Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own TMI or the lovely characters in the series, Cassandra Clare does *sits in corner and cries*
Light streamed through the purple curtains, dancing over my face and waking me up from my peaceful and dreamless sleep. I found that my head was not hurting thankfully, but I could not say the say the same about my feet. I could feel the ache radiate throughout my body even though they had no weight on them. I mentally cursed Isabelle for convincing me to get all dressed up and going out last night. It was all that bad though. You did get a cute guys number. I thought to myself, instantly remembering our kiss from the night before. My fingers instinctively ran themselves over my lips as I smiled at the memory of his lips on mine. Stop it Clary! Get rid of that smile. That guy was nothing but a prop to help you avoid Raphael. You're never going to see him again anyways. My subconscious scolded me. My phone began to ring from my bedside table. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID wondering who could be calling me so early. It was Sebastian, my face lit up the minute I saw his number, it was almost as if he had heard my inner thoughts and decided to prove them wrong.
"Hey Sebastian"
"Good morning gorgeous. Did you sleep well?"
"Very well thanks, you?"
"I slept the best I've ever slept in ages. Thanks to a pretty little redhead I met last night who played an important part of my dreams" I giggled at his comment. Woah this guy is smooth. Very smooth indeed.
"Well that's good to hear" I replied with a smile still etched on my face.
"I was thinking of asking that pretty little redhead out today. Do you think she'd be up for lunch at Five Guys?" his voice filled with hope. My stomach growled loudly at the mention of my favourite burger place. I inwardly groaned at the noise that erupted a few seconds ago and hoped that Sebastian didn't hear it.
"I'm sure if you ask her nicely she'd be more than happy to go to lunch with you." I could almost hear him smile over the phone.
"So, Clary. Would you like to go to lunch with me today?" he asked quietly and slightly rushed. Clary, say no. Don't go out with him. You'll only ended up regretting it. My subconscious warned me, deep down I knew she was right but at this moment in time I didn't care.
"Yes Sebastian, I'd love to go to lunch with you" I replied. Despite my comment earlier, I heard a shocked gasp come from my phone speaker.
"Great! So I'll meet you at Covent Garden at like 3:30?" he suggested.
"Sure"
"Ok. It's a date then" and once again I began to grin. We talked a little more after that before saying our goodbyes. I rolled onto my back letting my body sink into my mattress before grabbing my phone again to check the time. 2pm. Thankfully Covent Garden was only 30 minutes away from my apartment, which left me plenty of time to get ready. I jumped out of bed and began to get ready.
Covent Garden was packed as per usual. I struggled to make my way through the endless crowd of people, being 5'1 had its disadvantages. I had finally made my way past the jungle of limbs, reaching the clearing just a few meters away from where I supposed to be meeting Sebastian. I saw him leaning against a brick wall, typing something on his phone a playful grin stretched across his face. I took a minute to admire him, the way I couldn't last night. The way his curls shone in the late afternoon sun, the way his eyes twinkled as he laughed. My hands itched to sketch him like this, he seemed so carefree and happy. Probably a weird thing to say about someone had I only met just over 12 hours ago. I snapped myself out of my trance like state before smooth down the black, flowy blouse I had decided to wear and searching my handbag for my mirror to check the very minimal make up I had put on. Deciding I looked decent enough I walked over to where the handsome boy was waiting for me, my converses slapping against the grey concrete. His eyes lifted from phone when he heard me approaching. His grin dropped and his eyes held something unrecognisable. Seeing his reaction my mood dropped and I wanted to run away. He realised that now he was sober, that I was no longer worth his time. I turned around and started to walk away.
"Clary?" I shuddered involuntarily at the way my name sounded coming from his lips. I could ignore him and walk away but my body had other plans. I spun in his direction, my arms folded across my chest.
"I guessed what you were thinking already Sebastian, I don't really want to hear about how much of a disappointment to you know that you are in clear state of mind thanks very much" I answered coldly. I watched his face for confirmation of my statement but I saw none, if anything the Sebastian looked confused.
"D-d-disappointment? What are you on about?" he stammered out. I felt confused, was I wrong? "Yes you do look different, but my God Clary, you're far from a disappointment. You're far more beautiful than I can remember." I felt my face heat up in embarrassment, I couldn't believe that I had snapped at him like that. Well I suppose that is a good way to get rid of men.
