Author's Note

I was supposed to update it along with Arrhythmia the last time but I kind of had a block on how I should go on with this chapter so… I'm sorry if this update is late.

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Here's chapter two, I hope you like it! :)

OOC Alert:I admit that characterization is one of my biggest flaws as a fan fiction writer. So in advance, I'm telling you that my version of Jace and Clary, as well as the other characters, might be different from Cassie Clare's original ones.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story in any way. They are all products of the imagination of the wonderful Cassandra Clare. I also do not own the idea for this story. It is based on the Korean drama, Love Rain, whose writers and producers I am too lazy to search yet. On the other hand, any modifications and scenes that drive away from the original drama are owned by me. I am not in any way trying to plagiarize anyone's works.


Love Rain

Chapter 2

-CLARY-

I will kill him.

When I see him, I will definitely kill him.

"Are you alright?" I hear my best friend ask.

"Yes," I reply as I clench my fists. "I'm the definition of alright, Si."

"Really? Because I can literally see steams coming out of your ears."

I exhale. "Okay, I'm not alright. And if you don't want to be the fortunate thing to get the wrath of my annoyance, I suggest you leave me now."

"But are you sure you want to face him alone? What if something happens to you?"

"Nothing will happen to me, Simon. I'll just get my phone back, make him pay for the troubles and Ta-dah!" I make a motion with my hands. "I'll be fine, I swear. Now leave."

Simon shakes his head as he leaves me outside of the Registrar's Office. As I stand there alone, I set my eyes to searching mode, trying to see any signs of that weird guy from yesterday. No positive results so far.

Just where in the world is he? He told me he's going to leave it here but when I asked the staff for any phone, they told me they had none. And I'm waiting here, ten minutes before my first class and he is not coming, making me wait as if he's a VIP.

I can't wait any longer. I take out Simon's extra phone from my bag and dial my number. He answers on the fourth ring. "JUST WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE YOU? Give me back my phone."

The other end is silent for a while before he says, "I'm on my way to my first class, we're gonna have an exam. I'll give it later. Bye."

"But –"

He hangs up.

Curse him.

I stare at the phone and ponder on calling him again when I see the time. I need to leave now for class.

I sigh. I guess I'll just have to put off killing him for later.


"Hi!" Aline Penhallow greets me as I sit beside her. "You look grumpy today."

I blow air out of my lips. "I lost my phone yesterday. And the one who found it is giving me a hard time getting it back."

Aline let herself a short giggle. "Really? How?"

I am about to give her a summary of what happened when the teacher comes in. After he sets up his laptop and the projector, he launches to his discussion of the lives of the greatest painters in America, without even greeting us a good morning.

I set my pen to my notebook as I try to take note of the relevant things that he's discussing. Beside me, Aline is sketching on the back of her notebook, obviously not interested in the lecture. I sigh. She should not have let her parents force her into Fine Arts if she doesn't like it. She's wasting time and money.

Just a few minutes into the discussion, the teacher's phone rings. He looks irked that he's interrupted but answers it nonetheless. We watch his facial expression, trying to figure out what the phone call is about. After he put the phone down, he shuts his laptop, turns off the projector and tells us that he has an emergency meeting to attend to. In less than five minutes, he's out of the room.

"So… tell me about that person you were talking about," Aline says as she sits on my table.

It's as if the teacher never came.

I take a deep breath. "You see, it was raining yesterday, right? So I was rushing to go meet that person I've been telling you about and as I was nearing the bus station, I noticed my bag was open and my pouch was missing. So I retraced my steps and stopped by a shed where a guy was standing. I asked him if he saw a pouch and then he pulled out my pouch from his jacket's pocket. I was about to leave when out of the kindness of my heart, I asked him if maybe he wanted to share my umbrella. And do you know what he told me?"

Aline is looking amused. "Hmm… 'No thanks'?"

I nod my head. "I wish it was only that. But he told me I was too short to hold up my umbrella for him! And when I told him he should be the one to hold it, he said he has never held up an umbrella for someone. Can you imagine that?"

Aline let herself laugh. "What a jerk."

"Yeah. And he said other things, too. The worst part is when I arrived at the café for the meeting, all I saw was a man who introduced himself as the assistant. He told me they've been trying to call me and that the person I was meeting already left because he has other matters to attend to."

"You mean the author you've been telling me about? I thought you had an appointment with him. Why did he leave?"

"I told him I only needed an hour to talk to him. And well, I was almost an hour late. The rain caused heavy traffic and if I didn't waste minutes talking to that guy from the shed, I could have ridden the bus earlier."

