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Light shone from every angle as it danced off the crystal bowl that sat on my drawers. Stretching, I smiled as a pair of strong arms tightened their grip on my waist. Glancing down, I was faced with a head of golden locked that slept silently on my chest; Jace.
"Don't move," Jace mumbled, snuggling his face into my hair, "So comfy."
"And what makes you think I am?" I stated, giving a little giggle.
Lifting his head lazily, he questioned me, lifting an eyebrow as he did. "Aren't you comfy?"
A smile made its way onto my face as I noted how gorgeous Jace looked when he had just woken up. "No, I'm perfectly fine," I giggled once again.
"Then I see no problem," he yawned, snuggling his face back into my hair once again. Smiling I played with his locks as I listened to his soft breathing.
"You do realise if Maryse came in here and saw you in my bed, she won't be happy. You know the rules," I whispered, laughing slightly at the groan that rumbled through Jaces' bare chest.
"She only made that stupid rule because she doesn't want us to do the 'deed,'" he mumbled, lifting his head from my neck with smirk plastered across his lips. "If she comes in, I'll just lift the blankets and show her that I still have pants on."
"Doesn't mean they haven't been taken off and been put back on during the night," I said, blushing slightly.
His smirk grew. "Should we do that now?" he questioned sarcastically, reaching down into the blankets and reached for his pj pants.
"No," I quickly said, blushing more deeply at my outburst. I started mumbling, "I-I'm not ready for…that."
Resting on his elbow, he reached his other hand up and rested it against my cheek. "I know, and I'd never rush you. To be honest, I'm not even ready for it," he admitted.
"You haven't-"
"Nope, never," he butted in. "I've never found anyone I've wanted to give it away to."
"Never found anyone?" I questioned. Even though I wasn't ready, it's still nice to know the guy you love wants you…
"Until you," he corrected with a smile. "But like I said, I'm not rushing you."
I smiled at him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Smiling down at me, he laid down fully, pulling me into his side- Knock, knock; knock. "Jace, you're in shit with mom! You know what she said," Izzy laughed from the other side of the door.
"Urgh, I'm up!" Jace growled jumping up but not before placing a tender kiss on my forehead. "See you soon, beautiful," he winked at me as he walked out the door to a smirking Izzy.
"Troouble!" Izzy stretched out, laughing at Jace as he flipped her off.
Laughing still, Izzy trotted over to me and sat down beside me. "So how was it?" She asked, grinning as she examining her nails.
"Do you take pleasure in talking about your brother's sex life?" I asked sitting up, feeling my shoulder brush against hers.
Laughing, she shook her head. "Differently not, but you're my friend and I'm interested in your sex life," she said, confidently.
"Well too bad, because I'm yet to do the deed," I said, using the word that Jace had used earlier on.
"Shit, really?" she questioned me. "You haven't done it?"
Before I could answer, a soft voice spoke up. "Done what?" Glancing at the doorway, there stood the youngest Lightwood, Max. Max was small for his age, he was supposedly nine but his frame said younger. Like Jace, he loved his books and it wasn't often we saw him without a book in his hands.
"What did I say about eavesdropping, Max?" Izzy asked.
"Not to," he said, lowering his head.
"That's right. Now what do you want?" Izzy asked, softly.
"Mom told me to tell you breakfast's is ready," he stated, glaring up from behind his glasses.
"What," Izzy asked, a slight pinch of anger sounding in her voice. "I said I was going to make breakfast!"
A small smile played against Max's lips. "Jace said he didn't want any of your crap for breakfast so mom pulled the cereal out," he gleamed.
"Max!" Izzy protested, "Did you just say a naughty word?"
"No…" he said, warily.
"Max… I'm telling Mom!" Izzy teased him.
"Jace said it!" He yelled before running off.
Laughing, Izzy glanced at me. "Come on, let's get something to eat."
Once downstairs, my ears were filled with laughter and chatter, causing my chest to flutter with warmth. I can't remember the last time I had walked into such warmth and comfort. Walking into the kitchen, I smiled at the scene in front of me. Izzy was arguing with Jace over what seemed to be her cooking yet again, Max seemed to agree with everything Jace threw back at Izzy and while all of this was happening, Maryse just sat back laughing at her children.
Walking over, I placed myself directly in front of Jace at the table and sat down, reaching for some toast. Smiling over at him as he winked at me, I noticed how Max's eyes were glued upon Jace, admiring his older brother.
"My cooking is not bad!" Izzy seemed to carry on with her outburst. "You just don't know what great food is!"
"It's seems to me that you don't either," Jace smirked at her, taking a bite of his toast.
"You're impossible!" Izzy growled, before turning to Max. "My cooking isn't bad, is it?"
I watched a grin like smirk appeared against Max's lips as I had seen so many times appear on Jace's. "Your cooking tastes like crap!" he grinned.
"Max!" Both Izzy and Maryse yelled, disapproving of his chosen words while Jace burst out laughing.
"Even he knows it!" Jace said through his laughter. "Nice, Max."
Glaring at Jace with bright eyes, Max covered his mouth with his hands to hide his giggle. "Max your room, now!" Maryse said firmly.
"Oh come on Mom," Jace said, defending Max. "He was only trying to be funny."
