A/N: Sorry for the long wait between updates! As I said, I had exams the week before and this week was transition into year 12 classes for next year (aka last year of school). As per AWildMadAppears review (Yes, our pennames are similar. Coincidence? maybe :D ), reading this sore with different accents is great. Hopefully there will be more regular updates in the future, meanwhile, enjoy! - C
The rest of the drive was like a child slamming a triangle peg into the circle slot, endlessly frustrating. In between listening to my mother scarily sing to pop, my phone could have been mistaken for a strode light, with all the times the display blinked bright light of a text message being received. I didn't have to check to know whom it was, I already knew it was Isabelle. She was probably trying to work out why I had slammed Jace after he had kissed me. She admitted to hating his ugly ass too but she knew him better than I did. I could only feel sympathy for the poor child.
As my mother pulled the car nastily into the driveway of our house, I decided that I should look at my phone; the blinking of the display was beginning to annoy me thoroughly.
"You still didn't answer my question, Clary," My mother said, clamping both hands down on the handbrake, slamming to the floor of the car with a puff. "Why did the evening suck?"
"I told you, it was okay at the started but became sucky as I had prophesised earlier. You may now refer to me as Oracle Clary, your personal psychic medium minus the tarot cards." I said in reply, walking from the car into our house. It was quiet with just the two of us. You should have been able to hear a pin drop from other side of the house if it wasn't for the hum of the Internet router.
"Oh my love, my darling Wi-Fi. How I missed you!" I shed a tear as I threw myself onto my bed in my room, homage to teenage angst and disorganisation. Piles of clothes lay scattered across the floor along with many CDs, all in the wrong cases. At the end of my bed was my laptop, humming away, still half way through the first movie of my long awaited marathon. Mother must have braved the bombsite she referred to as my room to place it up here, along with my cold dinner. Quickly taking a shower and changing into my pyjamas, I buried myself in the quilt, going to back to my delicious dinner and movie. Cold scmold, I wasn't impartial to food often, and throwing away cold pasta was just a waste.
As the movie began to reach its climax, I finally checked my phone like I planned to about 2 hours earlier. A bloodcurdling cry sounded in my ear as I opened my inbox full of messages. The first few were from Isabelle, asking me if we could meet up next week or something to shop. I let out a deep sigh. Shopping to me was like bathing in hot magma. I had always hated shopping, even when it was for myself. If I needed to buy some new music, I made sure to be quick and skip on buying food out, in order to reduce the pain that burned my heart from flashing the plastic.
But I couldn't really say no to Isabelle, I mean, she wasn't uncultured. She was amazingly brilliant, and different and definitely best friend material. Not sure if the same level as Simon but getting there. Thinking about it, she and Simon would get along well. The only problem with that fantasy playing out is that we are universes apart in a sense and also I wasn't sure if I could afford the petrol needed to make the one trip there. Curse old cars and the rising cost of socialising.
After agreeing, unfortunately, to go out for a girl's day with Isabelle, I continued to search through the messages to find many from an unknown number.
Hello there. Is this Clary? – Unknown Number
Or is this not? Am I texting a random? – UN
Dear random, please answer, I need closure. – UN
Clary, please tell me this is you. I'm sure Isabelle gave me the right number – UN
Oh great, I thought. The asshole lived to annoy me further.
What makes you think I can even bear speak to you at all after what you have done? – C
Tossing my phone to the side for a moment, I stared up at the roof, counting the cracks in the paint. I felt a faint buzz next to my leg in the motionless room.
Clary, please let me apologise. I'm sorry for my actions, my lips can't control themselves. – J
I don't want to text some asshole like you, thanks. – C
Suddenly my phone had begun to ring, seriously this guy had some game calling me. I couldn't be bothered to answer, leaving the phone to ring out as I cleaned up my dinner from earlier. While letting the phone continue to chime, I grabbed a cool glass of water before sitting back down in my bed. There was no chance in heel I would be answering my phone tonight, I thought as I rolled over in my bed, beginning to drift off.
Apparently Jace had no means of giving up on trying to contact me, even if that meant calling me at 2 in the morning, when the rain poured down against the house, streaking my bedroom window. It was dark outside, despite the full moon shining down on us. I couldn't bare listen to the phone ring anymore; the ringtone was driving insane. Note to self to change that tomorrow, well, technically today.
"Clary, Clary? Are you there? Clary, please answer me!" Jace's voice carried down the line, a desperate plea.
"Yes. And note that I still hate you, and that you have woken me up at 2 in the morning, which is not going to help your case." I replied, my tone was extremely angry. I guessed it was probably due to the unsightly transformation I experience during a full moon.
"Clary, please, just hear me out, okay?"
"You have 5 minutes to change the outcome of the history of this evening before I personally send for your murder."
"What happened at the performance night before, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it. Well, no actually, I did mean it when I said that you had a beautiful singing voice. As I said, my friends are aware that I have a short fuse and tried to stop me. I don't mean anything I said then, I was just not myself, I promise you. And the kiss…"
"Please, I had only just finished throwing up over the thought of that."
