Having so many art classes was the best thing that I could possibly imagine. I was running my hand over my new sketch. There was this angel, with his back turned at me, his wings wide opened. His feathers were falling, his hand was aging while his face, which was seen in the profile, was just as youthful as it can be. His long blond hair was brushing his neck where a rune I invented in my head was drawn. It was sad to see the pain he was suffering, but this is what happens when peoples sin are heard from above…angels are punished. Just like my brother was…Jonathan. He died two years ago, driving a friend home. He wasn't racing or anything but the other two cars in front of him were. Than there was the impact, the crush, the blood, the pain and death. I broke the pan I had in my hand.
- Wow, what did that pan to do you?
I already knew who it belonged to. I could recognize that annoying voice everywhere. And it always came in the most inappropriate moments. Like this one, when I was mourning the brother I lost too soon. My only fragile moment. I took the sketch and put it in my backpack, planning on finishing it at home.
- Can't you at least say something back?
- I don't say anything because I have nothing to say, I answered bluntly.
- -C'mon, what did I ever do to you to make you so angry with me?
I put my backpack on and looked him straight into his eyes. There was nothing for me to see. I felt no guilt for treating him like this.
- Put it on the natural repulsion I have for blondes. You look just like one of them, I said while pointing to a group of giggling girls. But I'm sure they'd literally die if you talked to them.
I tried to leave but he slammed the door closed and pinned me to the wall. He said nothing, for a record, just stared into my eyes. I looked back at him, bored, waiting for him to finish. I was used to this kind of behavior coming from him. It was some kind of Twilight movie, him trying to be a dazzling Edward, trying to bewitch me with a glance and fast moves. But he was no vampire and I wasn't a fan of the fangs anyway.
-Are you done yet with the staring? If you haven't forgotten, I still have to attend your party tonight so if you could move out of my way it would be just great.
Of course that he didn't move at my request, he only got closer. His face was literally was inches from mine. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. He suddenly flinched away from me, clearly frustrated:
-How the hell it is not working on you? It works on everybody! What is wrong with you? Even your geeky friend likes me!
-Well, as much as I like hearing you questioning my friends sexuality, I have to go. See ya, blondie.
I left in hurry, knowing that Izzy was going to be mad for waiting for me so much. I was going straight to her place. She wanted me to pose as her Barbie doll again and I really didn't mind. She was in incredible stylist. Ii always looked great after she was done with me. Of course, once the clothes were changed, I shifted into something else, new, fresh, fun. Clothes really change people. I preferred the tamed Clary most of the time, but a huge party had no place for her. I already started to feel pumped, pushing the memory of Jace in the back of my mind. Izzy honked me, startling me for good. She gave the ,,Jace again,, look. I nodded and jumped in her convertible car. I blasted the music, ready to have fun.
After Izzy was done with me, I felt fabulous. I was wearing a pair of denim highwaisted short jeans with a black crop top and a denim jacket, with net stockings and black boots. My hair was made with wild curles while my make up was perfectly neat, showing off my best features: my green eyes. On the other hand, Izzy was wearing a tight navy blue dress with highheeld boots. She looked amazing, I could have never pull off that look. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing the biggest earring I've ever seen. She hurried me to the door. Oh, yeah, in her point of view, 8 o clock for a party was already one hour late, although all the parties are lame at the beginning. She assured me that Jace's partes wre never lame, not even a minute but I still rolled my eyes when I saw het trembling on the stairs.
-You are gonna break something if you won't pay attention to where you are stepping.
-Nah, I used to high heels. It is my natural form.
-You may be right somehow. Still, it won't kill you if you wore something comfortable at least once in your life.
She gave me a death look and I laughed. I knew she loved being uncomfortable.
-Why can't I bring Simon at this party?
-Because this is an invitation based party, and he does not have one! She explained me for the 10th time.
-But I don't have an invitation.
-Of course you have one! Somewhere thrown away in a trashcan… And even if you didn't have one, Jace is dying to have you at his parties. It wouldn't be a problem.
-Im still wondering why he wants me to come so badly. I mean, I am not popular or anything.
-Are you kidding me? Everybody likes you, you are invited to all of the parties and wanted in every social group but of course I am too selfish to share you so you are staying with only me… and Simon but that doesn't count cause he is a boy.
-if I am so much liked, why no other boy than Jace approaches me?
-Probably because you don't show any interest in any of them? And alose, jace would kill them.
-What do you mean?
-He is not used to not being liked back. Maybe if you at least tried to show him a little sympathy he would back down a bit. But you act around him like you have a stick up in your ass.
-Well, I am sorry for not liking a douchebag.
-Haha, yeah. Anyway, we are here.