A/N: thank you for the reviews and appreciate them so much. I think i have made them like each other too quickly buy Im not sure. I am open to any alterations i should make and any constructive criticism. I am going to try ti update very couple of days homework and revision permitting. So here's chapter 4 after Jace has just confessed his love for Clary Fray.
chapter 4:
Clary's POV:
That night I spend thinking all about my first day but my thoughts just got redirected to Jace. His eyes. His pure golden hair. His soft lips right before they were about to touch mine. I don't know why I am so caught up with him in the first six hours of school. Seriously, I have no clue.
Since I can't sleep, I lay on my stomach and pull out my sketch pad and pencils. My sketch pad is like my own diary but with pictures instead of words. I draw things that I love or I have recently encountered. It's mainly just a way to let off steam from the stressful day.
I have a knack for drawing with my eyes closed. As crazy as it sounds, it works. I just position my pencil over the paper and wait for an image to fill my head. I do this now and after a while I open my eyes and see a blonde angel staring back up at me. He has curly tangled hair that shimmers in the sunlight. The most striking part is the eyes. Golden with a tinge of yellow. Then I suddenly realise something. Oh my god that's Jace. I just drew him and these pencils don't rub out. What if I get caught by someone and then they know I like him. But the worst thing that could possibly happen would be for Jace to pick it up himself. I mentally face palm when I think back to the conversation we had earlier. Why did I tell him about the rose. My heart is beating one to the dozen and I can't think straight at all.
Before I know it, my alarm is blaring in my ear. I get out of bed and I feel like a zombie. Maybe I'll have brains for breakfast. I do my hair and make up etc. and walk down the stairs. I wonder what Jace has in store for me today.
Jace's POV:
I drag myself down the stairs and scream. A big fat green duck is sitting on the kitchen worktop staring at me straight in the eye. Blood thirsty beast. I slowly back out of the room only using my knowledge that ducks don't take kindly to sudden movements. I sprint up the stairs and fling the door of Alec's room open. I guess he was asleep but he was now screaming at me.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? ITS TUESDAY MORNING!" he shouts, his cheeks turning as red as a tomato.
"THERES A BLOODY DUCK DOWNSTAIRS! GET RID OF IT!" spiders I can deal with but ducks, no way in hell.
Alec groans and flops back down on his bed. I grab his leg as there is probably a chance that the wont get up if I leave him, and drag him out of bed. Literally. I drag him out of his room and down the stairs. I know that doesn't sound too nice of me but when a duck is involved, I don't care about carpet burns.
"If I get rid of the duck, will you let go of me?!" I consider this and decide it was for the best. I let him go and stand behind him, using him as some sort of shield. When we reach the kitchen, the duck has gone. I start to panic because if its not here, then it has to be somewhere. I bet its waiting to pounce on me when Alec leaves.
"Where is it? You better have not made me get up for no reason!" I roll my eyes and try to keep my heart beat low and steady. Ducks should be banished to the ninth circle of hell. Hopefully they will freeze into extinction.
"It was here. Oh well at least it's gone. I'm going to get changed. I'll see you at school." I run back upstairs and into my room, making sure that I keep an eye out for that pesky duck.
When I'm ready I sprint back down the stairs and out the front door. I would say I have more things to worry about than a duck but that would be a lie. I hop into my car and make my way to school. When I arrive at my regular parking spot, I see Clary leaning against her bike with her sketch pad resting in her hands. My heart beat picks up as I look at the girl I'm falling in love with. I am able to admit that to myself since I confessed it to Isabelle the other day.
I get out my car and lean against it, marvelling at just how pretty she is. Her red wavy hair framing her pale face. It's not a awfully pale face but it suits her well. Her green eyes, as bright as emeralds but as smooth as a Jade stone.
She suddenly realises that I'm standing there and she quickly takes her sketch pad out of my view. Hmm what's that about? I will have to find out later.
"Hey. Not waiting for me are you? Am I just too beautiful for you so you have to marvel at my gorgeousness all the time?" I smirk at her and walk closer.
"Not likely." she tries to not smile but fails immediately. Her smile lights up her whole face which only makes her shine more.
I walk a little closer and put my hands on her waist. Its all I can do to not pull her against me and kiss her, hard and passionately. My nose touches hers and I feel her stiffen but then what surprises me most is that she puts her hands on my waist. We stare into each others eyes for a long time that feels like years. I am so in the moment that I hardly notice the awkward cough that comes from my left. Whoever ruined our moment was going to pay. Big time.
I let go of Clary and turn to face the rude and idiotic person who ruined it. It turns out that it is Isabelle. What a surprise. She has a sly grin spread across her face that I instantly hate.
"I just came over to say hello. You know." I just want to walk right up to her and wipe that smile off her face. God dammit.
"Well, I'll be off then." and with that off she ran and the bell decided to ring. Since I don't have first period with Clary, I walk off in a silent rage that is deadly to whoever decides to come into my personal space.
Clary's POV:
Thank you Isabelle. I know that any girl would have killed to be in the position I was in but if Isabelle weren't there to break it up, I wouldn't have been able to control myself. What is he doing to me? Good God.
Since Jace isn't in the first three periods, I don't have to worry about him. Before I know it, its lunch time and I make my way again to my locker. I hear someone lean against the locker next to mine and I turn to see none other than Jace. But before I can say a thing, Aline the schools Barbie, stalks up to me and Jace.
"I see you've met my boyfriend then." she gives a smug smile when my mouth drops to the floor. I look at Jace and he seems as shocked as I am.
"Well I'm sorry to break it to you but your not my girlfriend." Jace says without missing a beat. How can he do that?
"Well why are you hanging around with this thing?" she pulls a face when she says thing. How dare she!
"We're lovers." whaaaaat? I look at Jace and he looks at me. His eyes say Just go with it please. So I do.
"You're lying." she is so indenial its unbelievable.
"No I'm not. Why would you say that?" Jace replies with a look of mock hurt on his face.
"Okay then. Prove it."
"Fine then." Jace turns to me and quickly leans towards me. His lips touch mine urgently and I freeze. But then I think 'what the hell just go with it" and I kiss him back. His lips are soft but desperate. He pushes me up against my locker and crushes into me. I wrap my arms around his neck, clutching him closer to me. Jace's tongue flick lightly against my bottom lip and I groan with so much desire that I kiss him harder. His hands clutch at the small of my back pressing me harder against him if that was even possible. I respond by wrapping my legs around his waist. At this he smiles against my lips.
"I don't want to stop but we're creating quite a big crowd." I know this is to make Aline jealous so I don't think anything of it. I unwrap my legs from his waist and turn back to Aline with a look of pure shock written all over her face.
That is just about the time when I decide to wake up and find myself sitting up in my bed, breathing heavily. Was that all a dream?
A/N: Ooh cliff hanger I thought that I'd just leave you on a interesting point of the story. Was it real or was it all a dream? I know that its quite a cheesy cliff hanger. But what can you do? please read and review it would mean a lot.
