A/N: I have a paper I have to write over the weekend, but I'm a fast typer, so I will get as much done as possible. LOVE YOU ALL
Except haters. Yah, the feeling is mutual, bitches. WE OUT!
~ DST
Jace POV
I stared agape at Izzy. She thinks I drove Clary to hysterics? Did I? I don't know. For a moment I replayed the last five minutes. Clary was singing- singing? I've never heard her sing before, but she was . . . amazing. She wasn't your average teen who was just 'singing along'. It was . . . kind of mind blowing, thinking about it. Wait, hold up. Why am I complementing the bitch? My thoughts are disrupted by a white flash of pain against my skin. Isabelle glares at me, and I realize she just slapped me, and she crouches by Clary's crouched body, gasping and whimpering. This was so . . . so . . . bizarre. I've known Clary for along time, and I've never seen her act like that. Ever. Not even when-
"Jace! Help me God damnit!" Izzy shrieked, trying to get Clary to her feet.
"What?"
"You have to carry her to the car!"
"Say what now?" My eyes widened. I can't believe she wanted me to do that! I will not. IwilnotIwillnotIwill-
"JACE WAYLAND JUST FU-"
"Fine, fine. No need to swear," I grumbled and walked over to the tiny red head, who had, evidently, passed out, curled into a ball, shaking as if she were crying. I bent down and slipped one arm under her knees, the other under the middle section of her back, and lifted her, holding her against my chest. God how much does she weigh? I lift weights heavier than her! I stumble and my hands grip Clary tighter to me, but I notice something . . . odd. "Hey, Izzy?" I asked as we walked towards the parking lot, her carrying Clary's stuff, me carrying Clary. Good thing everybody left. This would be hard to explain.
"What?"
"This is going to sound really weird, but . . . have you ever seen Clary . . . eat?" I asked hesitantly. Izzy frowned beside me. "Well, everytime I see her, she gets food and throws it away after two or three bites, and today she had an orange, but I figured she was just nervous around Simon."
I scoffed. It was kind of hard to see Clary afraid of Simon. I gave a humorless laugh. "Izz, I don't think we tease her enough for her to be afraid of Simon. Actually, I've never seen Clary be affected by any part of our actions," Yes you have, whispered apart of my mind. Especially that day when-
"I think," Izzy whispered, dragging me from the mists of my thoughts, "that you affect her more than you think."
Isabelle POV
Jace drove home in silence. I was sitting in the backseat, with Clary's head on my lap. Her tiny body was stretched across the backseat, and she only took up two seats. I think about the conversation I had with Jace, stopping at one memory. "Jace?"
"Huh?"
"Why did you ask if Clary ate or not?" I asked skeptically. Jace stiffened. "Touch her rib bones," Jace said through what sounded like gritted teeth, what he was angry about, I have some idea. I lifted one hand, and smoothed out her loose long-sleeve, and gasped. Every single rib stuck out, like some starved dog. I closed my eyes. Anorexia? Unlikely. Natural? Maybe. Starvation? That can't be. You don't know that. Remember the bruises? I look down at Clary, whose face was covered in little bits of concealer, which I had taught her to put on. Oh my Angel, Clary. Whose fault is this?
A/N: I know it's short, I just want to leave you thirsty for more, little daylighters.
Does Jace have a mysterious past with Clary? :D Oh, I love torturing you all.
~ DST