"No, Jace. I won't accept that language in my house!" she stated, walking around to Max to usher him out of the room.
"But, mommy," Max said looking up to her with his big blue eyes. "This is so uncalled for. You let the other's say bad words, it's not fair."
"Gosh, you get more like Jace every day. Now move along," Maryse grumbled as she took Max's hand and led him out of the room.
Once they were out of hearing range, Jace burst out with laughter. "You shouldn't laugh, Jace," Izzy commented, spreading jam on her toast. "He's getting into trouble trying to act like you."
"Hey," Jace said in defence mode with a smirk appearing. "It's not my fault he'd rather look up to me than you."
"Whatever, you basket," Izzy yelled.
"Did you just call me a basket?" Jace laughed.
"Yes I did, it's more appropriate than using the word 'bastard," Izzy huffed rolling her eyes before walking straight out of the room without waiting for Jace's response.
Glancing at Jace, I noticed how he stared at me with a small, innocent smile. "You're a tease, you know that right?" I laughed.
"Maybe," he smirked, before finishing off his toast. "So what are we doing today my oh so beautiful one."
Chuckling, I shook my head slightly at him. "Well… I was hoping to talk to Maryse about something…" I mumbled slightly.
"What about?" He questioned.
"I want to go back to school," I said softly, knowing that Jace would explode at the idea.
"Are you kidding me?" Jace asked, raising his voice slightly. 'I was right,' I thought to myself.' "Are you seriously trying to be funny?"
"No, I'm being serious. I want to go back to school, I want everything back to normal," I tried explained.
"Valentine is still out there, Clary," Jace said angrily.
"You say that like I don't realise that," I yelled standing up from the table, getting impatient. "I have to live with knowing that every day and I'm sick of it."
"He's out to kill you!" he yelled back, standing up as well.
"That doesn't mean-"I was suddenly cut off by Maryse rushing into the room, hands on hips. "What's going on here?" She asked glaring between us.
"Clary wants to go back to school!" Jace yelled, obviously furious at the idea.
Maryse seemed to think for a moment before glancing at Jace. "You out. I want to talk to Clary in private," she ordered.
"No, I have the right to be here as much as you do," he fired back.
"Jace please, stop with the attitude and get out," Maryse said raising a hand to her forehead. "Oh and we'll talk about last night's sleeping arrangements later."
Rolling his eyes, he started walking out but not without a final word. "This is a stupid idea Clary and you know it."
Alec Pov
I glanced around the dimly lit corridor that led to several rooms and heard only the sound of murmurs from below. Walking fast, I headed towards what I hoped was an empty library. Opening the door to the library, I took a deep breathe, thankful there was no one here. I needed the privacy. For the past few days I have been getting messages from the same person who's yet to tell me what they want from me. I thought about sharing this problem with Jace but for weeks now his only focus is Clary and I don't really mind that because she's a sweet girl. After I while, I was thankful I didn't tell him because after the last few texts I had been receiving I knew keeping Jace out of it was for the best.
I knew keeping secrets from my family was dangerous and secretive but something's they wouldn't understand. This secret isn't just the ordinary secret, it was huger than that. So huge, I was yet to discover the consequences of it.
Beep. I glanced down at my phone that I clutched tightly onto. Holding my breath, I took a look at the message I received.
I know your secret, stop denying it already.
I started fiercely texting back a reply. I knew he had figured out my secret, and I didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing that he did.
And why do my secrets concern you? ~A
Moments later, my phone beeped. Because I for one, share the same secret ;)
How do you know the secret you know about me is true? ~A
Beep. Take's one to know one.
'Urgh,' I said out loud. What do you want ~A
To talk. Takis in ten?
Fine, see you there ~ A
Beep. ;)
Clary's pov
I watched Maryse silently pull the chair out that was beside mine, and sat down indicating for me to do the same. Nodding, I slowly lowered myself onto the chair. I don't know what it was but whenever I was around Maryse, I felt nervous…the exact nerves I use to feel with mom when I was trying to not disappoint her. There was something about Maryse that makes you feel fearless and stronger whenever you're at your weakest. Being around her made me miss my mom.
"So school huh?" she asked me with a small smile as she wiped some crumbs off the table into her hands before brushing them onto an empty plate.
"Yes, I know it's a bad idea and all because Valentine is still out there but I can't keep living like this…living with this fear," I explained, frowning at the thought of living my life by fear.
Nodding, she took my hand in hers. "Sweetie, going back to school would mean so much more stress on top of what stress you already have. The kids will know about Valentine," she said softly.
Glancing up to the ceiling, I nodded. "I know, but I can't let that stop me from going back," I said.
"Why is it so important to go back to school?" she asked, a frown appearing slightly.
Considering her question for a moment, I locked my eyes with hers. "Because I just want to be normal and not have this fear hang over me any longer. I want to go out to parties, get grounded for sneaking out to them…I want to actually be able to go out on a date with my boyfriend," I explained, blushing slightly at the last part, "I just want to be a normal teenager for once."
Smiling, she squeezed my hand. "This so called 'fear' will soon vanish and you'll have the normal life you deserve," she promised me before adding, "I don't like it any more than Jace does, but unlike him I can reason with idea."
"So I can go?" I asked hopeful.
"On one condition…" she started.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Jace goes with you."
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