Mr. Not So Tough Guy
Oh my god! 3 CHAPTERS IN TWO DAYS! I must seriously love you guys! Any whoooooo, back to Clace.
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CLARY POV:
This cannot be happening. I can't be partners with Jace freaking Lightwood. What have I done to deserve this!
I look around for Jace and see he's already looking at me with a smirk. I feel my eyes narrow and I grimace at his actions. At least, this is a one day assignment and I don't have to be with him any longer than I want to.
"Annnnyyywaayy Students, get with you partners and you are going to do a 2-week long project! Think of it as beginning of school year project! If you get an A on this assignment you will most likely get at least a C in art!" Mrs. Carter says in her peppy tone.
I sit myself straight in my seat. I'm not moving. If that chump wants to be my partner he's gunna have to get off that lazy butt of his. I look at him through the corner of my eyes and see that he has a confused expression on his face. Ha. I'm not going to come scurrying to him like all the other girls do. I'm Clary Fray. I do what I want.
Eventaully, he get's the message and stands up to move to me, but Aline grabs his cheeks and plants a "loving" smooch on his lips, that kinda looks like she's trying to eat his face if you look at it with the right angle. Which he seems to not care for because he stands up anyway and moves over to me.
"'Sup, little red." He says with his signature smirk, that I just want to smack off his face.
"Don't call me that, pretty boy." I say in a calm, but dangerous voice.
"So you can call me 'pretty boy', but I can't call you 'little red'? That's hypocritical, cherry." He says with a superior tone.
"Shut it and listen up. I'm going to be the one who sketches you because you probably have 0% artistic abilities and all the sketch-ee has to do is sit down and look pretty. Got it?" I ask with my boss tone. I may not like Jace, but I love art. I'm not going to let this pretty-boy dimwit get to me.
"Oh you think I'm pretty?" Jace is obviously trying to get under my skin and I'm not going to give the satisfaction.
"Yeah, it reminds so much of the rat in my basement." I retort.
When he's about to respond, I cut him off," Listen, Jace. Can you just be quiet and sit down so I can start the sketch?" I ask with a tired tone. It hasn't even been 5 minutes and I can feel that my brain in on the brink of explosion.
"All you had to do was ask nicely, Carrot-top." Jace says then sits in an arm chair that's in the corner of the room. He leans to the right, so where his left leg was resting on the left arm rest.
"Really? Why do you have to sit like that?" I say with an annoyed tone.
"Because it represents my personality." He says with a smirk and then looks off into the distant for the sketch.
"Yeah, corny and unoriginal" I mutter under my breath.
"What did you say?" He says, but doesnt take his eyes off of whatever he's looking at.
"Nothing, be quiet." I start sketching the out line of his body and am just starting the detail for his clothes when Mrs. Carter calls out that there's only 5 minutes left in class, so we can just pack up and talk amongst ourselves. I immediatly stand up and walk back to the table and start packing up my supplies.
Next thing I know, Jace is pressed against my back saying, "It's a good start for a sketch, but your going to have to try harder to catch my devilously good looks."
I grap a pen and hit him on the forehead. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. How much times do I have to hit this guy?!.
"Listen Pretty boy, there's this awesome thing called personal space and your invading mine." I say with an uncomfortable voice.
"Oh. Oh right. Sorry. Sorry, Little Red." He says quickly. I turn to look at him when the bell rings. Before I can ask him if he's alright, he's already out the door. I quickly walk out after him, I may not like him, but something seemed off.
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JACE POV:
Crap. Crap. Crap. Why'd I do that? Wait. Who cares? I'm Jace Lightwood and I'm totally blowing this whole shinnanagins out of proportion.
"Jace!" Fuck. I know that voice. "Jace, dude, wait up."
"Sebastian. What do you want?" I ask with my voice impassive.
Sebastian has this weird sense that if you show any emotion that you some how love him. I know I'm like that, but at least I know that everybody loves me.
"Dude, what's up with the cold tone? What ever, that doesn't matter. Jonathon Morgenstern is throwing a bash this Saturday and you totally have to come." He says excited.
As soon, as I'm about to respond I hear a voice call out my name. Crap. It's Little Red.
"Jace! Are you alright? You kinda wigged out back there, so I was kinda worried."
Great. NOW she had to care?!
"I'm fine. I'll talk to you later." I say quickly and glance at Sebastian. It's obvious that he thought she was "bed worthy" the way his eyes roamed over her body. Clary was oblivious or really good at hiding discomfort.
"Hey, I'm Sebastian." He says and sticks his hand out for a shake and Clary glances down at it once and skakes his hand.
"Clary. Clary Fray." She says quickly then looks over at me. "We can just talk later about our project." Then she's gone.
"Dude. Who was that?! Do you think you can be my wingman for her?" Sebastian says.
"No. Leave her alone. She won't hop in bed with you, so don't try it." Then I leave before he can argue.
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