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-Anna
Isabelle's POV
Fucking relationships and fucking Simon and my fucking heart is being ripped into a million fucking shards with fucking pointed glass fucking tips.
I had lied to Clary that Simon had just simply gotten mad at me because I kicked him out of his own house ~ it was actually way more complicated than that.
But Clary was dealing with her own relationships problems and there was no way I would burden her with mine.
The complication with Simon:
Simon had cheated on me.
Simon had fucking cheated on me for Maia ~ who, mind you, already had a fucking boyfriend, Jordan. I'd never in a million years expect Simon to do that ~ instead, I would've rather expected myself to.
I didn't even know if Simon had sex with her ~ he had told me he was a virgin, but now…. I had no idea if he was. I was also a virgin and planned on losing it to Simon at California. Now? Hell no.
It had all started when I went to Clary's room and saw a band invitation to a gig ~ Simon always gives me them so I just thought he forgot, so I showed up to that gig to find he and Maia sucking each other's faces off.
He hadn't seen me then as I ran away, sobbing like a crazy bitch. I didn't even know if Jordan knew what Maia was doing. The next day, Simon was Simon, acting like he'd never kissed another girl.
I wanted him to die, slowly, and carve his heart out and let his slowly die of the breath being sucked out of him.
I wanted him to at least face me and admit that he was cheating on me.
I wanted a cute-looking bunny to deceive Simon, and then, when Simon approaches that cute-looking bunny, Simon gets rabies because that cute-looking bunny is a motherfucker bunny: she bites Simon's leg off and infects him with rabies.
I wanted to pick up the nearest chair and bash it in Simon's head, while yelling profanities and why he would do this to me. And then, with that fucking chair, I'd bash him until he goes to hell.
So I needed to talk with Simon to officially end things. Simon was the reason why I stopped dating random guys for a one-night fling so I could break their hearts and build my confidence up. Now, Simon had crushed all my years' worth of confidence around guys ~ something I would never forgive him for.
Not only that, but Simon didn't even tell Clary that. Simon always told Clary everything, meaning that his relationship with Maia was important. Fuck Simon to ruin my entire confidence, making my emotions peak more than ever before.
Simon didn't seem like that guy who would crush my heart ~ I think that's the reason in the first place I dated him, and then I gradually fell in love with him. Then that fucking asshole decided to cheat on me when I had changed for him.
Now I wanted to chop off his dick, hurl it to Pluto. Then Simon would go to Pluto to retrieve his dick, and while he's in Pluto, a space storm hits him and he dies there alone in the infinite galaxy without a dick.
Space storm.
His rants about Star Wars were getting to me.
I silently boarded the plane, not bothering to pay attention until we took off. Besides me was a pretty tall brown-haired girl, who started crying the instant she took out her phone.
Her lock-screen was a picture with her and a hot-take-my-breath-away black-haired male: Will Herondale, Jace's cousin. They were cuddling and spooning, smiling at each other.
I wrapped my arms around her comfortingly. "If it makes you feel any better, my boyfriend cheated on me with a girl who already has one."
She nods, and sniffs, causing my tears to spill down my face. Boys were cruel and dickheads and assholes and deserved to die long horrible deaths with Ebola like symptoms to then rot in hell with mosquitos tormenting them. Then hopefully the mosquitos would suck out the bad blood in them.
"This is W-will," she says. "He told me that he was clean, but last week, long story short, I found him doing drugs in an opium den, babbling to some other guy that he was going out with a hot girl that was supposed to be a bet."
Herondales.
Boys.
Motherfuckers.
"And then he said her name was Tessa," she gripped my arms in a death-grip, "My relationship was a fake. A bet. You know Will was always the flirt, but I guess that's not changing because the next day he left at night and I followed him, and you know what? He was undressing my friend Jessamine, rubbing her ass," she sniffs again, "Will sneaks out every night to do that? I'd first thought was he was going to work so he could spend more time with me, but…"
I nod, tell her about my relationship.
"Boys," she says, pulling out a thick book, "deserve to die a million deaths. If I ever become a villain, I will be known as the butt-cheek reaper and chop off boy's butts who break girl's hearts. My victims will be called the butt-cheekless because they no longer have butt-cheeks and every boy will fear me."
I internally cringe, not knowing what to say to that. But I do know how to protect our hearts. "Let's make a pact. No boys. Not until they've proven themselves. We are independent woman that don't need no man."
Tessa nods her head vigorously. "Yes. To hell with all the boys. Let them die butt-cheekless."
I also don't know how to respond to that, so I just simply nod my head.
No more fucking boys.
