Chapter 4- Day 1 Part 2
I'm so sorry this is late you guys but I didn't have time the past couple of days to update, please don't kill me.
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Clary September 21st, 2013 12:30pm
"The Great Gatsby, huh?" Jace said suddenly and I blinked at the sudden subject change.
"Yeah," I reply. Did I look too dumb to read?
"How far are you in?"
"This is my fourth time reading it," I answered truthfully. It was my favorite book of all time and I would be reading it against my senior year. If I lived that long…
He nodded his head thoughtfully, "What do you think?"
"I think it's just tragic how Daisy left him in the end and how no one cared. I get that he was obsessive but he did so much for her," I fought back stray tears thinking about it. It's so strange how a paperback book can send you into these fits of emotion, "And no one came to his funeral. He wasn't a bad person and I hate how all the bad people didn't get punished. But it's such a gorgeous story."
I trailed off seeing his eyes on me and I blushed a little under his stare. There was something about the way that he looked at me, so intensely, that made me feel like we weren't strangers. Like we'd known each other for a while and we were falling in… love? I shook my head internally. Stop it, Clary! I growled to myself.
My fingers tightened around the small slip of paper Patrick gave me with his number on it. He was cute, with dark brown hair and too dark eyes. He had a kind smile too, and he had a nice voice. He was a senior, going into Art as a major next year for college. He's perfect, isn't he?
"Hey! Move it!" a burly man shoved passed me and I realized Jace and I stopped walking… and his eyes were still on me. I looked away quickly and started walking again.
Of course, it's just my luck that at that moment, it started pouring.
"Shit!" I heard Jace curse and grabbed my hand, running us under an awning of a nearby hotel. I laugh a little (probably out of shock) as I stood there completely drenched. Jace slipped off his jacket and I shook my head, "No, I don't-"
He ignored me and draped it over me anyways, grinning. The rain died his blonde hair a darker brown and the darkness of the sky made his eyes seem brighter. Tendrils of his wet hair snaked around his face. He shook his head and got water on me.
"Hey," I protested, wringing out my hair.
He just laughed and said, "I'll call a cab and we'll get you home."
Home? Wait, Dad can't know I'm out of the hospital. "No!" I shouted before I could think up an excuse. Jace looked at me, a tawny eyebrow raised. I clear my throat, looking at the ground, "I mean, I'd rather not go home yet."
"Okay," he seems to understand, "How about you come over to my place instead? It's pretty close by."
My breath hitches as I remember his offer last night. His deep drunken slur rumbling out, "Come back to my place and we can have pretty babies together." No! Stop overthinking it, Clary. He just wants to be nice, that's all…
"Well?" Jace prompted after a while and I noticed I hadn't answered.
I bit my lip before beaming, "Yeah, sounds like fun."
Jace September 21st, 2013 1:00pm
I honestly didn't know what I was thinking bringing Clary home with me. I was probably going to make a fool out of myself. Either me or my siblings. I was silent the whole taxi ride back. For some reason, I was terrified of Clary judging me by what she'll find in Lightwood Mansion. There hasn't ever been a girl I was afraid to bring home, but Clary… Clary was different, special. There's something about her. And there's something else about her that makes me feel like I don't have to be afraid, like I can trust her.
"Oh…my god," Clary breathed as we pulled up to the Mansion. I gave a ten to the cab driver as I got out and held the door open for her.
"Wow," she brought a hand up to her mouth as she looked up as the Mansion.
"What, no thank you?" I joked, "I just held a door open for you. I'm trying to be chivalrous here."
She gave me a condescending look, "Thank you, Jace."
I grinned, "That's better."
"This is where you live?" Clary asked as I held yet another door open for her. I'm a gentleman, what can I say?
"Yep," I pop the 'p', "Welcome to Lightwood Mansion."
"It's like something out of a dream," she murmured, walking into the front hall, then she paused, "Wait, Lightwood?"
"My adopted family," I explained, sincerely hoping that Clary wouldn't ask too many questions and they didn't choose today to be home finally.
"Hey! Jace, is that you?" Isabelle yelled from upstairs, "Where were you last night?"
I heard her rapid footsteps pounding her way downstairs. Clary looked at me in question. "My adopted sister," I explained. She mouthed an, "Oh…" as Isabelle appeared.
Isabelle was a kind of beautiful that I had to grudgingly admit was there. She was my sister, even though we were adopted, I saw her as a biological sister. Dark haired, blue eyed like all the Lightwoods, she had an elegant beauty.
"Who is this?" Isabelle stopped at the foot of the stairs.
"This is Clary, Clary, Isabelle," I introduced them. Clary was silent, staring at Isabelle as if something occurred to her suddenly.
"Hi, Clary," Isabelle smiled, coming over for a hug. Clary hugged her uneasily but smiled back.
"Hey, Jace? Alec has a friend over, just a warning," Isabelle motioned with her eyebrows suggestively. Alec was gay, but he hasn't told his parents yet. He hasn't ever brought someone home yet so this one must be a piece of special. Of course, that could be a good or bad thing.
Isabelle whispered something in Clary's ear, who nodded and they ran off, disappearing off somewhere. I swear, if Isabelle says something I'll kill her brutally.
I didn't have to look far for Alec and his boyfriend, not that I was purposely looking. They were in the den, practically tangled together.
Holy sparkles. Honestly, if Maryse and Robert get a look at him Alec will be outed in a second. He was a little shorter than Alec, Asian, well-dressed but flamboyant and some of his glitter had rubbed off on my adopted brother. Oh jeez. I cleared my throat loudly.
"Oh, hey! Jace!" Alec jumped, "This is um, Magnus, my- uh- boyfriend."
Clary September 21st, 3:00pm
"You have to let me do your make-up," Isabelle gushed, pulling my hair into a loose bun, tying back stray curls. I giggled nervously as Isabelle sat me down in front of her vanity. It was the biggest make-up collection I've ever seen, but then again, I grew up around boys. I probably had chapstick, concealer and blush at home and that was about it.
"Close your eyes," she commanded, sweeping a brush around my face. "So," she continued, "How did you meet Jace?"
I groaned a little and laughed, "I met him yesterday when he was drunk and half-passed out in Central Park so I brought him to my friend's house."
She giggled, "Really? That's not very romantic."
"Romantic?" My eyes shot open, "Why would it be romantic?"
She looks at me wide-eyed and confused, "Aren't you two going… out?"
I almost choke on a breath, "No! Oh, no, we just met."
Isabelle frowns a little and motions for me to close my eyes again, "Really? Because it seems like you two are like a couple or something. Whatever. But Clary…"
"What?"
"I'm never wrong when it comes to relationships," Isabelle stated confidently. She stroked something over my eyelids softly. I made a noncommittal noise from my throat unconsciously. Jace is attractive, yes, but he's not my type. He's so arrogant and annoying.
"Anyways, what are you into, Clary?" she smeared something onto my lips, "Rub your lips together."
"Art," I say automatically, "I really like sketching and painting."
"Cool. Blink. I really like dance, what music are you into?"
"All kinds," I reply, "Except maybe heavy metal and a some rap. Otherwise I like basically anything. And probably not Justin Bieber…"
Isabelle chokes out a laugh, "Of course. Okay, open your eyes."
I obeyed, looking into the mirror.
"Oh my….," my voice trailed off as I saw myself. Isabelle had brought out my best features, making my green eyes look bigger and brighter, outlined in soft purple, my cheek bones soft pink, my features soft, my lips full. I looked more like Jocelyn than ever. Isabelle tugged my hair down from its bun and it fell in soft waves around my face.
"You're so lucky we're about the same skin color or I couldn't have put foundation on you. I've always wanted to use purple on somebody but on me it makes me look like an insomniac or I just got out of a fight, come on, you can wear some of my old dresses and we'll join the boys for dinner," Isabelle threw me a deep green satin dress. It was form-fitting up top, and just at my ribs it flared into a soft silky skirt.
"Thank you," I told her after I put the dress on, "But why am I dressed up like this?"
"To impress Jace, of course," Isabelle told me matter-of-factly, "You like him, don't you?"
I tried to force a smile but it came out as a grimace. How do I say this without offending her?
"Okay, I know he's an asshole most of the time, but he likes you, I can tell. And you like him too, or you wouldn't have agreed to come here," she looked at me like she was explaining a complicated topic to a young child. Of course, it could be because she's so much taller than me, towering above me by about a foot or two. Maybe I'm exaggerating but it has to be at least ten or so inches of difference.