Aline shakes her head. "You lost your pouch, he found it. And you asked him to share your umbrella in the first place."

"I did. But I need someone to blame besides myself, okay?"

Aline giggles. "And what about the phone? Don't forget to tell me about the phone."

"Well, the assistant left shortly after I arrived. I was frustrated because, I swear, I didn't hear my phone ringing. I decided to just go buy groceries so mom won't have to tomorrow. It was only at night in my bedroom that I checked my phone for the calls I never received only to discover that my phone isn't inside my pouch."

"It's with the boy," Aline guesses.

I nod. "I tried calling it but he only picked up during the seventh ring. And he was so grumpy and wouldn't agree to meet me to give my phone, saying something about beautiful people going to sleep early, whatsoever. I even volunteered to go to his house to get it myself but he wouldn't give me his address. The worst part is he hung up on me! When I went to the Registrar's Office this morning, where he told me he'd leave it, it wasn't there. I called and he answered making excuses that he has a quiz or something."

"I'll repeat," Aline says. "What a jerk."

I tuck a hair behind my ear. "Seriously, does it require a great effort to bring back someone's phone? Especially someone who shared her umbrella with him?"

"That guy deserves a beating."

"Yes."

Aline twirls the end of her dark hair. "I suddenly remember this one guy I once kind of dated."

"Kind of dated?"

She nods. "Yes. Anyway, I met him in the local library. I was skimming the books when someone accidentally put their hand over mine. The fingers were long and delicate and beautiful. And when I looked at the owner, my breath was caught because he was so good looking. Don't judge me but we ended up in one of those tables situated at the corner of the library, for those doing research."

I groan nonetheless and Aline motions me to hush. She continues her story. "Well, I can't remember how but our conversation came into this one topic and he suddenly told me that he doesn't believe in love until he met me."

I snort. "Don't tell me you believed that?"

She shrugs. "Well, he sounded genuine and there's just something with his tawny eyes that captured me."

"What happened then?"

"He kissed me."

"Yuck, Aline!"

She rolls her eyes and sighs. "I felt so blessed then. But looking back, I think I was just plain stupid. Anyway, a few days later he bailed me when he was supposed to meet my parents."

I feel my eyebrows scrunch. "Meet your parents?"

She shrugs again. "They've been bugging me about how I never introduce a boy to them and they're scared something's off with me so I grabbed the chance when it came."

"But still…"

Aline makes a crossing motion with her hands. "Hush. That was almost a year ago. I have learned from my mistake."

"Okay," I reply. "Now what are we supposed to do for the remaining one hour and fifteen minutes of this first period turned vacant?"

Aline stands up from my desk and picks up her bag from her chair. "I'm gonna go eat. Wanna come with me?"

I'm about to say yes when a thought crosses my mind. I shake my head. "I'll pass."

She raises a hand to say goodbye. "See you later."

"Yeah," I reply as I also stand up.

I sigh. The jerk better be at the Registrar's Office.


When I arrive there, I go to where I stood this morning. A few minutes later, a boy arrives and it doesn't take me too long to recognize him. For a moment, he glances at my direction but still goes straight towards the door.

I quickly move and block him in time. "Where do you think you're going?" I ask.

He looks down at me with a puzzled expression, at first, and then it disappears and his lips curl into a smile. "Why, I believe I'm going to give your phone to the Registrar's."

"You saw me."

"Yeah," he replies.

"You're avoiding me, aren't you?" I ask.

He steps away from me and leans on the wall not so far from the door. "Okay, I admit. I did see you but I didn't recognize you. The truth is I actually want to talk to you."

"Oh, right, right," I say, more kindly now. "You want to apologize right?"

His eyes widen a little. "Apologize for what?" He pauses but before I can speak, he opens his mouth again. "Don't speak, please."

I do not speak, merely because he's confusing me again. I watch him pull out my phone from his pocket and to my surprise, he swipes at the screen.

"Hey!"

He hushes me again with an annoyed wave of his hand. After more presses and swipes, he shows me the screen of my phone. My face instantly reddens with embarrassment and anger. "Who gave you permission to look at my photos?!"

"Someone who didn't put a security code on their phone."

I have this huge urge to slap him but I stop myself. "What's your problem with that?" I ask, motioning to the picture flashed on my phone.

"Where is this peaceful-looking place?" He asks.

There's no way I'm going to tell him that it's the view from our back porch. "Go look for it yourself."

"That's why I'm asking you," he says. "Now tell me."

"Why should I tell you?" I stretch out an arm. "Just give me my phone already so I can leave."

