A/N: Disclaimer says I don't own any characters, yadda yadda.
Ooooh, dramalama with Clary and Jace. =] What will happen next?
We'll find out…
NOW.
Read on! =]
SLTF
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JACE
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I stared at Clary's back as she took a seat next to her friend Weasel Face with my anger in check. I'd tried to talk to her, but no. She had to shrug me off like I was some sort of disgusting insect and glare at me with those fiery eyes. I watched her purposefully keep her back to me. Oh no, she was not going to get away with that.
Then again, I noticed something interesting about our short conversation. When she barged in on Aline and I, she acted completely normal. But judging by her reaction just now with the shrugging off and the snappy retorts and the "Please leave me alone, Jace", she's not as great as she says she is. A thought hit me immediately.
What if Clary Fray is jealous?
Oh Lord, I'm going to milk this for all that its worth.
She is one confusing girl. I'm getting all these signals saying no, but then some saying yes and now she's possibly interested? I felt the smirk start to work its way up my face. I glanced up at the clock that hung above the closet. I have another 20 minutes of class before lunch. Good. I should be able to talk to her in that time. If not, I'll cancel my plans to go to Alec's house during lunch and instead hang with Isabelle in the caf as she always does. Because wherever Isabelle is, so is Clary.
A loud squealing pig jolted me out of my thoughts. I whipped my head around in shock, wondering where the hell a pig came from. It turns out it was only one of Aline's friends who was freaking out about something. I coughed a laugh before noticing that Aline was staring at me. Quite expectantly, in fact.
Hell, I hope she doesn't expect me to ask her to lunch or anything. She seemed to be the same as me. Just looking for a little fun. Nothing serious. I ignored her and reverted my gaze back to Clary's slight back. She was moving her arms in a dramatic fashion as Simon watched her intently. Very intently. Almost reverent.
This time I laughed out loud.
Simon was in love with Clary. It was so obvious now that I saw it. The lingering touches, the random moments of him turning red, the way he watched her move… oh, this is just classic. What can I do with this new tidbit of information?
What else but make it extremely uncomfortable for him?
With that, I strode purposefully over to the two of them, knelt and slid my hands onto Clary's shoulders, down her arms to her wrists. I felt her stiffen under my touch, but nothing made this moment worth it without the look on Simon's face.
"Excuse me, Weasel Face, but I need to steal Clary for a moment. She promised to help me with one of Romeo and Juliet's kissing scenes. But seeing as she's a little shy, I'm going to take her some place a little less…" I trailed off and pretended to think. "Public."
"Jace!" Clary whipped around. She was blushing madly. I grinned wider. She looked back at her friend. "Simon, that's not–"
"C'mon, Clary." I grasped her wrists and heaved her up. "Time to practice." I winked at Simon. "Well, you know what I mean."
The anger that flared in his dull eyes just made this all the more fun. I waggled my fingers at him in goodbye and dragged Clary to the costume closet. Once we were inside and I'd locked the door, Clary walked deeper into the closet before turning on me, absolutely livid.
"Well that was fun–"
"Who do you think you are?" Clary shouted. I put my hands up in front of me innocently.
"Whatever do you mean?"
Her chest was rising and falling with deep pants. I enjoyed the sight for a few seconds before returning my gaze back to Clary's.
"You know what I mean. I never promised anything like that. And that you said that in front of Simon–" she said, clearly flustered.
"Oh, psh." I said flippantly. "Weasel Face will love you no matter who you make out with."
"Wh– " Clary gaped at me.
"Oops. I guess I let the cat out of the bag." I shrugged. "It was only a matter of time before you found out anywa– "
"Who said anything about making out?" she glared at me.
"I did." I replied.
She shook her head furiously. "Knock it off, Jace."
"I think the words you were looking for were "Take it off, Jace", and to that, I will gladly comply." I grinned and started pulling the hem of my shirt up. Clary let out a squeak and ran forward. She wrapped her hands around mine and shoved them down, not allowing my shirt to go any higher than my navel. "Well if you want to start lower, I can work with that." I led her fingers to the top of my jeans.
"JACE!" Clary yanked her hands away. Her face was almost as red as her hair.
I laughed. "Just as I said before; shy."
"I'm not interested." Clary said tersely.
"Right." I raised an eyebrow and saw Clary's glare deepen. "And that's exactly why you were normal when you interrupted Aline and I, but then were shrugging me off and snapping at me afterwards."
Clary was silent for a moment before saying "That's not exactly something you like seeing when you go into a drama room closet to get props for practicing."
"I'm sure plenty of girls would like to see that if they came in. They know there's enough of me to go around." I grinned. "And they know I'd let them join in the fun."
"You're a pig!" Clary cried and swung her hand forward to smack my arm. I swiftly caught her wrist and yanked her forward into my chest. She stared up at me in shock before blushing madly.
I leaned down and smiled. "Am I really?"
"Let me go." She muttered, her brow furrowed.
"I don't think you want me to." I whispered back. She started to push me away with her free hand, so I captured it in my own.
"Are you always this aggressive?" she retorted, but her face was still a pleasant pink.
"Are you always this resistant, even when you're getting what you want?" I replied easily.
"Stop answering questions with questions." Clary shot at me.
"Stop avoiding answering my questions to your questions."
"Jace." She said sternly.
"Clary." I ran the tip of my nose down her cheek and along her jawline. I heard and felt when her breathing started to speed up. I trailed my lips down her neck and at the very base, planted a soft kiss. Most girls would be pulling off my shirt by this point.
Then again, Clary wasn't most girls.
I thought I'd made progress when I felt her turn her head towards me. I lifted my face to hers and smiled when I saw her eyelids lower and her lips slightly parted. I was surprised to notice that my heart was thrumming against my chest. Once she started to move her hands up, I let them go. She slid them up, her fingertips grazing my sides. I involuntarily shivered. Clary captured my face in her hands, pulled me forward and pushed her mouth next to my ear. I started to turn my head so I could finally kiss her; my whole body was vibrating in anticipation. Her lips were soft on my ear, but her voice was not when she said, "Leave. Me. Alone." before she non-too-gently shoved me away.
It was the exact opposite from what I was expecting, so she caught me off balance and I landed hard on my ass. I peered up at her in the dim lighting and saw her flushed face looking down at me.
"Feisty," I commented with a smirk. "I like it."
She crossed her arms and glared. I got up and brushed myself off, undeterred.
"So, Romeo and Juliet, huh?" I smiled as I stood at my full height, leaving her several inches shorter than me.
"Shut up." She scoffed. "You don't even care about drama."
"Oh, but I do."
"Doubt it. I bet you haven't even read Romeo and Juliet." She grumbled.
"Grade 9 English, Mr. Tucker." I recited. Clary pursed her lips in annoyance. I thought it was cute. "Who are you auditioning for?" I asked. "Juliet?" I mock-gasped and clutched my heart. Clary smacked my arm, making me laugh. From the look on her face, I could tell that I was right. "Really? Juliet? So cliché."
"I loved that play." Clary snapped defensively. "Of course I'm trying out for Juliet. Not that you'd understand. You couldn't and wouldn't try out to be Romeo."
I spontaneously grabbed Clary hands, and out came another quote;
"When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,
And these, who, often drowned, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun."
Clary stared at me, her mouth dropping open in shock. I smiled, pleased with myself. She straightened her shoulders and yanked her hands from my grasp.
"What scene?" she asked coldly.
"Act One, Scene Two." I said confidently.
"Who said it to who?" she sniped.
"Romeo to Benvolio." I retorted.
"What about?"
"Discussing the idea of going to Capulet's party so that Romeo can compare Rosaline to the other girls so that he can get over her."
"But?"
"But Romeo doesn't want to. He believes she is so beautiful that he will never do such a thing. He only decides to go so he can see her once again." I finished with a flourish, and just to piss her off, did an overdramatic bow.
"Oh, get up." She tugged me into a standing position by the collar of my shirt.
"You know that totally turned you on."
"Every word that leaves your mouth actually does the exact opposite. Now, if you'll excuse me." Clary huffed before pushing past me. I followed her to the door.
"You don't think I'd make a good Romeo?" I pestered.
"No. Maybe you could be the Servant. After all, then you wouldn't have to try hard at anything, would you?" Clary shot back, her hand on the door knob.
I reached forward and put my hand on top of hers, enjoying how my proximity made her squirm. Especially when I knew it wasn't because she wanted to get away.
"I guess we'll see." I breathed in her ear before using her fingers to unlock the door and twist the handle. I pushed her forward and she stumbled. Clary turned back to glare at me.
I smiled and strode past her, reaching Simon. I ducked down so I was crouched next to him.
"Did you know she was so good at using her tongue? Honestly, it should be an art." I whispered, watching Simon's hands clench so hard his knuckles turned white. "But you would know about that, wouldn't you?" Now they were trembling. With rage? I hope so. "Oh, wait. You're just her friend. You wouldn't know about that." He let out a gust of air through his teeth. "Sucks for you." I emphasized the first word and laughed loudly. "Get it? Sucks?"
Then he punched me in the jaw.