"Oh. Well then I'm sorry about that just now. If you want forget about this date then I can completely understand, what I did was extremely rude." I'd be running for the hills if I were him. A frown marred his gorgeous face and fell of it almost instantaneously.
"Forget about this date? Never." He replied with a dazzling grin and I couldn't help but grin back at him. I felt a strong hand wrap itself around mine.
"Let's go and eat" he said, pulling me towards the doors of Five Guys.
We talked about everything and anything as we munched on our food before walking out hand in hand. The sun was shining and for London it was a relatively warm day. I reached for my phone in my pocket to check the time, when I noticed the numerous texts and missed calls from Isabelle. I had told her I was going out today, I knew I should call her back and find out what was wrong, but I really didn't want to leave Sebastian's company right now, so I slid my phone back into my pocket concluding that Isabelle could let me know what was happening when I got home. We strolled down towards Trafalgar Square, as we both decided that due to today's reasonably pleasant weather that we wanted to dangle our feet in the fountains.
"So you wanna tell me why you were trying to hide from your ex last night?" Sebastian asked as we neared Trafalgar Square. His question made me stop abruptly in the middle of the crowded street. I hadn't spoken to anyone about Raphael since the breakup and a wave of emotion that I had kept bottled up for the past few weeks washed over me suddenly. I looked up at Sebastian knowing that he was waiting for an answer but from the look on his face I know that he could tell that I was upset.
"Clary, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I swear. In fact it's the complete opposite of what I wanted to do." He mumbled guiltily. I felt a pang for this sweet boy who after only knowing me for less than a day was doing everything in his power to make me smile. I looked up into his deep, dark eyes and found the reassurance and strength that I needed to tell him this story behind the circumstances in which we met the night before.
"Don't apologise Sebastian please, I'm not upset, well maybe a little but you're not the reason for it at all." I gave him a small smile as I noticed the feeling of relief pass over him. "I just haven't spoken about my ex since we broke up and seeing as that was fairly recent, I haven't been able to confront some of the emotions I've been feeling toward him yet. It wasn't exactly what you would call an amicable break up, in fact it was quite hard on me. Things were said that I doubt I'll ever be able to forget, and just seeing him last night mad me panic. I'm sorry about last night again by the way." My face was burning as I began to remember the way I grabbed Sebastian and kissed him, effectively avoiding an awkward conversation with Raphael.
"Oh please, don't be sorry about last night, it was one of the best nights of my life." Sebastian beamed at me, his onyx eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. "In fact I'd quite like to do it again." I hadn't noticed the distance between us getting gradually smaller and smaller until Sebastian titled his head to rest it on my forehead. I felt his eyes flutter close as his breathing began to get deeper. He pressed his lips to mine softly and our lips began to move over each other's slowly. I felt Sebastian move away too quickly for my liking, the lingering feeling of his lips on me leaving me slightly dazed. When I reopened my eyes, Sebastian was grinning down at me obviously proud of the effect he had over me. My cheeks began to heat up and I turned away from his intense gaze quickly to hide my tomato red face, I heard a small chuckle come from his direction causing my face to blush deeper. Embarrassed, I grabbed his hand and pulled him in the direction of Trafalgar Square.
"Come on, let's go before English weather decides to be English weather and rain all over us." I stated.
We reached my apartment an hour later, we both stood awkwardly outside my door, neither one of us knowing what the next move would be. We stood in silence for another few minutes before Sebastian spoke up.
"I had a great time today Clary"
"So did I, thank you Sebastian" I replied.
"You're welcome, I'd love to see you again, would that be ok?" he asked politely. No that wouldn't be okay! My subconscious decided to rear its ugly head once again. I was about to reply before I heard a familiar deep voice from behind my door, I felt my face scrunch up into a scowl as I tried to place the voice. Sebastian unfortunately hadn't heard the voice and misread my facial expression and his face dropped making it seem like he was disappointed. He opened his mouth to speak before I interrupted him.
"No, it's not what you think. I thought I heard something come from my apartment, but it's probably nothing." I smiled at him reassuringly and his facial expression changed immediately. "I'd love to see you again Sebastian." He flashed me a grin that made me feel warm and fuzzy inside, before leaning down to place a small peck on my cheek. I smiled shyly at him. I heard the voice getting louder from inside my apartment, and heard Isabelle's retort instantly. I began to wonder what could be happening.
