Merry Christmas! Really sorry I haven't updated, been busy with exams and stuff. Plus my internet died on me for a week, which is annoying. Anyway, here's Chapter 4. Hope you like it
Disclaimer: I didn't own Mortal Instruments. All characters and references belong to Cassandra Clare.
Chapter 4
They stared at each other for what seemed to be a long time. Clary gazed into the boy's mesmerising, unusual golden eyes. He had the hair to match, but what she noticed the most was that he was stunningly beautiful and he was on top of her.
Jace looked into deep pools of green. He found himself lost in her eyes. The girl, he had unceremonisally tackled to the ground, had a flaming red hair and was very pretty. Not hot, like Aline or any of the other girls he hooked up with, but beautiful in her own simple way. She suddenly blushed as she noticed their situation. Jace smirked but got up. He held out is hand to her, but she flinched away. Felling a bit rejected he said,
"Hi." Come on Jace, you can think of a better greeting than that!
"I'm Jace. Sorry about Izzy, she has anger issues." He chuckled. Isabelle would kill him if she knew he had said that. "What's your name by the way?
Clary awkwardly got up off the floor.
"Umm…" She fidgeted. "My name's Clary." She mumbled.
"Ok then. Come on then, Clary." Jace started walking away, expecting her to follow. Clary looked around warily, as if to see if there were any more mad people going to chase after her, and hurried after him. She only carried a small rucksack and seemed to be clutching it protectively.
"Where are we going?" Clary asked, struggling to keep up with Jace's long legs.
"Back to my house. Just to warn you Izzy will probably jump on you. In a good way, she'll want to apologise." He added, seeing Clary's worried face. They walked back in silence. Jace kept sneaking looks at her. It was then he realised that she was actually very short. She was at least 5'2 and her head came just below his chin. He wondered why she had turned up at his house.
As soon as they got through the front gate, Isabelle flew out the house and launched herself at Clary.
"Oh my God, I'm sooo sorry! I didn't realise it wasn't Aline and I just got so angry and I just grabbed the first thing I saw and charged downstairs. Not thinking for one moment that it might not be Aline and of course it wasn't, it was you. But, I'm really sorr-"
"Alright Izzy!" Jace interrupted. "I think Clary has got the message, don't scare her off again."
"Oh. Right. Sorry. Anyway, my name is Isabelle, but you can call me Izzy if you want."
Clary was a bit shocked to say the least about Isabelle's outburst. "It's fine." She smiled weakly. "Nice I meet you. I'm Clary."
"That's great!" Izzy squealed, "We're going to be best friends, just you wait. Come on in and I'll get you a drink." Isabelle linked arms with Clary and dragged her in the house.
Clary gave Jace a 'Help me!' look as Izzy pulled her into the house. Jace just rolled his eyes and followed them in. Isabelle always liked to make up for what she had done wrong by giving them something. He remembered when she had spilt something on his favourite t-shirt. He had got really angry with her and she had gone to town the next day to buy him the very same t-shirt with her own money.
Clary was towed into their living room.
"Ok, sit anywhere and I'll go and get you a drink."
"Wait!" Isabelle stopped halfway to the kitchen. "Thank you, but I don't want anything.
"Are you sure do you want anything to eat or something?"
"No, I'm fine thanks."
"Oh. Ok then." Izzy came to sit opposite her.
"What I want to know is what you're doing in this town in the middle of nowhere, and why you knocked on our door." Clary jumped at Jace's voice. She hadn't noticed him enter the room.
"Well…" She took out the piece of paper with her uncle's details on. "I want to know where Sebastian Morgenstern is."
Jace was shocked and his face showed it. He shared a glance with Isabelle who looked a bit worried.
"You don't want anything to do with him." Jace said shortly.
"Why?"
"Well… Sebastian Morgenstern is an alcoholic and to tell you the truth he loses his temper a lot and takes it out on people weaker than him. As I said, you don't want anything to do with him."
"Oh." Clary looked at them both. Well this was going to be awkward. "He… he's my uncle." There was a shocked silence.
Jace spoke up first. "Your uncle?"
"Yes, I came here to," Clary hesitated. "I came here because of family problems and he's the only one I have left." She felt hopelessness build up inside her.
"What happened to your parents?" Isabelle asked attentively.
A sob escaped Clary's lips.
"Hey, hey. I'm sorry." Isabelle sat next to her and placed to comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry I asked. You don't have to tell us."
"Thanks, I'd rather not talk about it. I just need to find him."
Clary looked so vulnerable with her big green eyes, that Jace just wanted to comfort her and tell her it will be ok an- Hang on. Jace shook his head. He didn't usually think that way. Damm, that girl is affecting me.
Jace stood up and looked at his watch. "Come on. It's almost 7:30, he'll get home in a few minutes. I'll take you to his house, it's not very far."
"Will you? Thank you." Clary turned to Izzy.
"I take it you'll be going to the same school as us, so I'll see you on Monday." Izzy smiled and hugged Clary. Not noticing when she stifled a gasp and moved uncomfortably when Izzy squeezed one of her black bruises.
"Bye Izzy."
Jace was waiting for her outside. She shouldered her backpack and met him at the gate. He looked angelic as the sun shone out from behind him. Making his blond hair look like it was glowing and making his eyes glow. Clary ached to draw him. He smiled at her and she noticed a chip in his tooth, which was his only flaw.
"You ready?"
Clary nodded.
"This way then." Jace led her to the house across the road.
