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Chapter 4: Diaries
Clary was going to get it.
That's all Jace could comprehend when Jonathan had burst into his room at eight o'clock at night and started ranting. When he'd seen Jonathan, it had taken every ounce of restraint Jace had not to roll around on the floor laughing. His dark hair was now too stark against his pale skin.
"Dude," Jace said, "I'm pretty sure that's my mom's hair dye."
Jonathan glared at him. "Great, so it's not going to come out. Lovely. More the reason to get back at her."
"Why can't you two just talk, like normal siblings?" Jace wondered. At that moment, the door creaked open and Isabelle peeked through.
"Hey, Jonathan." Izzy smirked. "Nice hair."
Jonathan pointed a finger accusingly at her. "You," he said through gritted teeth. "Is this shit coming out?"
"Hm..." Isabelle tapped her chin mockingly. "I don't know."
Jace snorted. "It'll wash out after twenty-eight washes," Jace informed his friend. "Maryse had accidentally boughten the wrong hair dye once and lost the receipt. She gets her hair done professionally done."
"You could've said that earlier," Jonathan huffed. He plopped himself down on Jace's bed.
"We Lightwoods like to build suspense," Isabelle said. She looked from one boy to the other. "Well, this was fun, but I've got nails to paint."
She sauntered out the door, shutting it behind her. Jonathan turned on Jace. "You said you'd help."
Jace rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? Are you going to actually listen to me this time?"
"Depends. How stupid is your plan?"
"Pretty stupid." Jace grinned. "Then again, so are we."
Jonathan leaned forward, resting his face in his hands. "I'm listening."
"It's quite simple, actually," Jace went on. "Even you could've thought of it."
Frustration grew on Jon's face. "Dude, just tell me."
"Nope." Jace sat back, crossing his legs. "Think: what's the most important thing to Clary?"
"You want me to kidnap her teddy bear?" Jonathan asked quizzically. "Okay, but I'm telling you, she peed on Mr. Cuddles as a baby. Sure, the washing machine 'cleaned' it, but come—"
Jace hit him upside the head. "No, dumbass. Her sketchbook. She's always nose-deep in that thing."
Jonathan's eyes widened in understanding. "Ohhhh." He grinned. "That's good. I should really listen to you more often."
Jace rolled his tawny eyes. He kicked himself off the bed. "After six years, now you finally listen."
Clary stuffed her math textbook into her locker. It was crammed with crumpled up papers and old, broken pencils. Slowly, she wiggled her Physics text book from the bottom and shut the door quickly. And jumped.
Jace was leaning against the lockers, a predatory look in his face. "Hey, Carrot."
"What does my brother want now?" Clary sighed.
Jace arched a brow. "So I'm only allowed to talk to you when I'm running errands for your brother? Ouch."
Clary narrowed her eyes at his golden ones. They glinted, like the precious metal itself. "Yes."
His eyes shifted quickly to the bag that was slung cross-body, then back to her face. "Fine. I know when I'm not wanted."
"That's shocking," said Clary, "seeing as you're always wanted."
Jace winked. "Damn right." He ruffled her hair,earning a noise of protest from Clary. "Later, Carrot."
Clary blinked confusedly at his back. Simon appeared at her side, tapping her shoulder. "Hey," he said. "What was that about?"
Clary shrugged. "Just Jace being Jace. Ready for torture?"
"I'll have you know," Simon started, "that Physics is important for everyone's daily—"
"Yes, yes." Clary slung her arm around Simon's shoulder. "This is why you're my nerd best friend: to tell me stupid things I don't need to know about my pointless classes."
"Shut up," said Simon, but he was smiling. "Let's go."
Clary laced his arm with hers and tugged him along.
"So, where is it?" Jonathan demanded.
Jace rolled his eyes. "It's in her bag," he said. "Just like I told you."
Jonathan raised his hands in a surrender motion. "Hey, I just wanted to be sure." He tilted his head to the side. "So, you remember the plan, right?"
"Well, yeah, seeing as it was my plan."
Jonathan shoved his shoulder. "Oh, shut up. You're the only one who has three classes with her." He looked at Jace pointedly. "Don't screw up."
Jace casted his eyes skyward. "Yeah," he said. "I've got this."
Clary was late to English. Again. It wasn't her fault that her Physics class was on the opposite side of the school.
Clary was out of breath when she finally reached the classroom. She quickly scanned the room for an empty seat, but the only vacant one was next to...Jace. Of course.
She grit her teeth and moved to the seat, preparing for forty-six minutes of torment and pain. Not to mention, that damn pen of his.
Jace eyes flashed playfully when she sat down, but for once, he didn't open his mouth to say "Hey, Carrot." Clary was slightly skeptical, but relieved as she put her bag on the floor and reached for her folder and pencil. She pulled out the page of Epic Conventions they were going over and started doodling little flowers in the margin. She felt eyes on her and turned her head to Jace. "Can I help you?"
Jace smirked. "You already did," he whispered back, and continued spinning his pencil in between his fingers. Clary furrowed her brows, but disregarded his strange manner. She continued drawing for the rest of class in a peaceful trance. When the bell rang, she didn't notice until her teacher tapped her on the shoulder. "Come on, Clary," Ms. Graymark said, "it's time for lunch."
Clary looked over at the empty seat beside her. Jace's seat. He just left. Clary nodded at her teacher and got up.
Something's definitely going on.
It was easy, really, taking the sketchbook. Easier than it should've been. Jace walked down the empty halls with the spiral binding in his palm, looking behind him every few seconds. He made his way to the greenhouse. It was the only place he could find peace and quiet in this book. As he opened the heavy metal door, he realized that Clary would love it. She loved to draw simply beautiful things.
And, indeed, it was stunning. Lilac flowers bloomed on pine-green bushes. Buds dotted the plant beside it. The gardener once told him that they were Midnight Flowers, and only open at midnight. Jace doubted it, but he went along with the story. Taller vines wrapped around the metal stands, creating a beautiful tangle of greens and browns. The best part was, though, only he knew about it.
He lowered himself to the ground, resting the book on his thighs. "Clary's sketchbook" was written across the front in teal glitter-pen. This was Clary's diary, he knew. She never showed anyone what was in it. He ran his fingers across the letters slowly and opened the cover. The first drawing was of a stallion, beautifully penciled in. It was galloping through an empty field specked with wild flowers, once again making Jace think about how Clary would love the greenhouse.
He turned the pages carefully. Drawings of Jonathan and her family, Simon and Isabelle, came after. Random bits of beauty, such as a cracked vase and tulips in springtime followed. She was good, Jace realized. But as he reached the middle of the book, the theme in drawings changed. She was drawing rings with stars on them, angel wings with blood coating the feathers, dripping into a cup of gold. After a drawing of an ornate sword, Jace turned the page. His eyes widened. His heartbeat sped up. It was unmistakable.
His own face looked up at him from the page. His features were not unlike an avenging angel. And, sure enough, angel wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, looking down-soft. Jonathan was next to him, his wings all colored black like his eyes. So this was what she thought of the two. Jonathan was the fallen. Jace was the light.
Jace shut the book harshly and stared at the cover. He took a deep breath.
What have I done?
A/N: ...well, what has he done? :)
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