Mortal Secrets: The Date

Jace's POV

How could I have not known? Of course it was Valentine! I should have paid more attention. Valentine is one of the most wanted shadowhunters in New York. He created a group, called the Circle, to go against the Clave's rules. Valentine doesn't have a daughter. Or at least, it was never noted he had a daughter.

We don't know if Clary is truly his daughter. For all we know she is just living with him and training. On the bright side Isabelle, Alec and I are going to find out if Clary is a shadowhunter or not. That leads into today, Monday. I am in maths, my fourth period. Clary sits right in front of me in this class. We had planned to have me ask her to a date after school today.

I simply drowned out the teacher as I kept staring at the back of Clary's head. I thought about how the day could go. She could reject me and it wouldn't end well. Izzy would pitch a big fit. Sometimes Clary would turn around and make eye contact, other times I would advert my eyes to the front of the room. She did notice I was looking at her many times.

The clock ticked on the wall, seconds became hours, minutes became years. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Hurry up you damn clock! My hand had hit the desk, making a few people look my way, I was aggravated I wanted to ask Clary. But why? Why do I want to ask her so much?

We had gotten homework assigned but I was no mood to understand what it was. I'll just get the teacher's wrath tomorrow and be done with it. I had met Alec and Izzy outside the classroom. "Three more classes!" Chirped Izzy. Yeah, three more, long, laborious classes.

One more class with Clary, two without Clary and with Alec and Izzy. I could do this. I can! We started walking to our next class. Izzy and Alec had the same class, it was right next to my next class. Mrs. Fairy With our slow walking I, again, was the last person into the class. Clary's best friend Seymour was sitting next to her. I really hate the dude. He thinks he can just always be with her. He was a dork, he had long shaggy black hair. He always wore graph tees. His dorky glasses were nearly most of the time falling off his face.

Clary seemed so happy around Seymour. I wish I could be the person bringing light into her life. The last chair left was in the far back of the room. I love to be away from the teacher, I can always get away with more things.

This class wasn't boring as last class. I stared out the window most of the time. There was a perfect view of the school's garden. With a pond in the middle lily pads and fish swam among. Before I realized it the bell rang and the teacher was yelling homework at us.

I glanced up to see Clary and her friend slowly leaving the class. No, I can't talk to her yet, I have a plan. Students filled out into the hallway to meet their friends, just like I. Alec, leaned up against the lockers, watched Clary swiftly make her way down the hallway.

"I see how you take interest in her, sort of. I can't be too positive, I don't take interest in the gals." Alec spoke once I was making my way towards him. "Izzy was talking to the teacher, I didn't want to be stuck in the room with her."

Izzy finally came out of the room, "let's go!" she cheerfully smiled. She has so much energy.

Sitting in the last period; I couldn't sit still. Only ten minutes left. I was so anxious to ask Clary. I could actually apologize to her. Maybe we could be friends or even more. Again, I lost interest in the teacher and began to stare around the room. Once the bell rang I was out of the room, ignoring the protests from Izzy and Alec. I rushed to the front door, to be greeted by a cold rush of wind, making my cheeks flush. The front steps led straight to the parking lot, to the left, was Clary's tree, and there sat Clary. Her red hair was bunched up at her shoulder, she wore a band tee with a leather jacket over it.

I steadied my pace as I made my way to sand next to her. She was lost in her own world of sketching. I had grabbed the sketchbook from her hand , holding it above my head. "Hey! Give it back!" She shouted.

I gave a heavy sigh, "I will once I talk to you, okay?" Her wide eyes flashed with concern as if she couldn't trust me. Why can't she trust me? I also noticed many people who walked by staring at us. What? Can they not take in I am actually talking to Clary in a matter of days and we are not yelling at each other?

She slowly began to soften her posture, and she sat down again, "you promise?" I gave a quick nod, sitting down next to her. I was twiddling my thumbs nervously. Why and I nervous? It's just a stupid question. That I have never asked before.

Lifting my head to stare into her bright emerald green eyes I became more nervous. Just ask the question you coward! I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was too nervous. After silence, I finally got the courage. "I was, um, wondering if, um, you would maybe want to go on a date with, um, me tomorrow?"

Clary thought a moment before saying, "maybe, I must see what my father says." She is going to deny me. I know she is. "But from me, it's a yes." I was too stunned to say anything. She actually said yes. No words could speak my feelings, instead, I gave Clary a hug, kissing her cheek. If her father said yes I could make up for what I did Saturday. I could, maybe, make everything right again. Just, maybe.

