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Clary stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her wet body. She looked in the mirror and winced. She hadn't always hated her reflection as much as she did now. She used to be okay with her face, thought she was pretty, even. But after the incident...
She winced at the memory. She quickly combed her hair in the way she always did; with most of her hair covering that part of her face. Not even her father could see it. She could barely stand her own face. It might have seemed ridiculous, but believe it or not, there was a reason that Clary hadn't let anyone see half her face in two years.
She put on a shirt and shorts and walked back into her room. Suddenly, her phone beeped and she jumped. She picked it up and saw an unknown number, but she immediately knew who it was. She had almost forgo- actually, she hadn't forgotten in the slightest. In fact, it was all she had been able to think about since she had left.
His golden eyes were stuck in her brain like a broken record. She picked up the umbrella from her desk and touched it gingerly, as it were a delicate flower.
"Clarissa!" her father shouted from downstairs "Come down for breakfast!"
"Coming!" she called and ran down the staircase.
Sure, she could definitely buy a house- a mansion even! But, she much preferred to share a house with her father and brother, no matter how crazy it sounded.
Her father placed a plate of bacon and eggs on her plate and handed it to her. She plopped it on the table and sat down, just seconds after, Jonathan came running down and grabbed a plate himself.
"Hey, Clare-Bear!" he greeted and planted himself next to her. "HyJanfavbd!" she said, her mouth full of food and they both laughed. Suddenly, Jonathan looked from her plate to his with his eyes wide open and a mystified expression on his face. "What?" Clary asked as anxiety creeped into her brain.
"Father," Jonathan said solemnly "Why is there two eggs on my plate and three on Clary's?" he finished and Clary let out a breath of relief.
Valentine turned around and looked at him with a look of bewilderment on his face.
"What does it matter?" he asked puzzled
"Just tell me why!" shouted Jonathan and Valentine seemed to think deeply. "Because she's a cute little girl." He finished, satisfied and winked to his daughter, who giggled.
"But that's sexist!" Shouted Jonathan, banging his fist lightly on the table and almost making Clary choke to death.
After a while of laughing and sibling squabble, Clary excused herself and went back up to her room, remembering the text. Sometimes, it was so easy to forget, so easy to not think about it. But when she didn't, she felt ashamed and regretful.
She shook her head off pain and picked up the phone. She tapped the unknown number and saw it:
Hey Clary. You know who this is.
And she did. She definitely did. It was the man- boy, really- with the golden eyes who had given her the umbrella.
(Clary Jace)
I'm assuming you want your umbrella
Oh, sweetheart, I want more than an umbrella.
For example?
Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to.
She grinned at him quoting her, surprised that he remembered.
You must want one thing that can be said without you sounding like an ass.
Excuse me, I sound like a poet.
Always?
Always.
Suuure...
Do I detect sarcasm there? (I want a date)
Congratulations, your sarcasm-detector is spot on (I want a million dollars)
Today, 5pm Central Park
Why?
We can go for food, or a theatre or a cinema, maybe romantic dinner (hint, hint)
You had me on food (Stop hinting, asshat. We just met.)
Deal? (I know it's forward, but will you marry me?)
Deal (In your dreams, pretty boy)
My sarcasm-detector is off the charts!
Clary laughed at their conversation until she realized what she had done. She had laughed, REALLLY laughed. She hadn't done that since...
Also, she had agreed to a date with a complete stranger.
Could this day get any weirder?