"Clary it's could have not could of."
"Jace shut the fu-
"Ah ah ah ah ah Fray that kind of language will require you to write an essay on the concept of grammar."
"What the hell does that even mean."
"Keep using words like that and you'll find out, sugarplum."
Jace and I were in the living room working on this stupid homework assignment Madame Dorothea gave out 20 seconds before the bell rang. That old hag. I honestly don't know how the Pride and Prejudice mixes up with an essay on the importance of hard work, but then again I haven't read the book yet, so who knows.
Jace has been consistently bugging the life out of me, with his stupid grammar and restless assaults on my writing. I mean I've always sucked with words, but he's making me realize how terrible I am with language.
"Alright, Jace you were just supposed to make sure I actually read the book, so you're free to leave now." I state.
"Oh thanks for reminding me Red, once we finish the assignment we can start on the actual reading."
"No, I can do both myself, I'm a big girl now Rapunzel."
"Big? You mean more like umpa lumpa size."
"Shut up."
"Make me.
"What would I have to do to make you?" I ask, rudeness dropping and instead turning to annoyed tiredness from this homework and the inability to understand.
"Oh many thing Red" Jace says this a suggesting voice. "But since your more of the feisty type I'm betting you'd like to-"
"Ew, ew, ew, ew. Shut up Jace your so nasty." I say
"Oh I know." He replies with a wink.
Turning back to my homework I declare I shall ignore him, unless I need help on the assignment than I'll see what he can offer, but as for now, I'll just pretend like I know what I'm doing. After about 5 minutes of more boringness I turn to him.
"Jace."
"Yes Clary."
"It's just I'm really hungry and I want to eat something tasty, can we get some food?" I ask.
"Um, yeah sure Takis sound good?" He questions looking quite skeptical.
"Yeah that sounds fine, you wanna go get Jonathan and I'll go get some socks and shoes on?"
"Yeah, we'll meet you at the front in twenty."
Once the boys and I make it to Takis, we go to our usual booth and take our usual seats. Jace and Jonathan on one side and me on the other. The waitress appears next to our table while the boys and I are arguing about whether you should brush your teeth and then eat breakfast, or vice verse.
"Hello, what can I get you guys today?" The waitress asks.
She's a pretty blonde girl with electric blue eyes and pearly white teeth. She stands at about 5 foot 9 inches and 130 pounds, she's model worthy and this fact doesn't lose itself on Jace either. He gives her his signature smirk paired with a charming wink and says he'd like the coconut pancakes please.
The waitress gives him a sultry smile and turns to Jonathan who askes for a cheeseburger with extra fries.
Once the girl looks to me, her smile goes down a few brightness shades, but she keeps a polite attitude for me.
"What can I get you?" She asks.
"Can I have the coconut pancakes, with a side of coffee?" I ask with the same politeness she offered me.
"Yes, you can, anything for this young mans girlfriend." She replies, eyes tilting to Jaces.
"Oh Kailey." Jace says after a brief glance to the waitresses name tag. "Clary and I aren't together, she's actually my little sister."
And here we go again with this speech. Every time a girl gets Jace and I confused for a couple, he uses the excuse of us actually being siblings. It keeps the girl from always getting suspicious of why I'm always around, and this way the females cannot say we harbor secret feelings for each other. There had been way too many problems before Jace came up with this plan.
"Oh, well that's nice to know." Kailey replies with a wink.
Once she's gone, Jonathan looks at the two of us.
"So what's, gonna happen when a girl finds out I'm Clarys older brother?" Jonathan asks.
"Then I guess Clary has two older brothers."
"That just happen to be the same age?"
"Yeah, we're twins."
"Fraternal?"
"Well obviously."
"So who-"
"Oh my gosh, can we stop with all the planned lying please, it's honestly kind of ridiculous?!" I say with interrupting the two going back and forth.
"Oh whatever Clary, you're going to regret that, when you have to use one of our planned lies." Jonathan says.
"Why would I need to do that?"
Fortunately, Kailey comes back with our food and we all dig in.
"Jce, pashumesrup."
"What Clary?"
I finish the bite in my mouth.
"Pass me the syrup." I say.