Jace's POV
Clary has been avoiding me since I arrived at the airport but I knew I'd catch up with her right when we'd be in the plane. We had planned- and already told Luke- that we'd be sitting together since the last incident.
But surprisingly surprise: I found out that the seats were rearranged and when I made my way to the seats I could not be more surprised. (Note the sarcasm here. Really, I mean it). Who was sitting next to me? My dearest cousin- William.
William and I have been arguing about who's the hottest and more awesome since we knew each other and that has been since we were born. And I mean it - since we were literally born. It's just the Herondale way.
When we were young, and some random stranger only told one of us that he was cute, the other would start crying in pure jealousy.
I was the one that had more influence on the female population- they just couldn't stand my beauty, so they would just fell on my feet- and William has been envying me because of it. Besides, William had this Welsh accent that sometimes made girls extremely confused.
It wasn't my fault that I was born this awesome.
I sat on the seat indicated and looked at my cousin. "So Willie Boy how's been your awesomeness increasing? Still the same I see." I teased him. We have been always like this.
There was even a time when we were five that we dyed our hair hot pink to see who would look better with it. At that age we thought that pink was for girls and we wanted to know if we were a girl, who would look better. Unfortunately, as I was the first to dye my hair, I used all the dye of the little two tubes. But William remembered that his mother had a pink tube in her bathroom. So Willie used his mom's, who got extremely angry at him.
While I stayed only a few minutes with my hair dyed pink, William needed to stay three months top. His mom didn't want to dye it black again so he would learn his lesson to not do stupid things. And I spent all those months teasing him about his hair.
"Hello to you too, my little blondie. You are still as stupid as always, I see. No wonder people say that blonds are stupid." Will ways flipping through a book, Vathek. I would bet all my life insurance that Will had already read that book before.
"Maybe I should remind you of the color of your hair when you were five... and remind you how stupid you were then." I smirked.
"Maybe I should remember you of your five-year-old birthday wish... or inform everyone about it," he replied in a matching tone, motioning to the other people filling the plane. "Besides, everyone is stupid when they're young, which includes you. Unfortunately, dear cousin, you don't have that excuse anymore."
Oh crap. He remembers.
I didn't know what to say but I was saved by the flight attendant, telling everyone to find their seats because we were going to take off soon. I redirected my attention back to William when he spoke up again, "Oh finally Jace Herondale has no words to say."
Oh God. Here it comes...the big argument we always have when we meet each other.
"Just because I didn't respond you it doesn't mean that I didn't have an answer." I snapped.
"Sure thing cousin." He said and I grunted looking at him with a steady gaze. We were making a competition of looks until a fat man passed to our front and then turned to us. He tapped the microphone he had taken out from one of his pockets several times making a small shrill noise echoed through the plane.
"I'm Hodge Starkweather. I will be controlling the overall casting of this film. So, on the film's topic, first and foremost, I don't like the names of the people in the script." I rolled my eyes. This was the asshole that was trying to take all the credits from Luke's first movie.
"To keep things simple, the actor's names will be the ones on the script. For example, on the American side, Jace Herondale is acting the role of Damien. Instead of the name Damien, we'll call him Jace." I rolled my eyes again. How stupid can you be to put your real names on a movie? Is he totally fucked up?
He cleared his throat and continued to say something about the head director, but I dozed off. When I snapped into focus again, the fat dude was gone. The fat British dude that wanted to take over our cast.
"You British are so stupid. No wonder why that fat one there has that outrageous ideas. They don't make the minimal amount of sense. Do you have any good ideas? Like something good at all? Actually do you think at least?" I said turning to William.
He turned to me "Y- you- you-" he made a pause to think what he wanted to say and then bursted, "You rotten Americans are all full of baloney!"
I laughed to myself. They really didn't think straight and I was going to profit so much from it. I smirked. "I don't even eat baloney, so how could I be full of it?"
He smirked right back at me, rolling his eyes. "Cousin, it was a figure of speech, something you wouldn't be able to comprehend. You're a white piece of American trash, so I wouldn't expect anything more."
I felt my face flush up a little. And then I remembered the bet we made a few years ago. "At least I've got a steady girlfriend and we're in a pretty steady relationship. Unlike you who never learned to stop drinking and inhaling opium-" He abruptly cuts me off and smirks at me.
"I'm dating someone, all right, Jace? And it's a steady relationship. Are you implying that I haven't stopped drinking? Well guess what, cousin! It's all you now!"
What? "You've stopped drinking? What has the world come to William?" I asked incredulous. "I didn't ever think an alcoholic addict would stop. Much less one that can't even hold their liquor sometimes."