That night I had gotten a text from Clary saying her father was letting her go. I was beyond excited. I couldn't control my excitement; Alec had to endure it. He must think I'm crazy. Well, I am, but that is beside the point. Isabelle too was excited to plan the night, her bubble will be popped when she finds out I already planned it. Alec and I are sitting on his bed, I was talking about Clary. He was listening intently. "Jace?"questioned Alec. I still continue to rant away my feelings. "Earth to Jace?" I had stopped talking to stare at him. "Have you not thought about how you feel towards her? Maybe you like her more than you realize."

Izzy had burst through the door, "mom told me to tell you guys food is ready." With that, she was gone again. I was back staring at Alec. What does he mean more than I realize? I can't love Clary. Love isn't a thing. It is just fake.

Tuesday came around, the school day went surprisingly fast. I had texted Clary before school saying I would meet her at her tree after school. I had planned to take her out on my motorcycle to a restaurant. Trust me, I have it planned. Just as I told her; she was there, at her tree. I walked over to her, "hey Clary." Smiling at her I held out my hand. "Let's go I'm taking you to a surprise place."

Slowly Clary took my hand, nodding. She seemed nervous. Intertwining my fingers with hers I turned to walk over to my bike parked right in front of her place. "You see, I have no other vehicle so we must make do of the bike," I cheerfully smiled back at her, she too was grinning. "What's that beautiful smile about?" She seemed to notice my words and her smile wiped off her face, dammit, I loved her smile.

Handing her the extra helmet I brought, she took it with both hands. "Oh, nothing. It's just I have a Kawasaki Ninja." She has a motorcycle? "Don't surprised. I love motorcycles." This girl is getting better by the minute.

"Where did you get it?" I got onto the bike, holding my helmet in my hands to talk.

"My father bought it for me, and my car." Her Lamborghini, I remember. Holding my hand out to help her on the bike. This time without hesitant she took it. Her warm curling around mine, they were small and fragile. Clary had swung her leg over the bike like a pro, "where are we going?" she questioned, sliding her helmet on.

"It's a Surprise." I too slid mine on; gunning the motor. Carefully backing out of the space, I could feel her arms snake around my midriff. She warmed my body. I wish she could stay there all the time. Ignoring my thoughts we neared the edge of the lot. Just like going to the Institute, I took a right. There was a café by the Institute called Taki's. It's a Downworld Café. The names of the food have weird names, I can see what Clary's reaction to the food names is. It's the start of the date

Reaching the Café I gently pulled into a spot. Putting both feet on the ground I let Clary off first. Then I put the stand down on the bike, getting off myself. Clary had her helmet off before me when mine was off I gently took her hand in mine. "Taki's?" She questioned, looking up at the sign.

"Yeah, have you been here before?" I glanced at her for a second, seeing her nod I felt a little disappointed. We ordered food, not talking much. We only talked about school if anything. The air was thick with tension, annoying me. I want to talk to her, have a conversation. When we first ordered our food my ex-girlfriend, Kaelie, came up trying to flirt with me. Clary had stiffened in her seat. I tried so hard to push Kaelie away, all she did was come back . "Go away Kaelie," I snarled at her, "I'm on a date." That got her to leave. I had turned back to Clary. "Sorry about her, I honestly do not like her."

She gave a slight nod. "I get it, you must come here a lot." It's true, I come here at least twice a week. It was calming to come alone and get a booth with a window facing the water. Though the water was dark and grimy, it was still pretty to look at. Our food came making both of us fall back to silence again. Finishing our meal, I paid, being the gentleman, there were many protests, we didn't go back to my motorcycle. Instead, we headed through the streets of Manhattan. The Institute was not too far from the Café.

My plan was to lead Clary to the Institute. If she is a real shadowhunter she will see the beauty of the building. There I would try to trick it out of her if she sees the pretty building or not.

Clary stood on my left side, holding my left hand. "Hey Clary,"

"Hey, Jace." She smiled evilly at me. That little, I can't be mad at someone like her.

I glared at her a little. "As I was saying, there is this pretty building down the road I want you to see. I thought it would be nice." Like Clary does a lot, she gave a nod and we continued to advance into the streets. Just a few meters away; we can see the building. I heard a gasp from Clary. I looked over at her to see her in awe about the large glowing institute. "What do you think?"