He stares at me, as if trying to plot something. "Why should you tell me?" He huffs out. "Because it's the only way you're getting this," he shows my phone closer to me, "back."

"What?! Give me that!"

But I'm too late because he has pulled his hand away from me already. "Now tell me or your phone stays with me."

I shake my head. "I can report you to the police, you know! Give it back!"

"Tell me first."

"No way."

"Then I'll leave first." He says it so quickly and leaves immediately that I'm not able to react on time. By the time I regain my senses, he's already several feet away and at the same time, Simon's phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Last chance, Miss," the guy's voice says. I resist throwing the phone away.

"No luck, Mister. I'm getting my phone back without me telling someone as snoopy as you what you want."

I expect some answer but the only sound I hear is his hanging up. I clench my hand around the phone and try to steady my breathing. I will definitely find a way to get my phone back from that jerk.


"Are you sure you don't want me to come along tomorrow?" Simon asks for the fourth time.

"Yes"

"I'm really free tomorrow, I swear."

I stop and try to look him in the eye. "And I swear I'll be alright tomorrow by myself."

He opens his mouth to say something but looks as if he has thought better of it. "Okay, but I will still look for ads and ask Mom. I can't have you renting some unsafe apartments."

I smile at that as we continue to walk to the bus station. Tomorrow will be another day for me to find a place to rent to, since Mom insists that travelling an hour to go to school every day is tiring.

"You know we still offer Becky's room at home, since, you know, she's enjoying her life in California," Simon says.

I shake my head. "You know I can't, Si. It's too much."

"Mom's okay with it."

"Your mom is, but my mom isn't," I reply. "Also, I'm not. I don't want to abuse our friendship."

"Okay," Simon replies. "But it'll always be available, just in case."

The both of us stop at the bus station. I look at Simon and smile. "I'll wait for my bus here. Bye."

"See you tomorrow," he says as he waves me goodbye.

After he left, I stand under the mini shed and patiently wait for my bus, all the while thinking of ways to get my phone back. My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of Simon's extra phone. "It hasn't been ten minutes since you left, what's this call about?"

"I forgot to ask you about your phone. How is it?"

I sigh. "Oh, Si, the weird guy has taken it hostage. He says he won't give it to me until I tell him where this particular place is."

"And where could that be?" Simon asks.

"Our back porch," I answer. "He saw a picture of it in my phone – can you believe that? – and he called it a peaceful-looking place."

Simon laughs at the other end of the line. "He really is weird."

"Yeah, very, very weird."

"Okay, my curiosity is satiated, I'm hanging up."

I smile at the phone and carefully place it in my bag.

"Your back porch, huh," someone says behind me.

I turn around quickly. "You!"

He's smiling at me as if we're friends who bumped into each other. "Nice to see you too, Miss."

"You creepy stalker! Get away from me," I hiss in an angry manner. As much as I'm annoyed at him, I don't want to cause a scene in a very public place like this.

He ignores my words and even dares to step so he is standing beside me. He cranes his neck around. "So when is our bus coming? I can't wait here too long."

"Our bus?"

"Yes," he replies, not looking at me. "You're taking me to your back porch, remember."

I also set my eyes for the bus. "I don't remember saying that I'm taking you there."

"You didn't say it directly but it was an implied, unspoken deal." He then looks down at me. "Your phone, remember?"

I look away. "Give it to me then."

"Nah-uh," he says. "Who knows if you'll take me somewhere else? I'll give it to you after I see the place myself."

The bus arrives and I walk to it along with other few passengers, hoping at the same that he's following me. If this is the only way I can get my phone… After I make myself comfortable, someone sits beside me. I check to see if it's him and when I am met by his satisfied face, I quickly turn my head and look out the window.

The bus moves and the view outside rolls on. It's the start of another relaxing hour towards home.

"How long do we have to travel?" Weird guy asks beside me.

"An hour," I answer.

I give him a side glance and see him nodding his head. "Enough time to rest. Nice."

I suddenly feel enraged that he has the time to relax, as if he's a wanted company. "What do you want with our back porch, anyway?"

He looks as if he's thinking through what to answer. "I just wanna see it for myself. When I saw it for the first time in your phone, I made up my mind that I have to see it."

"You snooping douche bag," I mumble under my breath.

"I heard you," he says.

"Can you please just give me back my phone?" I ask.

"Not yet."

I sigh. "I hate you right now."

"Good. Maybe tomorrow you'll like me."

I snap my head towards him. "Please shut your mouth."

He shakes his head. "Why do you dislike me? What wrong did I ever do to you during the twenty-four hours that we knew each other?"

