Attention Last Sacrifice readers! There is a spoiler in this chapter. If you have not finished the book - I suggest you do not read the spoiler.
I don't usually make notes in my documents, but I don't want to ruin LS for anyone so there is a note where the spoiler starts and ends.
4
~Clarissa~
Simon and I walked the few blocks to the pub. As usual it was quite, and some times I wondered how they even stayed in business. Once we arrived I led the way to a booth and sat down, automatically grabbing the drinks list.
"I love this pub, Jace and I have been coming here since we were barely legal. Have you been here before?" I smiled in Simon's direction. He'd been quiet so far, but since this was a first date, and we didn't really know each other I thought perhaps he was nervous. I decided then to try my best and make him feel comfortable.
After a few moments silence I looked up to see why he hadn't responded; the boy looked green.
"Simon, are you okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"Sorry, yeah I'm okay, just feeling a bit off is all. Can I get you a drink or something?" He stood and held a hand out for the menu.
"Uh, sure, a Vodka and Coke thanks," I answered, handing him the menu.
He came back a few moments later with my Vodka and some sort of beer. The side of my glass was grubby, he was sweating.
"So, have you worked for Izzy long?" I thought that by sticking to safe subjects would hopefully help him to calm the Hell down.
"No, not long really. A few months."
"Oh so, um are you training to be a tattooist then?"
He let out a small laugh before answering. "I draw for comic strips. You know like the ones in the news paper. I'm just working at Izzy's until I finish my uni degree. She helps me out with some hours and pay; I help her out by drawing her some designs now and then. It's a win, win thing for both of us."
"Wow, so you help Izzy with the designs! You will have to show Jace some of your work, he's not really a comic guy, but he does love his tatts."
"Some how I don't think he'd be into it," he muttered, and then downed his drink in three large gulps.
"So, tell me, what do you do Clary?" I almost jumped for joy for the simple fact that he actually volunteered a question.
"I'm a photographer. Landscape and animals mostly. I'm not great, but I do well enough to make a living; a few of my pictures have been commissioned and turned into post cards. I'm on the books for a few travel magazines, so I'm lucky enough that I get to travel around a bit…." I trailed off when I realised he wasn't listening, instead just under the table he was fiddling with his mobile phone. I sat quietly and waited until he was done.
"Is everything okay?" I asked for what felt like the fifth time in an hour.
"Sure." Another one word answer, it's getting old.
An hour passes by; it's so slow that I consider pulling strands of my hair out one by one just for something to think about. I'd never been so bored in my life.
Finally he stands up and throws a twenty dollar note on the table. "So, Clary, thanks for the drink. Do you want me to walk you home?"
I don't have to think about my answer, there would never be any thing between Simon and I. "That's okay; I think I saw a friend at the bar, I think I'll stay a bit." It was a blatant lie, I knew no-one here, but I certainly didn't want to endure more time on this joke of a date. He nodded his head before he turned on his heel and walked out. No backwards glance, no little wave, nothing. What the hell was that about?
I didn't think I'd said anything wrong; I brought a hand up to my mouth and checked to be sure that I didn't have hideous garlic breath. Again I came up with nothing; I found myself wondering if perhaps, my internal gaydar was broken.
The thought was perplexing. Not wanting to sit alone in the pub, I grabbed my purse, straightened my skirt and walked home, alone.
Jace was lying on the couch watching a movie when I got in. I gave him a small wave before walking up the stairs and into my bedroom. I needed out of the skirt and heels I'd donned for my so-called date.
It was time for comfort! I pulled my long hair up in to a bun, then grabbed Jace's oversized Nike shirt and chucked it over the top of my black, boy shorts.
I also grabbed the new book I'd collected from Borders only days before, intending to curl up by my window and get lost in the world of a sexy Russian.
"Good Book, Giuvaer?"
I hadn't heard him enter the room; I was too lost in my fantasy of a shirtless Dimitri Belikov. "Mhm." Was the best I could manage.
He crossed the room in three long strides, and grabbed the book out of my hands, before turning, draping himself across my bed and reading out loud.
~~~~SPOILER BELOW !~~~~~~~~
'"Roza, my self-control is ten times stronger than yours." I opened my eyes, shifting to look into his. I brushed his hair back and smiled, certain my heart would expand and expand until there was nothing left of me.
"Oh yeah? That's not the impression I just got."
"Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose self control within seconds."'
"I didn't know some one had written a book about me, though I can't say I remember this Roza girl!" He laughed, throwing the book onto my pillows.
~End Spoiler~
I walked over and perched next to him, quickly grabbing my book and stashing it in my top draw. "You wish, Jace. You've got nothing on Dimitri Belikov, my friend. That man is a God!"
"I disagree. That guy is fictional." Sitting up, he grabbed my hand and placed it firmly on his chest as he continued. "I'm flesh and blood, Giuvaer. You can only imagine that he would make you feel good, you'll never actually know."