William suddenly bursts out, "TESS?" He gets no answer. "TESS?"
"Fuck off, Will," a voice comes from the sits in the front rows. "I already told you that we're over, so move on loser." She was now on her feet and turned to me, "he hasn't stopped drinking and doing drugs. He's just a bastard and a liar."
Will's cheeks were now a slight shade of pink. "But Tess, I didn't-" Tess (I admired her hot body) cut Will off with a death glare and then sat back down in her seat.
Will buried his head onto his lap, no doubt humiliated.
I chose this time to tease him more. "A steady girlfriend, you say. I can see that..." I mused, my voice dripping sarcasm.
He glared at me and said, "Well, I'd like to meet yours. She must be blind and really stupid to don't see who you really are. Is she blond too?"
How can he say that? How can he talk about Clary like that?
"You don't know her and you'll never going to. She's beautiful and the most incredible person I've ever seen and met in my entire life." I replied bitterly.
"Oh little Barbie fell hard. But just for you to know, you should take precautions because you'll crush the ground pretty hard the same way you used to make all those girls. She'll make you in pieces if you love her." Will's voice is also bitter, but edged with anger.
How dare he?
"Says Mr. I-know-so-much-about-love that does the same thing and says that has girlfriend but lies to her. And for your information, Clary won't do that. She would never hurt me. Never. At least not without any good reasons. Clary is not that type of girl." I snapped at him.
Talking about her reminded me I needed to speak with her. When I turned around to search for her I caught a small flash of red in the seat in front of me. But that wasn't the only thing I caught. It was like killing two birds with one stone.
Jem Carstairs was openly flirting with Clary. And she wasn't stopping it!
I caught a glimpse of their conversation. "-since I last saw you. You look even more beautiful when you already looked beautiful the first time," Jem was saying
Stupid flirt. Doesn't he know that she already has a boyfriend ~ a gorgeous boyfriend that was me who would beat the living shit out of him if he touched her? He was so dead... Jackass.
I was sure that Clary was embarrassed because he stretched out a hand and told her, "You don't have to be embarrassed. You're pretty and there is nothing to be ashamed of."
What the hell? I was the one supposed to say that! I am her boyfriend. The worst part? He leaned and kissed her!
That was the last drop. Rage had taken me completely by now. I was going to have a serious talk with Clary.
I dozed off, angry thoughts clouding my head, and didn't hear the rest of their conversation as images of both of them together appeared in front of me. Jem and Clary kissing. Me losing Clary. Jem and Clary hugging. Clary breaking up with me. Jem and Clary walking together, their hands intertwined. Those pictures vividly flashed in front of me again and again and again.
I snapped out from my trance only to catch Clary entering the buffet room. I was going to talk to her. And it was going to be right now.
William was looking at me with a puzzled face but I didn't care. "Is that your girlfriend? You don't look very pleased, my darling cousin." A smirk was playing on his lips now.
I got up, ignoring Will's face, and followed her to the room and when I was about to arrive there, I stopped dead on my feet as I heard her mutter, "Black with no sugar- like my love life."
What was going on? I was going to have a real talk with her and she won't excuse herself for not having time or some shit like that.
A took a deep breath to make sure I wasn't going to explode, and entered the compartment. She turned around, me green eyes managing to always dazzle me. Once she saw who I was, an expression unidentifiable to me flashed across her face, and she tried to sidestep past me.
Like hell she was going to walk away from me; I grabbed her arm.
"Can we talk? Now?" I ask, hoping she would stay.
She inhaled at my words and yanked her arm from my hold. What the fucking hell was going on? I scrunched up my nose like I always do when I'm confused or angry
I was thinking on the right question to ask when Clary impatiently asked, tapping her foot, "Well?" I was still thinking about what to say, but it was like all the words vanished into the thin air.
"Jace Herondale, I wish I could say it's been a pleasure dating you, but it's not. We're done and over."
I was about to reply when the words stepped in. "What?"
What the hell? I don't get it. In one minute she's all happy and smiling and the other one is all grumpy. Is she on that time of the month? And then the final words finally sunk in my head. "Why?" I took a few steps back trying to breath. I'm sure my voice was high pitched but I didn't care by now. "You can't do that!" I burst out.
I was shocked. No, I was beyond shocked. I was starting to panic. But then she... snorted?
"Name me one good reason why." She said looking down to her phone that has just beeped.
(Attention: spoiler to sarcasm.) I said the first thing that came to my mind, due to my most recent conversation with Will. "Because I told Will that we were together!"
