Chapter Two:
At the delightfully early time 6:30 am the next morning I was woken by the shrill beeping of my stupid alarm clock. If you know me then you'll know that I am definitely not a morning person. I rolled out of bed stomping over to my bathroom, splashing some cool water on my face to help wake me up in time to deal with what was sure to be a hellish day to come. After splashing the water on my face, I realised that I still had time to have a shower before heading off the airport with my brother. I walked over to my closet and grabbed a pair of denim high shorts and a crop top with the word ' BOSS' written on it. I loved that shirt. I paired that with my high top black converses and white socks. After grabbing these items I went back to the bathroom and took a hot shower letting the steam surround me.
I just got down stairs at 7:15 after showering and adding minimal makeup – just a bit of concealer to cover up the circles under my eyes, a small line of eyeliner and some mascara. As I was applying the final touches, a familiar smell drifted into the bathroom from the kitchen. Chocolate chip pancakes!
I turned on my heel and ran straight to the kitchen. Without bothering to say hello to the mother, I immediately scooped up a full plate of pancakes, digging in instantly – they are my favourite. About five minutes later when I had finished I finally look up and thanked my mum while getting myself a glass of milk. She just laughed and started lecturing me about being 'safe' and 'careful' and…Well, I kind of tuned out after 'careful', but you get the idea.
At about 8:00 my brother finally decided to leave his bedroom and make an appearance in the outside world. His excuse for coming down so late was that he was still packing- last minute, of course. We had to get to the airport at 9:00 and it was a fifty minute drive so he needed to hurry. At exactly 8:09 our bags were in the boot and we all settled and ready to go.
Finally, the plane was ready to start letting us all aboard. I hurried on as fast as I could, leaving the others behind. I didn't even bother to check my ticket with anyone else to see who got what seat and all that. All I new was that I just had to get away from Jace and his big ego. I just prayed I got there in time to land a seat next to Simon or Izzy and as far away from Jace as possible.
Turns out no one wanted to answer my prayers. The person who eventually slid into the seat next to me, effectively trapping me next to the window, was none other than Jace Wayland himself. As soon as he saw me his smile grew wider and I saw his eyes gleam with mischief. I frowned in return.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Well," he chuckled, his voice infuriatingly smug, "your brother and all of the others had to take the next flight. There were only two seats left on this plane, and, so…It's just us."
" WHAT? But why are you here? Couldn't Jon - or anyone else, really - have come?" My sharp tone made my annoyance very clear.
" You wound me!" He said, with his hand over his heart and a fake look of hurt spread across his face. "And I offered to accompany you because Jon really wanted to talk to Jessamine more and possibly ask her out."
" Well, aren't you a great friend?" I said sarcastically, still really annoyed.
" I like to think so and by the way-.."
Jace was cut off by the pilot, who cordially asked us to 'sit back and relax' because the flight was going to last 12 hours, possibly more.
Boy, was this going to be a blast.
About an hour into the flight, something crazy and horribly unsettling happened. I realised I didn't mind sitting next to Jace. I know, it's crazy, but for once he wasn't being an ass. Entirely, anyway. Of course I still didn't trust him completely- I was waiting for some condescending remark. We eventually decided to play Twenty Questions, just because we were really bored.
"What is your greatest fear?" I asked Jace, curiously.
"…Promise you won't laugh at me?" he finally responded, quiet and serious.
"I'll try not to," I answered, wondering what earth could scare the big egotistical Jace Wayland.
"Okay, fine…"
I looked at him expectantly.
"It's ducks. I'm scared of ducks," he said, quickly. "They are terrifying little beasts. As soon as they quack, it's like hell is unleashed!" he exclaimed.
I tried to cover up my laughter with a cough, but I failed miserably. Jace turned his head to glare at me, then got up and went to the bathroom, radiating fury. If looks could kill I would be dead. But I couldn't help but continue to snicker as he disappeared around the corner.
HEY! I hoped you liked the chapter! I was wondering if you wanted me to write about what's happening with the others coming on the second flight?
There was a sneak peek after this chapter but I decided that I couldn't bring that into this story at this point. Either it will come in later or not at all. I just need to start to focus on CLACE :D
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare.