AN: Hey guys, so sorry I haven't updated in a while, but like I said, I've been busy. Last night was opening night for my Drama Club musical, and tonight is our second performance. I actually have lines and singing parts for this play! XD Anyway, enough of my rambling. Theres a little more cussing in this chapter FYI. Onto the story!
Chapter 4: Could Have Fooled Me Clary had hoped that her sudden illness was just that, an illness. She was worried it was something much worse than that, but put on a happy face for the world. She was sure Jace could see through the chinks in her armor though.
Currently her and Jace were at his house, sharing a beach chair sitting by his pool. Clary was laying on top of Jace, his arm lazily thrown around her waist.
"Why can't everything feel like this?" Clary questioned out of the blue.
"What?" Jace replied, cocking his eyebrow in confusion.
"Like this. This just feels so... right. Easy. No worry or confusion. Just... right."
"I'm not following you..." Jace stated. Clary sat up, clearly exasperated.
"Okay. What I mean is, right now, i-" Clary started.
"Agh shit Clary. You got a nosebleed, stay right here I'll be right back." Jace hastily jumped up from the chair into his house.
Clary reached her fingers up from where they lay on the chair and touched her nose, pulling it back only to see red blood coating her fingers.
"That's weird..." Clary mumbled to herself.
"What's weird?" Jace was back within 10 seconds of going into the house, a towel in his hand dabbing at her nose.
"Well, it's just that, I've been getting nosebleeds for a while lately... I don't know what they're from though." Clary replied.
"Well when did you start getting them?" Jace asked warily.
"Around the time I started getting sick... Isabelle was with me when I got it the first time. And the second... And about every other time after that." Clary trailed off hesitantly.
"What! Isabelle has known you have another symptom! Did she tell Robert? Did you? Why didn't you tell me? Clary I need to know these things. Yo-" Jace started rambling.
"Jace! I know I should have told you, but I didn't want you to worry even more. And yes, I told Robert."
"And what did he say?" "He... he got all pale and scribbled it down in his file or something..." Clary answered.
Jace gripped the towel so hard, his knuckles turned white.
"Jace? Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but-" Jace cut her off with connecting his lips to hers, a kiss unlike their normal ones; needy, fast, uncontrolled. This one short and chaste, but romantic, and conveyed his feeling toward her.
"I'm not upset about that. I just... I'm worried this is more than what we're thinking it is. What if it could k- What if you d-" Jace choked, unable to finish his sentence.
Clary's heart jumped into her throat, he'd voiced the very thoughts she'd kept in her head ever since it started getting worse. "Look. I'll be fine. Robert is the best doctor in the state. I'm in good hands." Clary tried to give him a reassuring smile, though she could tell he wasn't falling for it. "Come on... Let's go out to eat. Takis?" She asked him, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah... Sure." He grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him, taking her inside to get changed, and then out to lunch.
Clary woke up the next morning to an earsplitting screech, realizing it was only her alarm clock.
Monday. Fun. After stopping the incessant wailing, she rolled out of bed, climbed in the shower, and started her morning routine.
Or at least she tried to.
The second she stepped out of bed, she nearly had a heart attack, because Isabelle was sitting in her desk chair, spinning around, completely oblivious to Clary's current consciousness.
"Isabelle! What the hell are you doing here at 5AM!" Clary whisper-shouted.
"Finally! You're up! I thought I was gonna have to drag your lazy ass out of bed." Isabelle replied.
"What are you doing here?" Clary said exasperated.
"I'm here to make you over!" Isabelle replied overly animated.
"No. No no no. And hell to the no. I hate when you make me over! You make me wear 5 inch heels, dresses that don't even cover my ass! What's next? No Isabelle."
"Clary! If you're part of the 'it' coupl-" Isabelle started.
"I know! 'I have to look the part!'" Clary imitated her best Isabelle voice, only earning a glare from Isabelle with her eyes narrowed at Clary. "I have no say in this do I?" Clary muttered.
"Nope." Isabelle replied, popping the 'p'. "Now hurry up and get a shower, while I replace your closet!" Isabelle added overjoyed.
When Clary arrived at school, the whole time she was rewarded with eye popping stares, wolf-whistles, winks, and a couple guys actually smacked her ass. Isabelle had dressed her very... different compared to what she normally forced her into. This time, she was wearing destroyed high wasted shorts, with a grey sleeveless shirt that said 'I'm leaving you for L.A.' For shoes, she was wearing Keds, with a blue and white design. Her wild, flaming red hair was left down, though tamed. As another guy smacked her ass, and prepared to turn around and return the favor to his face, a shout cut her off.
"HEY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY GIRLFRIEND!" She could of recognized that voice anywhere. She searched around frantically for his blond head of hair, but when she turned to face who smacked her, she saw Jace. Only he was grabbing the collar of supposed 'smacker' in his fist, his right fist poised above his head ready to punch the guy in the face.
"Jace. Jace. Jace!" Clary wrenched him from said smacker, finally taking a good look at the guy. Raphael Santiago.
"Santiago! Don't forget, I'm captain of the football team, dating the captain of the cheerleading squad. Let that sink in." Jace didn't wait for a response, just grabbed Clary's hand, and pulled her with him towards their lockers, people naturally parting like the Red Sea to let them through. After gathering their belonging from their lockers, they linked hands and headed to science.
After school, Clary had to go out to dinner with her parents, they said their was some sort of announcement they had to tell her. So when Jace dropped her off, he decided to just head home and watch T.V. for once, instead of working out. He put on 'Big Bang Theory', and tried to stay awake, but fell asleep 5 minutes in.
Later, still asleep, he started to wake up, thinking he heard someone coming in the house, but figured it was just one of his parents. But 5 minutes later, he felt the couch sag with extra weight, and before he could even open his eyes, lips were on his and he heard a camera shutter. He first thought it was Clary, but soon realized it wasn't. This girl didn't kiss like Clary, or feel like Clary, and didn't have this sticky lip gloss all over her lips. He snapped his eyes open, and was met with the blue eyes of no one other than, Kaelie. A school slut who he once had hooked up with. Only she still thinks he has feelings for her, but just won't admit it. Jace threw her off, jumping off the couch to the other side of the room, as far from her as possible.
"Kaelie! What are you doing!" Jace bellowed.
"Don't deny it. You know you want me. You're just trying to make me jealous with that stupid, ugly, idiotic fucking Clary." She spit Clary's name out with venom clear in her voice.
"Don't you dare, ever, let me fucking hear you say anything about her again. Don't talk to me. Don't talk to her. Leave me alone! Do I need to say it in a different language? Déjame en paz! Lass mich in Ruhe! Laissez-moi tranquille!"
"Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you!" Kaelie retorted angrily, but with a sly grin on her face as she stomped out of his house.
"The fuck is wrong with that girl..." Jace muttered.
Clary was dreading this stupid dinner her parents were taking her to, even if it was just them, she didn't feel like going out, she just wanted to go to Jace's. But she had to go. And since Isabelle completely remodeled the contents of her closet, she tried to pick the least show-offy outfit she could find. After much contemplation, she finally just pulled out a sleeveless black dress that went just below her butt, paired with black flats.
Once they arrived, Valentine walked them to a table in the back, but it was set for 6, rather than three.
"Dad? Why's there 6 plates here? I thought it was just us." Clary asked confused.
"No. That's why we wanted to go out. I'm partnering with a company. He has a wife, and son. The son actually goes to your school, maybe you know him. Well, even if you don't, you better get used to him, because they're moving next door." To the right of Clary's house, was the Lightwood's house, but to her left, was a house that was until now, up for sale. As Clary was about to ask who it was, there was a throat cleared behind her. "Ah yes, this is him, Clary!" Her father exclaimed. She turned around, not at all expecting who was there.
"Santiago." Clary grumbled.
"Clary!" Raphael greeted, kissing her cheek. Clary pulled back ready to smack him. "Always a pleasure..." He muttered unconvincingly.
Clary stalked back to her seat, Raphael taking a seat next to her, much to her own dislike. She groaned, and he just kept staring at her.
"Look, I know I'm attractive, and the most popular girl at school, and that it's hard not to, but you seriously don't need to stare at me because of it." Clary retorted smug.
"Clarissa!" Valentine shouted at her, clearly displeased with her behavior.
"Oh, no sir. It's all okay. This is just Clary's and my way of messing around with each other, isn't it, Clare?" Raphael replied convincingly. Clary scrunched her brows together when he called her 'Clare.'
"It's Clary. Not Clare..." She replied.
"It's a nickname. It'll grow on you." He countered, winking at her. She just rolled her eyes and turned back to her menu.
As much as Clary tried to resist it, she Raphael growing on her. Not in that way. But in a friendship way. He was very funny, and actually had a soft side. At the end of dinner, they swapped numbers, him telling her to call him.
"When are you moving?" Clary asked him nonchalantly.
"Actually, we just finished. All moved in."
"Really?" She asked incredulously.
"Yup. Guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other soon, huh?" He grinned at her.
"Yeah sure, neighbor." She muttered, just before she slipped off the curb and fell face first to the ground, preparing herself for the impact.
But finding instead a pair of arms encircling her waist. She opened her eyes, and found herself wrapped in Raphael's arms, getting lost in his eyes.
"Better be more careful next time, neighbor." He said softly, but very un-Raphael like. There was no wink, or grin, just complete realness. He set her back on her feet, kissing her hand before walking away with his parents to their car.
Clary was freaking out. She'd only ever gotten lost in Jace's eyes. No other guy had ever been able to do that to her. Wh- She shook her head to rid her thoughts. She loved Jace, and Jace loved her. That was all there was to it. That's all she needed. She was NOT falling for Raphael. And she promised herself that she would NEVER be with him that way. Only as friends. Friends are good.
As Clary got home, she walked across her yard to Jace's house, eager to see him. She knocked on the door, and was almost immediately met with Jace. "He-" She started, but was soon cut off by his lips on hers.
She was unresponsive at first, but soon relaxed into, though it ended all too soon as far as she was concerned.
"Sorry. I just really needed to do that." He said desperately.
"Hey, no apologies necessary. I'm good with that as a greeting anytime." She replied back.
"Let's go watch some T.V. or something." Jace got Clary inside by picking her up and carrying her to the couch.
"I can walk you know." She retorted playfully.
"I know. But I needed practice." When she looked at him confused, he continued. "Well, when we get married, I'll have to carry you over the threshold, so I wanted some practice."
Clary's heart nearly stopped. Not only did he just even bring up marriage with her, but he said when. Not if. When. When we get married. When we get married. That's all that kept replaying in her head.
Jace seemed to have caught on to what she was thinking, because when they reached the couch he got very serious, as if remembering something. "Clary, you know that I love you right. No matter what happens, I'll always love you. Forever and always." Jace told her, looking her straight in the eyes. She tried to detect any sense that he was lying, but couldn't find any.
"I- I love you too. Jace why do you look so uptight, and... scared?"
"Nothing... Just remember that okay?"
"Umm... Okay?"
A few hours later, Clary woke up, finding herself facing the back of the couch laying down, with Jace pressed up against her, his arm over her waist. She didn't feel the need to move, or wake him up, so she just pulled her phone out and started scrolling on Instagram.
She was scrolling so fast and carelessly that she almost didn't even see it. But not fast enough.
She slowly scrolled back up against her own will, seeing something she'd never even imagined in her worst nightmare. There, in the picture, you could clearly see Kaelie. She was kissing some guy. But it wasn't just some guy.
It was Jace.
It was suddenly all she could do to not throw up right there on Jace's couch. She had to get out of there immediately. She tried getting out of Jace's hold, but his grip only tightened. She tried throwing his arm off her waist, but he instead only rolled over on top of her, making it completely impossible to even hope of getting out without waking him up.
"Get off me." She tried to say steadily and without yelling, but he was unresponsive, after trying the same thing many times, she gave up with controlling her emotions. "OFF! GET OFF ME!" She yelled, making him jump, but he relaxed when he saw it was only her.
"Clare-Be-" He started.
"No. Don't call me that. Get the hell off of me. Now."
"Wh-" He started again.
"Now! Just get off me! I don't want to even look at you, and it's taking all I can to not throw up right here and now." She screamed, starting to cry.
