A/N: Hey fellow Clace fans ((: I'll update as much as I can, since I have lots of free time on my hands. I'm watching Cinderella as I'm typing this. Read on, Review, and follow/favourite this story! If you hv any suggestions about how the story should go on ((: love you Xx
Cold wind blew at Clary's face. Autumn was her favourite season, as the scenery was nicest to sketch. Clary strolled over to Taki's, sketchbook in hand.
"Hey, Clary darling, take a seat. Your mother's shift is almost over." Luke beamed. Luke Garroway was the owner of Taki's and seemed like a nice guy. Clary smiled and took the seat next to the window.
"Hi baby, just a while, I'm almost done here!" Clary's mother, Jocelyn chirped.
At that moment, the bell rang and someone entered Taki's. Clary turned, and saw Jace with Aline.
Please don't see me.
"Oh, Clary. Fancy that."
Seriously?
Clary eyed Jace warily. "Yeah, Jace. Fancy that."
"Um, Jace there are empty tables there…" Aline frowned and mumbled just loud enough for both Clary and Jace to hear.
"No, I'm sure Clary wouldn't mind if we sat here. Do you mind, Clary?" Jace asked.
"Oh, I don't think that'd be very con -," Clary started, but Jace sat down before she could finish her sentence. Aline rolled her eyes and sat down reluctantly.
"So, Clary, what are you doing here?" Jace looked at Clary.
"My mom's doing her shift, but she's almost done, so…" Clary answered.
"Darling, my shift is over. Oh, I see you brought…" Jocelyn trailed off as her eyes landed on Jace.
It couldn't be him.
Calm down, Jocelyn told herself.
What was he doing here?
"Mom?" Clary looked at Jocelyn worriedly.
"Friends! You brought friends." She added hastily, raising an eyebrow at Jace.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Fray, I'm Jace Wayland," Jocelyn felt her heart sink, "…and this is Aline. We're Clary's friends - "
"We are?" Aline interrupted. But the words washed away around her. Jocelyn felt herself breathe faster. Jace Wayland. He's here.
"Okay! Clary, we must really get going or it'd be hard to get a table at the Chinese restaurant. You love mushu pork, don't you?" Jocelyn grabbed Clary by the arm, pulling her out of Taki's.
o.O.o
"Wow, the food was so good," Clary exclaimed, a smile wide on her face. "I think I'll go for a walk later."
"Sure, honey," Jocelyn agreed.
o.O.o
The rain made tiny drum rhythms on her window. Jocelyn sighed, taking off her earrings. How did he know Clary? When did this start? Does he remember her? Jocelyn's eyes widened as the memories flooded her mind.
Heavy rain pattered on her window. The girl, 15 years old then, sobbed uncontrollably.
"Mom, I love him. He feels the same as well! Why can't you just allow us to be together? What are you afraid of?" the girl exclaimed.
"No, darling! What do you know at this age? Nothing!" The woman shouted. The girl froze, her eyes wide as saucers. Her eyes were glassy and red. The woman let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Sniffing, the girl ran out of the room and downstairs.
The woman's knees buckled under her and she kneeled on the floor, thinking over what she had told the girl. It was for the best, wasn't it? She was just trying to protect the girl from getting hurt.
Then the bang came and the sound of screeching tyres filled the air.
Only one word came to the woman's mind.
No.
The woman rose to her feet abruptly and rushed to the window, seeing the chaos below. She rushed out of her apartment to the road. The girl lay by the lamppost, unconscious. The golden-haired boy lay sprawled in the middle of the road, a red liquid oozing onto the floor. The woman realized it was blood. Then her gaze returned to the girl. The woman clamped her hand over her mouth, a scream escaping from it. She ran over to the girl's side, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Help! Somebody, please help…"
Jocelyn shook herself out of her daze. She would have to hope that they would not recognize each other. She would not let history repeat itself. Never.
o.O.o
Jace lay on his bed, mixed emotions filling him. He'd been having the same dream lately. Pale skin, auburn hair, those striking luminous green eyes, tinkling laughter. He would always try to catch a glimpse of the girl's face, but the dream ended as fast as it came. He looked out of the window, the rain falling outside. Grabbing his phone and keys, he went out to clear his mind.
o.O.o
Clary emerged out of Barnes and Noble, looking up into the sky. Rain was falling like teardrops, and it was getting heavier by the second. She put on her hoodie, braving the rain. As she was passing the art store, she slowed down to glance inside. A man was painting a picture of the Statue of Liberty from a screen onto a canvas. She stood there, watching in awe.
"Clary?"
She turned around, surprised to see Jace.
"Hey Jace. What are you doing here?" Clary asked.
"I was taking a walk. The world is small, isn't it?" he replied. "So, you like art?"
Clary looked shocked. "Of course! It's what I do when I have time. I want to be able to paint like that man there and earn a living." She gestured to the painter in the store.
"I see."
Clary then realized how close she was to Jace. She leaned back onto the glass display, observing his features. His face was angular, and his eyelashes were long and this made him…beautiful.
Oh god, Clary. Are you seriously checking Jace out? Clary thought to herself. But he was beautiful, that she had to admit.
"Well, I guess I'll see you then." Jace sighed, backing away slowly, his eyes not leaving Clary.
At that moment, a passing girl hit Jace with her backpack, causing him to lose his balance a fraction. He put his hand out onto the glass display to steady himself. Suddenly, he was just a few centimeters away from Clary's face. He heard a gasp leave Clary.
"Jace…" Clary breathed, as he inched towards her
And just like that, his lips were pressed against hers. Clary felt herself kissing him back. She felt his arms - strong and steady - wrap around her and she pulled him closer. It was as if she was melting in him. They parted for air, laughing. She looks like an angel, he thought.
o.O.o
Jace put his things into his drawer. The memory of Clary kissing him kept surfacing in his mind. A smile crept onto his face as he touched his lips. She tasted like strawberries. Sweet strawberries. He lay his head down on the pillow, and sleep took him away swiftly.
The dream came again, creeping into his mind.
"You can't catch me!" The girl laughed. Her auburn hair shined in the sunlight, and her laughter was like bells on Christmas night. Wind caressed Jace's face as he chased after the girl. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, causing her to shriek. They both collapsed in laughter.
"You got me," she giggled sweetly.
Then she turned.
A/N: heyyy How was it? BTW thanks for all the follows and favourites! And thanks to the 4 reviewers! C'mon guys, give me some reviews so I can improve and bring out the best clace! Love you! Xxx