"I should be heading off, but I'll message you later okay?" Sebastian stated, I nodded in return before he turned to leave. I watched him as he walked down towards the main entrance, and as if he felt my eyes on him he spun around to face and give me his heart stopping grin before he disappeared out of the door and onto the darkening London streets. The minute Sebastian left I began to worry about the ruckus that was currently happening within my apartment, I quickly opened the door before rushing to where I could hear the voices coming from. My feet rooted themselves to floor at the entrance to the living room where I saw Isabelle red faced and shouting angrily at none other than my ex, Raphael.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked quietly once the shock of seeing my ex passed over me. Both Isabelle and Raphael turned their heads to look at me. I refused to look at Raphael, so I kept my gaze on Isabelle, who looked relieved to see me.
"Clary, thank God you're here! Can you tell this idiot to get out please?!" Isabelle cried pointing in the direction of where my ex stood. I felt his intense stare on me as I crossed to where Isabelle stood.
"What's going on here?" I asked again, my anger bubbling up. How dare he come here again after what he said to me? I saw Isabelle swallow visibly before opening her moth to speak.
"We need to speak Clarissa." Raphael stated interrupting my flatmate. I spun on spot and pointed my murderous glare at him. Raphael stared back at me impassively but I knew that behind his bored eyes he was furious.
"What the hell do you need to say to me now Raphael? Wish to remind me again of how much of a cold hearted bitch I am?" I could feel all the emotions I had been feeling for the past few weeks wash over me all at once. I heard the click of Isabelle's heels retreat in the room, clearly not wanting to witness a potential murder. Traitor, I thought, she would definitely be getting some choice words from me once I had dealt with the man currently standing in my living room.
"Well?" I prompted when Raphael didn't reply. I watched as his dark brown eyes looked me up and down, a scowl setting on his face.
"You're wearing make-up. You never wear make-up." He stated and I rolled my eyes at his statement. I watched as he thought of something and his fists clenched at his sides. "Where were you Clarissa? I've been waiting for over 2 hours for you to get back."
"I was on a date. Not that it should matter to you." I shot back. Raphael stepped closer to me, a murderous rage consuming him.
"What with that dick from last night? Really Clarissa. I would have thought that you, the prude, would have some standards." He growled. I felt my body shake with anger. How dare he?
"My life has nothing to do with you anymore asshole. Now unless you have something important to say to me. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT."
"Do not talk to me like that Clarissa. I did have something to say. I wanted to apologise, but if you want to be a whore and throw yourself on anyone who will give you attention then be my guest." He muttered. The room was silent for a few moments before the sound of skin against skin rang throughout the air. Raphael's eyes widened before he clutched the side of his face that I had just slapped. I stared at hand in shock regretting my actions. I wanted to apologise for slapping him, until I remembered what he had said to me, so instead I looked up at him again with a vicious glare.
"Get of out my apartment Raphael. Now." I snarled quietly. Without another word he walked off in the direction of my front door. I stood frozen in my spot until I heard the door shut with a might slam that rang throughout the entire apartment. I sagged in relief, when I realised he had finally gone. Despite what had happened, I wasn't upset, nor was I angry. In fact I felt relieved, like I could finally move on with life instead of moping around the apartment. God riddance, I say, my subconscious muttered and I could finally say that for once I agreed with her. I felt my face spilt in two with a grin and skipped off in the direction of Izzy's room to tell her all about my date with Sebastian.
A/N: So guess who finally updated? Please don't kill me.
I am so sorry that it's taken so long to update this story, but life got in the way. I started a new course at college so basically right now, Sociology, Psychology and Law essays are taking up all my time and learning everything for 3 subjects that is normally learnt in 2 years in a year is pretty intense and my education is my priority right now. The road to becoming a lawyer is a hard one hahaha. I'm not gonna say that a new chapter will be up soon because then I would be lying, but I can promise you that there will be a new chapter. I just don't know when and I hope you all understand why. Despite everything that happens I am determined to finish this story!
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Thank you everyone, lots of love and kisses my angels xoxo