As he spoke he slowly moved until I was flush against my pillows, his body hovering above mine. His golden eyes blazed, "Me, on the other hand, I guarantee I'd make you feel good. I have before."
I was mesmerised, so much so, that I didn't notice the hands that pinned my wrists at my side. His face lowered to my neck, where he bit gently at the delicate skin on my collar bone, before placing tiny kisses all the way up my neck until he reached the shell of my ear.
I was gasping, shocked that Jace, my best friend, was making an obvious attempt to get me riled up, shocked more so that I liked it. Worse still, I did not want him to stop.
I groaned when he began to nibble on my ear lobe, his arm snaking down to my hip, he tilted me up towards him at the same time as his pushed forward.
Perhaps I could forget that this was Jace, for just one night. He was right; I knew darn well that he could make me feel good. He'd slept with enough of my girl friends over the years that I knew every intimate detail about the way he could make a girl scream. And I'd experienced a few of them myself.
Thoughts swirled around my head in a nice big, confusing bunch. Jace is your best friend; this is a seriously bad idea, Clary. Stop him now before he gets the wrong idea.
Fuck it; you haven't had any in six months girl! Go for it!
Slowly my conscience gave way, and I pulled my self back and out of his grip.
"Jace, stop. We can't do this." I whispered seconds away from tears.
"Mmmm, sure we can, Giuvaer, let me show you." His hand ran up my bare thigh, soon he'd discover that I only had a small pair of panties on under his shirt.
This had to stop, and stop now.
"Jace, please, I couldn't bare it if I lost you." I whimpered, nuzzling my face into the curve of his neck.
"How could you lose me, Clary? I'm right here, I'm always right here." Warmth flooded my skin as he ran his tongue over my ear lobe; it felt divine and instinctively I wiggled my way further into his embrace. Strong hands roamed from my shoulders, to the middle of my back, and suddenly I again remembered that I was only wearing a pair of panties and a t-shirt. It brought me out of the haze that Jace had managed to weave; I pulled both of my hands down to his chest and with all that I had, I shoved him. Though he was much larger and stronger than me, he registered the movement and pulled back, raking a hand through his hair and exhaling in a loud sigh.
"Shit Clary, sorry. I don't know what that was." He jumped from the bed and darted towards the door, his hard on prominent in the loose track pants he wore.
"I'm just going to go."
He practically ran to his room where I heard a noise I hadn't heard in years. The dead lock on Jace's bedroom door.
The lines in our friendship had been blurred quite a bit over the years. It was no secret to our friends that we slept in the same bed. It was no secret that we had sabotaged each others relationships before. I'd be lying if I said that we had never been intimate, we had. In seventh grade, I gave Jace my first kiss, I was so darn scared of messing up when the time came to kiss a guy that I actually liked, that I'd begged him to teach me.
By eleventh grade, I was the only girl I knew that had not experienced an orgasm, self induced or otherwise. I'd cried to Jace that clearly, I was a mutant and that my body didn't work right. He took it upon himself to show me otherwise.
But honestly, it had been a long time since those lines had been crossed, and today had completely confused the shit out of me. Surely Jace was not interested in me, at least not like that? We were so much more than mere fuck buddies; he was my soul mate, my best friend, my everything. I couldn't risk screwing that up, no matter how much the thought of his body on mine made me burn.
Awkward, that's how the last few days had felt. I had learnt not to touch him, not to look him directly in the eye and not to ask open ended questions. They all ended the same way; with a grumpy-assed Jace. Lesson of the day; don't make out with your bestie – bad, bad, bad.
I sighed as I picked up the next glass, dried it, and placed it back on its holder. Dishes, it was the only task that we seemed to be able to do together lately.
A week ago, I'd have been swatting his ass with the tea towel, he'd have thrown bubbles; well maybe not. But the point is, there would be no weirdness. The last three days, however, were weird, silent and unpleasant.
I threw the tea towel down, "I'm done with this shit."
"We aren't finished!" He pointed to the pile of plates still waiting to be cleaned.
"I am. I can't stand this shit any more. I'm going out, before I pull my hair out."
"Why do I get the feeling you aren't talking about dishes?"
I didn't answer, instead I grabbed the keys to his jet black Audi and stalked out the door, throwing an 'I'll be back later' behind me. In the distance I may have heard him yelling not to scratch his fucking car.
The key slid easily into the ignition, the car purred, and then growled as I planted my foot on the accelerator, revving it in warning to anyone behind the garage. I'd have happily run someone down, and to Hell with his precious car.
The tires squealed, the car flew down the drive and swung seamlessly around the corner, again roaring as I hit first gear. The tacho hit seventy before I reached the end of the street.
Windows down, I-pod in; I found my play list, the one that I knew Jace hated. I pressed two buttons and, simultaneously, the roof folded down, the stereo volume increased and my hair whipped out behind me. This car friggen rocks! With a destination in mind, I firmly planted my foot and sped toward the beach. Blink 182 blasted through the sound system.
If this is growing up, then it sure fucking sucks!
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