them on. "Perfect!" Isabelle said, grinning. Clary noticed that she was wearing a tight, dark blue dress that clung to her, showing off her curves. She turned back to the mirror to continue doing her hair.
Clary walked over and sat on Isabelle's bed, waiting patiently for the other girl to finish.
When she did, they had a half hour to get to the party.
Isabelle hooked her arm through Clary's and they walked downstairs together, where the guys were waiting.
"Isabelle you look nice, Clary . . . whoa. You don't even look like you," Jace said, his eyes widening as they passed over Clary.
Clary felt a blush rise to her cheeks as Jace's eyes raked almost hungrily over her. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
Jace raised an eyebrow. "I dunno. You're beautiful no matter what, but . . . wow."
Clary's eyes widened in shock. Did he just say that I was beautiful? she asked herself. "Um, thanks?" she replied, still half in shock.
"Can we go? I just wanna get this over with," Alec complained, folding his arms over his chest.
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a downer, Alec. This is gonna be fun! We're going to a party at Magnus Bane's. He throws the hottest parties in New York! We're lucky that we're even invited!" she exclaimed.
Alec sighed. "Whatever. Let's just go."
They all left, Isabelle walking with Alec, while Jace hung back a few paces to walk with Clary.
She glanced up at him. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked quietly.
"Sure," Jace replied breezily, grinning down at her. "Why, you don't believe me?"
She shook her head. "My mom's the only one who's ever called me beautiful, but she's required to think that, as my mother. Plus, I find it hard to believe anything that comes out of your mouth."
Jace pouted. "Am I really that bad?"
Clary cast him a sidelong glance, as if to say Yeah, you really are.
"Well damn!" he exclaimed.
Clary laughed. "You don't have to be such an ass all the time, you know. You could try being nice once in a while."
Jace pretended to be horrified at the thought. "Me? NICE? Yeah, right!"
Clary grinned, elbowing him in the ribs.
Without really realizing it, she found herself starting to actually like Jace.
So, how was it? I love Jace sooooo much XD Do you guys think I captured his personality well? If not, help me improve! Constructive criticism is very welcome in this story :) I just want to know what's on your minds when you read this! So please, review!
I won't be able to update in a while, because the next chapter is on my other computer, which is currently in possession of my father :l
Oh, and if anyone reads Kissed By An Angel, check out my oneshot, please! It's LaceyxTristan :) it's called Angels Cry.