"This is amazing." She breathed, "I have never seen anything like this." She was taking everything in, her eyes seemed to glow with excitement.

I tugged at her hand, "come on, I have one more place." I led her a few blocks away from the institute to a park. With winter coming, the park was lit with fairy lights hanging in the trees. It was a breathtaking sight, even for me. We both sat down on an empty bench. Breaking the once again silence, I spoke. "Tell me about yourself, I feel like I don't know much about you, nor you me."

"I don't know much to say."

I placed a hand on her knee, "simple things, that we didn't talk about on the project." I remember the stupid sheet making us ask about each other's hobbies, likings, and dislikes.

"Um, well. I guess I paint. I also love to read fantasy. Another thing, I live with my father. My brother and mother died a few years ago. Then one day I just felt that I didn't fit in, and your gang seemed to prove me right." She looked solemn, she wouldn't look into my eyes, just at the ground. Taking my hand I gently lifted her chin till her eyes were on mine.

"Clary," I said sternly. "What I did was wrong. There is nothing more that I hate then what I did to you. Honestly, saying sorry doesn't fix the wounds deep in the heart. I want to make up for what I did. I wish for one day you to gain my trust, but for know, I know that will not happen for a while." She seemed to have softened a little. I head leaned forward to get a better looking into her melting eyes.

I couldn't hold back anymore, I closed the bag between her and I. Electricity flowed through my body making me shiver. She was frozen for a few seconds before her lips were moving with mine. She was the drug and I was the person on the drug. I slid my tongue along her bottom lip, biting it a little. She made the sweetest moan I have ever heard. With her hand twisted in my hair, mine in hers, I wanted to hold her forever.

"Ahem." Someone was clearing their throat next to us. Clary pulled back with her cheeks glowing red. It was so adorable to watch her try to cover her embarrassment.

I looked up at the person who interrupted our amazing moment. "Alec!" I cheerfully smiled, happy to see my sibling. "What are you doing here?" I knew why here was here.

He gave a simple shrug, "oh you know, I went for a walk. I was tired of being trapped up in the house. Mom was getting aggravated." A typical Maryse. "I had seen you guys, before you started to make out, and wanted to say hi, hey Clary." He gave a gentle wave over to her, shyly she waved back. "Well, anyways I think I am going to head home. Cya." He turned around and started to walk a path that led to the parking lot.

Clary looked down at her watch. I got a glance at the time, 5:30. "It's getting late, my father wants me home before 7." I should get Clary home before it gets too late and I get her in trouble.

"Come on," We started to head back to the Café where my motorcycle was waiting. It was just a short ride over the bridge to Brooklyn. A ride I would dread because that means I must leave Clary.

Pulling into her neighborhood she made me stop at the front. She had said 'It's a thing our neighborhood has, no motorcycles allowed.' I had wondered where she keeps her's. She also told me she kept it at her friend Sheldon's house. "I am planning on bringing my bike tomorrow." Clary and I were standing by my bike out front of her neighborhood.

"You can park it in the pace with mine if you do bring it," I suggested, it didn't seem like a bad idea, I don't even know if she has a parking spot.

She gave a light smile, "yeah, thanks. I must get over to Simon's. I normal drive my car over there and trade my bike then head to school." She didn't have a bad way of getting to her motorcycle.

It aggravated me, that mundane was so close to Clary, even let her keep her belongings over there. "That mundane," I mumbled to myself. Too low for Clary to hear.

Clary's eyes seemed to widen. Wait had I said that louder than I thought? "What-what did you just say?" Oh, crap. I did.

I had put my hands up, Clary took a step back. "Nothing I didn't say anything." I need to get out of this mess. "Hey, goodnight, it is getting late. I will see you tomorrow, with your bike." I leaned forward to kiss her cheek. Then I pivoted on my heel; swinging my leg over the bike I gave her a quick wave and gunned it. I had shot off into the night leaving her standing there stunned. That was a close call. I nearly got caught. Bad Jace Wayland. Bad Jace.

Hey, guys! I have a chapter up today! I have worked out a system. I plan on working on the chapters every other night, if not every few night. I do love to read a lot of things. Well, I had fun writing this. Many times I got mad at my editor because it kept making me add commas in the most stupid places ever! I ended up trying to think of a way to word it, I would find myself drawing random things like wings and the Mortal Sword. I also found myself looking at emo shirts. When I got an idea I would mediately come back to writing.

Okay, enough ranting. Until next time! Enjoy!

~Max