She looked back at me, slipping her phone back in her pocket. "So I can't break up with you because you told someone else that we were already dating? That's a shitty excuse and you know it."
I don't know why she wants to break up. What have I done wrong? She was perfectly fine this morning. She turns towards the exit, but I grab her arm again and I spin her around so the only way she can get out is to pass through me. "Clary, what happened? We were perfectly fine, and you've got one of the lead roles, and I don't know what's gotten into you."
Her phone buzzes again and she takes it to see who it was. I quickly discard the urge to steal the phone from her hand and then throw that fucking phone against the wall.
I have to fucking talk to her about our relationship that might not even be a relationship and she answers a phone?
"That's your new boyfriend?" I look at her with an analyzing glare. Is this why she's acting distant lately? She has a new boyfriend? "Jem? Sebastian? Some man whore out there?"
She looks at me dead in the eye, then starts shouting, "Don't talk about cheating when you're-"
"-cheating?" I cut her off. "What's with your flirting with the British crew, the enemies that are not to be tolerated? Huh, Clary? Just act like our dates were like dirt all of a sudden? Are you crazy? I've done every single possible thing to change for you and-"
"Change?" She shrieks cutting me off this time. "Changing means fucking cheating on me, you fucking shithole? Cheating isn't fucking girls every two to four days and having sex with Kaelie right in front of me? If that isn't cheating, then what is?"
What? How dare she acuse me of something like that? "What the fuck are you talking about? I haven't even touched any other girl than you. You're accusing me of something I haven't done, when you can fucking flirt with other guys?"
"What's wrong with harmless flirting?" She asks me. But haven't I heard that sentence before? "I flirt! You have fucking sex with other girls!"
What? "I have no idea what you're talking about." I turned around. I couldn't stand looking at her. I didn't know what to do more. I didn't know what to say more.
"Really?" She pauses. "You're just denying it! Ask all those girls you've fucked and Izzy who's caught you! I've caught you fucking Kaelie!"
I snap my head up and told her in a low and steady voice, "I've never fucked another girl since we've met!"
"Denying it, I see. What about fucking Kaelie right when you left the hotel for the airport? And you have the fucking nerve to walk in together looking like you had sex - something I had to hear and watch! I have it on my fucking phone so there's no point denying it! So don't fucking lie to me you piece of shit! And your fucking calendar? There's no point lying to me! You're the biggest regret and mistake I've made in my life."
My heart tightens and I feel like someone just dropped a nuclear bomb right on top of me. Her words sung in my head numerously times. I'm her what?
I think I never used so much "whats" in my entire life.
Sex with Kaelie... The voice keeps saying again and again in my head but this time it wasn't Clary's. It was mine. What was this coming too? Perhaps this was a nightmare. I don't get drunk to the point where I fuck with anyone…
I suddenly feel a strong blow on my left butt cheek and I yelp from surprise. Pitching towards the floor I yell, "what was that for, woman?"
She jumps over me and yells me back over her shoulder, "you don't call someone you supposedly love woman. But I guess that doesn't matter because you obviously don't. And we're done."
I felt numb. My breath was speeding up and my heart feeling like Clary had cut it out walked over it. No. It felt like she had cut it out with another guy standing next to her, kissing her, sneering down at me.
I didn't realize I was crying. I had promised myself I wouldn't do it again after I had my heart broken in pieces when I was younger and that I'd never fall in love again.
"The boy promised he would never cry again. Because love is to destroy and the one to be loved is the one to be destroyed."
But I couldn't think like that anymore. Not now that I found my true love and the person I wouldn't mind to be destroyed by... I would even destroy myself for her.
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-Anna
So I'm sorry if I came out a little strong on Izzy's POV.
My boyfriend fucking cheated on me. So some of that anger is now here.
Josh (my bf) was fucking cheating on me ~ with my cross country teammate Katie (sounds like Kaelie) and we've been okay friends. My friend and I were walking down the hallways and saw them sucking each other's faces off.
I cried and I'm tearing up typing this because I fucking thought he was my Jace ~ now he's a Sebastard.
So what Izzy's experiencing is what I'm going through and I just can't … I just feel depressed. We'd dated for one and a half years now, one and a half years of waste. I don't even know what now, but my friends are totally being supportive of me (Bethany came up to my house at 9. p.m. with chocolate cake and I absolutely love her.
But it looks like I haven't found my Jace yet. And now I'm full on sobbing. Great.
But he doesn't know that I caught him.
I don't know if I should break up with him, maybe it was a dare...?
*inserts millions of crying emojis*,
~Lizbeth
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