Twenty minutes later, we're all good and full waiting for the bill to come. It was nice and peaceful until Jace and Jonathan start running their mouths.
"I'm just saying Jonathan." Jace begins again. "I'm legit, probably the closet person to a Superhero in this world."
"What, no way." Jonathan says. "You've never done anything remotely heroish.
"Well no, but that's not the point. I mean like if I wanted to I could be a superhero." Jace says.
"Nah, man. I'm more of the superhero." Jonathan argues.
"No, think about it John, really think about it. Most heros are good looking, which I qualify to. They have really good athletic abilities, I play football, soccer, and baseball. And their really smart, which I definitely am. Oh and as a bonus, superheros are all very witty and have awesome catchphrases and comebacks that no one else can beat. And I'm like the KING of wits. Oh, and since it's basically impossible for me to be outsmarted, I'm nearly a superhero. All I need is a suit." Jace concludes.
"Wait." I say before Jonathan can start putting holes in Jaces ideas.
"No one can outsmart you?" I ask.
"No, definitely not."
"No one, no one at all?" I ask
"No, no one can outsmart me Clary. Jace responds confidently.
"I've outsmarted you Jace."
"No you haven't."
"Oh, but I have. I still haven't finished the English homework or the reading and I'm out and about having fun. I tricked you into getting out of the house, and here we are." I conclude with a smirk.
Before Jace can respond Kailey comes back with the bill, whispers something into Jace's ear, and walks away.
"Oh my god man. You better call her back. That's even new for me." John says excitedly in shock while the two of them exchange the 'one of us is gonna get laid' handshake. Sure enough when Jace opens the bill Kailey's number is sticking out considering it's written in neon blue ink. I mean obviously he knew you were gonna give him your number if you whispered call me in his hear, no need to make the actual number so obvious.
The drive back to the house was filled with what Jace and Jonathan though was whispered conversation, but was rather the two of them shouting silently about the different possible moves Kailey could do, considering her tall and thin frame.
When Jon pulled in front of the house, we saw that the porch lights were on, although I distinctly remember flipping the switch off when Jace and I were racing to the car, for Takis. I shook off the thought thinking it could of just been my mind making up memories, but as we neared the house, after getting out of the car, there was the distinctive sound of yelling coming from within our home.
"Jon, what do we do." I asked while in a panic.
The two boys share a look, and give each other a solid head nod.
"Clary, go wait in the car and call 911 if we're not out in 5 minutes okay?" Jace whispers.
"Shut up Jace, no."
"Clary, just do as he said, and wait in the car."
"No." I whisper yell.
The three of us begin the ascent up the three small stairs to the house, and when we get closer to the door, the yelling becomes more pronounced. It sounds distantly familiar, but I don't know what it could be.
The boys and I share one more quick look, before Jace quietly opens the unlocked door, and we all walk into the house. Jonathan goes in first, followed by myself and Jace at the rear. The house is in complete darkness, but all of three of us have been here for so long, we could run circle in this place, with our eyes shut.
We go through the the first living room, and as make our way into the kitchen Jace and Jonathan both grab knives, while I opt for a frying pan and a tin of pepper. We edge toward the dining room where the screaming is coming from and when John throws the door open my first thought is, 'It's worst than I thought'. There on the dining room table lies my mother with her eyes tightly shut and screaming in total agony, not even noticing us at all, and someone is on top of her, pulling her hair.
Before I cam even think, I run up to the person and swing the frying pan as hard as I can and the man, I now realize, falls to the floor knocked out. I open the can of pepper screaming as loud as I can and pour the spice all over the mans helpless face.
In the background I hear one of the boys yelling a 'Clary stop' but I'm blinded with rage. One quick look at my mother and I see her jeans are slipped down and with that I keep pouring the spice on the mans eyes, as he's screaming and I go to land a punch to his face when the lights turn on.
There on the floor lies my father Valentine Morgenstern with his hands on his face, covering his eyes, screaming in pain. With his zipper down.
Oh my gosh, they were doing it. This is way worst than I thought. I turn my head to the left and hurl my entre dinner, on the unsuspecting face of Jonathan.
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