"I didn't mean to. I was just caught up in the moment and,"
"Caught up in the moment? You were just being an asshole, treating me like I was a little girl that needed some guardian angel to take care of them and love them when no one else would. News flash, I don't need anyone to do anything for me." I was so mad with him. Before he could reply, I hung up the phone, squeezing my hand around it tightly, trying to crush it with my brute strength that didn't exist. Damn my minimal werewolf powers.
The phone began to ring again a second later, vibrating in my fisted hand. I answered it with a huff, wishing he would just leave me alone.
"I understand that my actions were wrong. I was still caught up from your comments earlier about saying it like it is." This guy really had no clue.
"Saying it like it was is what you called your little preshow speech, praising shit music to mindless girls in the hope of musical respect?" Not only was he an idiot, he was committing the biggest crime of being a musician, talking shit about other musicians.
"Okay. So, I was maybe wrong and I probably shouldn't have…" I interrupted him half way through the sentence, fury boiling in my veins.
"No, you were completely wrong. No maybes about it." I snap, about to throw the phone across the room.
"Okay, I was completely and utterly out of line becoming a musical preacher to the brainless crowd, and I'm sorry that I can't seem to control my mouth in any context. Clary, please, I'm on my knees there. Please accept my heartfelt apology." As such as I was mad at Jace, he couldn't help but make me smile. I let out a little laugh before replying with, "It seems that your words have the power to make me smile too. Apology accepted, Jace."
"Thanks, babe." He said, a sleaziness tone to his voice.
"Don't call me babe." I retorted back immediately. My eversion to the word 'babe' was clear in my voice. He chuckled through the receiver.
"So, earlier when you said that you liked the performance, prior to slap-down city and such, were you being completely honest?" Jace asked.
"Yes, I was being honest in saying that you and your band are amazing and that performing with you was the opportunity of a lifetime and I couldn't believe myself when I sang that time on stage, that I thought I would hate it but I loved it. I loved the feel of the band supporting me, the crowd egging me on and the light shining down on me." I was a little embarrassed that I vented so much to Jace but I was being truthful. The feel of performing on stage with the band was insane and incredible simultaneously. Holy shit, Clary, shut up. Stop embarrassing yourself.
"Well, its good to know that I'm not the only one, I guess." He paused, sighing a little into the phone. It sounded like a happy sigh. I don't know why he was happy; we were still in the pointless conversation. That's nothing to be happy about.
"Before either of us die from the awkward silence, I was wondering where this conversation was leading to be frank. You have interrupted precious beauty sleep and the chance of a potential TV show marathon happening tomorrow. You can't take me away from my TV, we are a special couple." I was growing more and more weary by the second, nearly at the point of welding my eyes shut and dropping my phone on the hard floor. After last time, I know that's a bad idea. Poor cat, another phone to the back is not a good idea.
"I sorry I have spoiled the potential for you to pursue your date with destiny tomorrow. I can recover it if you invite me over to join you. I'll bring the food."
The guy barely knew he, had insulted he earlier and was trying to be my friend. Good luck with that, I thought.
"As tempting as it sounds, I think I'll have to pass. I mean, you barely even know me! I could be a serial killer or something. Take your pick, it's probably wrong. No one can guess my secrets." Also the fact that I still hated him was the deciding variable in denying him the pleasure of feeding me. No normal amount of money could put food in my stomach. I live a hard life without my needed 3 servings of pasta everyday for dinner. Two will never be enough.
"I don't care what we watch, seriously." Jace pleaded.
"Are you impartial to Daria?" I asked, slightly annoyed that he was pushing it.
"I have never seen Daria, was that some MTV show?" I almost felt bad for the guy. I mean, he was a major asshole but not be educated in 90s television is unjustifiable. I must do my part for the sake of humanity.
"You have not seen Daria?! Have you been living under a rock your whole life?"
"To answer your second question, yes, punk rock. No, I don't really watch any TV at all. It frustrates my friends so much when they make references and I just sit there, blank faced." There was no backing out now.
"I guess you can come over tomorrow, but don't skip out on food. I may not look like it but I can eat a lot. I'll text you my address. You can come over at around 9ish, I should be up."
"9 it is then. See you tomorrow for our date, Babe."
"It's not Babe, its just Clary. This is not a date. This is an important life lesson in culture, nothing more. Now, I have to sleep or else I will turn into Godzilla and terrorise the city with my greenness or something. Good night, Blondie."
"Goodnight Clary, I…" I hung up quickly, eager to pass out on my soft pillow. After sending through my address to Jace, my eyes welded themselves shut and I tried to sleep. It was hard to sleep with the prospect of a dashing blond appearing at your doorstep the next morning, eager to feed the unquenchable hunger. Crap, I was fangirling over Jace. Gross.
A/N: A quick note, before i forget. Any songs/artists mentioned in this story, such as The Temper Trap and The Killers, are brilliant. You should give them a listen!