He finally rolled off her, but didn't let her leave the couch.
"Clary, please, please tell me what's wrong. We don't keep secrets from each other." He begged her.
"Ha! Could have fooled me!" When Jace just stared at her in confusion, she thrust her phone into his face. His face went through a range of emotions. From confusion, to anger, finishing with realization.
"No, Clary! I was as-" He tried to explain.
"Save it! I don't want your stupid fucking lame ass excuses!" Clary's phone was still thrust in his face, and a message from Raphael popped up.
Hey, Clare. Wanna come over?
Jace's face went from realization, to red hot anger. "Raphael! You're hooking up with Raphael?!"
"NO! I don't cheat! At least I can say that for myself! He's actually a nice guy! And he's moving next door to me. Actually, already moved." Clary shouted, storming out the door before stopping and saying, "Let that sink in." And then slammed the door shut behind her.
"I'm going to fucking kill you Kaelie." Jace growled.
Clary couldn't completely see where she was going, since her eyes were full of tears. She couldn't believe what had just happened in the last 5 minutes. Less than an hour ago, she was perfectly happy. Now, she just wanted to cry. And cry. And cry.
So that's what she did.
Only she didn't do it alone.
After repeatedly pounding on the front door, it finally opened to reveal Raphael with a baseball bat in his hands, poised to strike.
"Get back yo- Clary? What's wrong?" Clary didn't answer him, just ran into his arms and cried. And he held her until she stopped, though he did pick her up and took her upstairs to his room. After she finally stopped, he asked her what was wrong.
"Jace... I was at Jace's. And we were asleep on the couch, and he was behind me so I was up against the couch, and I woke up. Well I went on my phone on Instagram, and... here." She handed him her phone, still open to the picture that crushed her.
"I'm going to kill that bastard." Raphael grumbled.
"No. I don't want any contact with him at all. Nothing. Ther-" She was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Raphael muttered.
Clary pushed 'deny', but the second she put her phone down it rang again, only to end by her pushing 'deny'. The cycle continued until finally it just stopped. Clary almost sighed with relief, but then the text messages came.
Clary please answer!-12:07 A.M.
Clary I didn't do it! I was asleep! When I came home from school and dropped you off, I went home to watch T.V., but I fell asleep. And then I heard the door opening, but I just thought it was either Robert or Maryse. But then someone was kissing me, and I knew it wasn't you so I threw her off, but not before I heard the sound of a camera. It was Kaelie.-12:14 A.M.
Clary you have to believe me!-12:16 A.M.
PLEASE CLARY!-12:17 A.M.
Clary you're all I have! I love you!-12:18 A.M.
Ugh! This isn't what was supposed to happen! We were supposed to get married, and have kids, and live the fairytale life where we all live happily ever after.-12:30 A.M.
You have to believe me! Please!-12:42 A.M.
Every text sent a little knife through Clary's heart, but the fairytale text broke it in half. That's what was supposed to happen. Not what's going to happen. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and thrust her phone towards Raphael.
"What? What do you want me to do with it?"
"I don't care. But I can't read those." She replied hastily.
"Okay..." Raphael trailed off, obviously distracted by doing something on Clary's phone. A couple minutes later, he handed it back to her, a smug look on his face.
"What did you do?" Clary asked hesitantly.
"Ohhhh nothing." He replied innocently.
Clary double clicked her home button, bringing up the most recent apps, and messages was first, though there was a message sent from her phone, to Jace. She reluctantly clicked to the conversation, and began reading what Raphael sent from her phone.
Listen you douchebag. I don't care about your sorry ass excuses. Save your tears for your pillow man. But what you did was low. A cheater? And then you have the audacity to lie to her about it! Anyway, she doesn't wanna talk to you at all. No contact, whatsoever. Jeez, good luck diggin' yourself outta this hole, buddy. Jk we're not buddy's. P.S. this is Raphael using Clary's phone... Because she's at my house... Let that sink in... ; )
Clary looked at him, seeing he expected her to be mad. But instead she just leaned her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him, but refusing to cry. "Thanks." "You're no-" "No. I'm not."
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