"I told you you've caused me troubles." I turn my head back to window but he taps my shoulder. "What?" I ask as I turn to face him again. "What's your problem?"

"I'm the one that should ask that," he says. "You accuse me of causing you troubles. Now I want to hear these troubles you're blaming me for."

I take a deep breath. "It's your fault that I wasn't to meet the important person I was supposed to see yesterday."

He raises an eyebrow. "That's all? And who is that important person, by the way?"

Am I going to tell him?

"Your boyfriend?" He guesses.

For some reason, I shake my head immediately. "Nope!" And I mentally curse myself because his guess is the most probable answer to his question. And now that I denied it, I'm left with telling him the truth, even though he doesn't deserve knowing it. "I… I was supposed to meet my mother's first love."

He looks as if he may laugh. "Why would you want to meet your mother's first love?"

"I love my mom and ever since…" I trail off as I realize that this guy is not a friend and that I actually do not like him. I give him a stern look. "It's none of your business."

He does not say anything. He just holds my gaze and seconds pass by but we're still not speaking and his gaze is so powerful I cannot break away from it. "You know," he finally says, "My father's first love broke his heart. That's why I'm a non-believer of love. Well, that is, until yesterday when I met you."

Every one of his words echoed in my mind and I suddenly cannot move as I try to process what he just said. I cannot move even though he's slowly inching towards me and his eyes are still staring into mine, the same way he did yesterday. I cannot move despite the narrowing space between us, his lips only a few inches from mine.

He's about to kiss me and I am not doing anything to stop him.

My body finally moves when the bus skids to a stop and he curses as he pulls away from me. "What the hell was that?!" he asks, obviously annoyed.

I ignore him as I scoot closer to the window, as far away from him as possible, trying to calm my breathing. What just happened? I almost let him kiss me! I almost let him steal my first kiss! Ugh.

The bus moves again and as if on cue, weird guy begins to talk again. But I turn a deaf ear to whatever it is that he's saying and I know that eventually, he will give up.


"Satisfied?" I ask weird guy as we stand at the back porch of our house.

His eyes are wide with awe but he shakes his head. "It's not as serene as it looks in the photo."

My phone. "Now that you've seen it, why don't you give me back my phone?"

He turns his gaze at me. "Were you not taught how to handle guests at your home? Aren't you going to offer me something to drink or eat?"

Patience. Patience. Patience. Do not kill him yet. I try not to tell him that he's actually an unwelcomed guest. I smile. "Come in then, and I'll try to conjure something for you to eat." I make my way towards our little dining table and he follows me.

Luckily, Mom will not be home for another hour. I don't know what her reaction will be to see me bringing home a guy other than Simon. I pull out some cheese bread and pour him a glass of juice. "Will these be enough for you?"

He looks at what I brought and nods his head. "Thank you, friend."

Do not call me friend, is what I want to say to him. "Enjoy," is what I tell him.

He happily munches on the bread and I move to sit beside him. I eye his jacket. If he's not going to give me my phone, I'm going to take it myself. After he has finished both the bread and juice, I say, "Hey…"

And as I hoped, his face turns toward me. "What?"

I scoot my chair closer to his. "About what happened… about what almost happened in the bus earlier, I just…" I trail off as I stare into his eyes, trying to imitate how he looked at me. I take a deep breath as I will myself to lean in closer to him. His eyes are on mine, too, widened in surprise.

Closer and closer, the space between us is becoming small. I trail my right hand into his jacket and without him noticing, it's already inside the pocket. I try to grab for my phone but…

"Where's my phone?!" I ask as I pull abruptly away from him.

He does not reply. I notice that he's breathing heavily and he is still staring at me, and I cannot decipher what's in his eyes that had not been there before.

"Where's my phone?!" I demand again as I try to ignore the way he's staring at me because it's making me uncomfortable. He's looking at me as if he's seeing the sun for the first time after being in the dark for so long.

"Where's my –"

"I… left it in The Institute," he finally says.

I have no idea what or where The Institute is but before I can ask him more about it, he's already standing up, carrying his bag and walking towards the front door. "It's getting late. I should probably leave. Thanks for letting me see the view from your back porch."

He is so quick; I am not able to react. Even after the front door shut behind him, I'm still sitting on the chair. I know I should start to prepare dinner now but I'm still staring at the door, trying to make something out of what just happened.

Finally, I stand up and shake my head.

Weird guy.

-End of Chapter-


I'm sorry. I had a major writer's block. Anyway, here's chapter two! I feel that it's starting to steer away from the KDrama but I think that's somewhat good. Hehe.

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