Since I already have the chapters written out, I wanted to update them when I get the chance. Here you have it;chapter 2. Enjoy! Leave a review if you can, would really appreciate it!
Chapter 2
I woke up with a start as Of the Night by Bastille played as my alarm. Reaching over I grab my phone and unplug it from its charger.
Groaning and still half asleep, I get up and trudge towards the bathroom. I look up at myself in the mirror and sigh. My red hair is in knots and I have bags the size of Central Park under my eyes. I take my brush and comb out my tangles, and tie it up in a lose pony tail with a few strands hanging on the sides of my face; hopefully it'll distract people from my bags. I take a deep breath and walk out of the washroom and back into my room. Opening the closet I take out my regular outfit; washed out jeans, and a t-shirt.
By the time I get to the art studio it's already 11am. I sigh and sit down behind my painting stand with a paint brush and a blank canvas staring at me. My hands reach down and I dip my brush into paint, and it's like they've found a mind of their own. My hands gently touch the canvas bringing the plain material to life.
I look down at my watch and gasp; 2pm. I take a moment to analyze what I've painted today and I'm astonished. Staring back at me is something breath taking; like an angel. But this angel isn't like any normal angel, it wasn't standing with triumph and glory, it was mysterious, almost modest in a way. It was looking into the distance and had wings sprouting from his shoulder blades, one was extended showing its pure beauty, but one was curved, as if to protect the man from danger-.
"wow" came a voice from behind me and I jump dropping my paintbrush onto my white converse; well they weren't white anymore.
I turn around to see the angel in my painting stand in front of me with raised eyebrows and a mischievous look on his face. He was holding a to-go cup.
"How long have you been here?" Was all I could manage to say, he stared behind me at the painting and I slowly realized he was making the connection of who the angel was. My eyes go wide and I step slightly to my left to block the view of my art.
"When you were working on the curved wing, you seemed so focused I didn't want to-" he gestures his hand at my work "-all of this, so I let you finished before I spoke...and made you drop paint on your shoes..sorry."
Looking down at my shoes I was pretty upset about getting black paint on my white shoes but I didn't want to make Jace feel guilty about them.
"What these, nah don't worry about them, I've had them for a while now. No biggie."..I got them last month.
I sigh to myself and take the canvas off the stand, and walk it towards the back room to let it dry.
When I return I find Jace looking at one of my paintings on display, I walk up to him and realize it's the one of my mother and Luke on the day of their wedding. She had her hand in his and they were staring into each other's eyes while walking out of the church, moments after saying their vows.
"Are they your parents?" Jace asked.
"Yeah my mother and dad, well step dad but he was the only fatherly figure in my life so he's just like my real father." I say and smile at him.
"Well I can tell you this, you have an amazing talent Clary Fray...-" He says and then pauses and glances down at the cup, " -well no point in drinking this now it's cold." He frowns and tosses the cup into the trash.
"Now what would you do, if I was craving cold coffee, you know an invention called iced coffee, we have ice in the back." I say and raise an eyebrow as if challenging him.
"What would you do, If I said that coffee was for me and not you." He takes a small step towards me, crosses his arms, and raises his eyebrow challenging me back.
"Well this backfired.." I mumble to myself.
"I heard that, like I said Clary Fray, I've got my eyes on you." He takes another step closer and I'm getting a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, maybe it's something I ate..
Just then my stomach lets out a huge grumble that sounded more like a whale call. My eyes go wide and I cover my stomach with my hand and look up at Jace, who's laughing at me.
"You didn't have lunch yet did you?" Jace asks me as he shakes his head at me still chuckling.
"As you've seen I was busy working on..that"
"Yeah about that..-"
"-I wouldn't mind grabbing a quick cup of coffee if you'd like!" I quickly interrupt him before he can finish his thought on the piece.
He narrows his eyes just a bit, but gives up on continuing his interrogation on the painting.
Quickly walking back to my desk I grab my coat, keys and change into my boots.
After l lock up the store, Jace and I head down to the coffee house.
Not until now, did I wonder.. how did he find my studio?! There are literally 10 or more others within the area..My curiosity gets the better of me and I'm asking before I can even stop myself.
"How did you find me?" I glance sideways at him. He turns sideways and smiles at me.
"Simple, I'm secretly a personal stalker, and someone has hired me to stalk you." He shrugs his shoulders and keeps walking.
"Haha, so funny." I reply sarcastically.
"Fine I'm not a stalker, but I'm not telling you how I found your studio. You'll just have to live with curiosity that burns deep in that brain of yours." He points at my head and lightly pushes it with his index finger.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Fine, have it your way then."
"You look nice today, Clary." Jace say. I don't know if he's trying to make me feel better or if he actually meant it, but I feel myself blush, and the strange feeling starts to form in my stomach again; the whale noises don't follow this time. No one has really complimented me before; other than my mother, but I feel like its part of her job description as my mother to do so.
"Thanks Jace."
Jace stops walking and glances over at me, and I don't realize why until the familiar smell of coffee beans being grounded enters the air.
