Disclaimer - All characters belong to Cassandra Clare.
"Clary…" I sigh. I sit in the corner of the room but I can see her lying there, on the bed. Her dark red curls dangling from beneath the snow-white sheets. She's breathtaking. She doesn't look like all the other girls at school with their platinum blonde dyed hair and cake faces. I close my eyes and think of her face. Remembering her piercing emerald eyes and her light dusting of freckles. Usually I hate freckles. They cover up your face like a disease. But on her… they're perfect, every one of them. Oh god. I think I like her. Like really like her. I don't even know anything about her. I know she has a boyfriend though. Which sucks, and the fact that I did place her in the infirmary, by crashing my motorbike into her on her first day of school. Way to go Jace! That's definitely how to get a girl to fall in love with you. I hear a door slam and I jolt awake. My vision is blurry with sleepiness. Carefully I rub them as I stand up. She's awake. Standing in front of her is her boyfriend telling her she should still be in bed. She's stubborn, I can see as she harshly exclaims she's fine. I can't help but smile. She's cute when she's frustrated. My smile goes tight when she turns and looks in my direction. I'm worried she's going to snap and attack me like her boyfriend. Even though I'm pretty sure she's not going to do that. Finally I work up the courage to speak.
"Um… are you feeling better, Clary?" my voice has gone up a couple of octaves. She doesn't seem to notice though.
"No. Thanks to being scarred by your stupid bike!" She harshly replies. I can't help but flinch.
"I'm sorry. I know that those simple words don't cut it, especially for what I did to you. If there is anything you want or need, please just tell me." I plead. I sound so pathetic. Jace Lightwood does not plead, or beg for mercy. What's wrong with me? There's something about being near her that makes me act differently. I'm not quite sure if I like this effect.
"I forgive you." She splutters. I wonder if I make her nervous? I reach out my hand unsure where she's going to accept it as I introduce myself. Luckily she accepts it.
"Greatest way to meet someone such as yourself, Jace Lightwood. I'm Clary, and this is Jonathon. My older brother." She's sarcastic and funny too. Then she points at the guy who I had originally presumed was her boyfriend. He's still glaring at me, but at least he's not attacking me anymore. Stupidly I speak of my errors.
"Wait… You're her brother? You guys don't even look like each other. Oh my god! I thought you were her boyfriend." I speak to Jonathon. I can't believe I just voice it out loud.
"Must be cause he's so good-looking, whilst I on the other hand am foul. Especially with my bird's nest hair after the accident." She exaggerates. I can't believe her! She's not foul she's beautiful. Can't she tell? Suddenly I cry out my deepest thoughts.
"Foul? You're not foul. You have beautiful curls that bounce and dangle as you walk. Not to mention your memorable crystal emerald eyes. Or your adorable freckles!" I can't believe I just told her all that. The truth. She blushes a deep red, it's adorable. It just makes me want to slip my hands around her and cuddle her. I hate cuddling though. All my past 'girlfriends' just wanted to cuddle and make out. So I don't understand why I have the sudden urge to do something like that all of a sudden. Then she unexpectedly runs. All that is left of her presence is the sound of the door gradually coming to a halt. I don't understand what I did wrong. Even her brother is standing there slightly confused. Jonathon's voice seeps into my mind bringing me back to focus.
"Did you really mean those thing you said, or are you just trying to be nice since you hit her." He demands, not unkindly.
"I… I meant them." I sag down to the floor, confused about what just happened.