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Clary (Duh)

That morning, I knew my mind should have been focused on the situation, but all I could think about was my date with Jace.

I had absolutely no idea what to wear, as this was my first date, and I've never really had a girl best friend. There was Simon, but he didn't know a thing about this type of stuff. Besides, I never really felt that I could talk to this stuff with Simon, as he was...well, he was a guy.

I closed my blinds earlier, so Jace wouldn't see what I was planning to wear. Also, because I've been pacing around my room for the past 20 minutes.

It was only 1:00; I still had two and a half hours till then, but that was precisely the amount of time I needed.

My thoughts were interrupted with a buzzing noise. I grabbed my phone hastily to check if it was Jace.

Simon: You wanna go get coffee?

I quickly text back a reply.

Clary: Can't, I'm busy. I'll text you later.

Did I feel bad for ditching Simon? Yes. Was it necessary? Yes.

My date with Jace was soon, and here I am, staring at my closet. I thought I'd had way too much to wear, but at the moment, it seemed as though everything was way too ugly.

This is the exact situation where I wished I had a sister instead of a brother. With sisters, you can exchange each other's clothes, and get along more. With my brother and I, even though we have a great bond, we can seriously piss each other off at times.

"Clary?" I hear someone say through the door. "Come in," I call out, and my mom walks in, looking frantic.

"Your father is coming home at 2:30 instead of 8," She says, and I freeze. What? My date with Jace was at 3, and my dad would go crazy if he found out. Even though my dad had his...issues, one of the great things about it was that his work kept him till 8; his work kept him away from our family.

"What?" Is all I manage to say. My mom looks at me, sympathy in her eyes. "Your father is coming home early, because he's been fired."

"WHAT?!" I scream, and fear overcomes me. Does this mean Valentine has to be here all day? No! That can't happen! The times my father is at work is the only time that anyone ever gets peace in this house. In the 2-3 hours that my dad was here and awake yesterday, he had managed to give me a black eye, and Jon had nearly broken his ribs.

"Mom, I-I have a date at 3, I have to go and-" I start, but my mother cuts me off.

"I don't want you going."

"What?" I say, for about the 100th time today. I can't even believe what I'm hearing.

My mom inhales. "Look, can't you just reschedule? Your father is in a really bad mood, and-"

Now it's my turn to cut her off. "Do not call that bitch my father!" I snarl at her, and she blinks, shocked by my outburst. But I just go on. "I'm going, no matter what! When the hell is Valentine ever in a good mood?!"

"I said no! This is for your own safety! Your father will be in a worse mood if he finds out that you went out the day he got fired! I said no, and that's final!" She yells at me, then leaves the room, slamming the door.

"I hate you! And I hate this fucking family!" I scream, and even though she had left the room, I knew she heard me. For some reason, it gave me this feeling of triumph. But that was quickly overcome with anger.

I groan, and lay on my bed, watching the fan circle around. It sucks; the feeling of wanting something, yet knowing the world won't let you have it. I sigh, knowing I'll have to tell Jace the bad news.

Just as I'm about to text him, I get an idea. A stupid, risky, idea, but an idea. I text Jace a quick message.

Clary: I know it's only 1:45, but I need to come. Please?

I get a reply soon after.

Jace: okay

I quickly grab a jacket, a bag, and then I go to lock the door. I pull the blinds open, and look to see Jace, who has his shirt off, changing.

The butterflies in my stomach are growing now, and I can feel myself turning red. But I push that all down, and I lift open the window. I climb out onto the roof. I've never done anything like this before, and am I seriously going to risk everything just for a guy? Well, apparently I am.

I jump down from the roof down to the grass, and for the first time I'm greatful that my house is tiny, so the jump wasn't that high. I land feet first, and before I know it, I'm ringing Jace's doorbell.

A girl answers. The same girl I saw when Jace had first moved in. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Do I know you?"

I blink, shocked at how straight-forward she was. "Isabelle, must you be so rude to everyone," I hear a voice say behind her, and she turns. Jace.

She eyes Jace, then she eyes me. She says, looking directly at me. "Good luck with that." Then she just walks back into the house, and I finally notice Jace is holding a picnic basket.

"Shall we?" He says, and holds out a hand, and I don't even hesitate to take it.

He sets the basket down at the park, which is a few blocks away from my house, and, thankfully, it was not a route for my dad on his way home.

I sit down next to him on the picnic blanket.

"So," He starts, "Any certain reason that you changed the times?"

I freeze. Should I tell him about my father? I feel like I should, but I don't want to scare him away. So I just make up an excuse.

"Um, m-my mom wanted me home before 3," I say, then I curse myself silently for how stupid that sounds. And apparently Jace noticed it too, because he raised an eyebrow.

"You're a horrible liar, red," He says to me. "Come on, tell me the truth."

"I can't tell you. Not yet. But I promise I will tell you in the future," I decide on saying, and it's true. I'll tell him. But right now is not a good time.

Surprising me, he just says, "Alright," then he takes out 2 sandwiches, then places one down next to me. "I believe you."

"So, red," He says, laying down. "What's your dream?"

"My what?" I say, confused at his question. He just laughs. "Your story. Your dream. You know, hopes, passions, what you want to do with your life?"

"It's stupid," I say, because it was. It was stupid because I knew it could never happen. I lay down next to him. He looks at me. "Tell me."

I sigh. "I want to graduate from NYU as an artist."

Silence. I'm waiting for his, "That's stupid," or his, "That's never going to happen," Which I got from most people, because apparently the chances of me becoming an artist is 1 in a million.

"How is that stupid?" He says, shocking me. I never heard that responce before. Even Simon had told me it would never happen, and he is my best friend.

"B-because it's probably never going to happen, most people think so." I say, stuttering at the first part because I'm still surprised at his reply. Instead, he smiles.

"It'll happen."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm psychic."

I snort at this. He looks at me, his face growing more serious. "Don't mock my power!"

"Oh yeah? Predict something."

"Really? You want me to predict something?"

"You're stallinggg," I mock, stretching out the last part. He raises an eyebrow.

"Alright, I predict…" He moves his hands to rub his temples, and I laugh. "...that you will get kissed in the next 5 seconds."

"Wha…?" I start, confused, before I have time to think about it, as he presses his lips to mine. I didn't even hesitate to kiss back.

It was not like anything I had imagined it too be. I thought my first kiss would be gentle, and I didn't know I'd feel anything. This kiss was slow, but not gentle. He bit down on my lip, sending tingles down my spin. I'm pretty sure the butterflies in my stomach had burst, but I didn't care. I never wanted to let go. I didn't want to do anything else, but to feel his lips on mine.

It went on for about 3 minutes, and we broke to take breaths once in awhile, but our noses were still touching. Thankfully, I might add, as I didn't want to stop. I never would have thought, that it would be anything like this.

But of course, it had to stop eventually, to my dismay. He broke the kiss, and looked at me, as I stared right back. My hand was on his cheek, and his in my hair. We weren't kissing anymore, but neither one of us bothered to move our hands.

"So," I whisper, "How about you predict, that I get to go on another date, with the best kisser, in the whole world?"

He laughs, his face still pressed against mine. "And the hottest man in the world."

I snort. "Must you ruin every moment with your ego?"

He laughs. "Oh, I must."

That is the end of this chapter! I really like this story, but you're going to hate/love the ending! But no matter what, finish this story till the end. Things get real! Lol. Peace,

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