"Sure," I relent, uncertain. Jace was attractive, that I couldn't deny. And he was nice; he brought me here and gave me his jacket in the rain. And understanding, I guess, when I told him I didn't want to go home. But we just met… then again, a whirlwind romance is the only kind of romance I can have because my first day was almost up.
"Are you staying the night?" she asks.
"I don't know…" But I didn't have any where else except Simon's and I'm pretty sure the band's going to be over.
"Come on, it'll be fun," Isabelle insisted, "And we can go to Pandemonium, please?"
"Okay, fine." This was going to be a long night.
Jace September 21st, 3:30pm
"Um, hi," I say a little awkwardly, itching to leave but Alec's face said he wanted me to be nice to Magnus.
Magnus sits up as if he hadn't been caught playing tonsil hockey with my brother, smiling widely, "Hi, darling."
I smile back weakly, "So, are you staying for dinner?"
"I don't know… Alexander, babe? What do you think?"
"Yeah, stay," Alec replied, straightening up, but he still had glitter on his face so it really wasn't much help. I still had that image stuck in my head. I'm not homophobic, it's just a little weird seeing Alec with somebody. Or Isabelle. Once I walked in on her and her boyfriend at the time, M-something, and that kept my little buddy down for about a month.
I couldn't say anything because Isabelle came bounding down the stairs, dressed to go out, beaming, "May I present, Clary Fray!"
Clary appeared then, more beautiful than I've ever seen her. And she's beautiful without make-up too but what Isabelle did to her… wow. Clary blushed deeply as she noticed me staring. She's wearing one of Isabelle's dresses and it looks so pretty on her, making her seem like a waifish fairy, her green eyes intensified. She was wearing one of Isabelle's old boots too, black suede, giving her an extra three inches.
"Wow," I breathed.
"I'm really really hungry," Isabelle commented suddenly, "What about you Alec? Magnus?"
I saw a mischievous glint in my sister's eyes. Oh no… What is she doing? She wiggled her eyebrows at Alec and Magnus and they stood up, following Isabelle to the Kitchen, leaving Clary and I alone.
"Hey," I huff out a breath I didn't realize I held.
"Hey yourself," she grins, her cheeks even pinker.
"You look really nice, Clary," I say after a slight silence.
"Thanks," she says quickly, not looking at me. That's really cute. No… not cute. Clary isn't cute. She's beautiful. Ugh, no, not her. Anyone but her. I can't kill her, or love her or get her to love me. That's a terrible way to repay someone for taking care of you.
"Would you like to stay the night? It's still pouring pretty hard," I offer.
"Um, thanks," she stutters, "That would be nice."
"You're welcome. Isabelle's probably going to Pandemonium after dinner and we- I mean Alec and I- usually go with her and since Alec has Magnus he'll probably bring him too. So I was wondering if you'd like to go with us, to dance. It's a really interesting place. I think you'll probably like it. And you're dressed well enough to go anyways..."
"Jace, you're babbling," Clary says sardonically, "And yes, I'd love to go with you."
"Of course," I sigh in relief. What is wrong with me?
Clary September 21st , 2013 6:00pm
Since Alec, Isabelle and Jace usually lived here alone except for the maids and rare times their parents came home, they usually ordered out and tonight was pizza. Jace had an obvious distaste for pizza, though I don't know why. It's pizza! Everyone loves pizza.
We were sitting in the den and Magnus's glitter was everywhere. He was funny and nice and I saw why Alec liked him. He was pretty attractive too, but he's gay so… And I would never consider stealing someone else's boyfriend.
Scooby-doo was on but I don't think anyone was paying attention to it except Jace. He was staring at the TV like it had done something wrong. Isabelle, Alec and Magnus were chatting away like old friends and I had finished my slice and a half (I gave the other half to Isabelle who ate a lot for a skinny girl). Lightwood Mansion was huge. And the Lightwoods were obviously rich. You'd have to be to have such a big house in bustling Manhattan. They were nice people too. Except Jace of course.
I stood up and moved towards the fireplace. There were pictures of all the Lightwoods, including Jace, on the mantle, even though he called himself Wayland. That was his father's name I guess, his real one. I saw a picture of the three of them when they were little, sitting on a picnic blanket. They were so adorable as kids. Isabelle always had her hair braided back and she was dressed impeccably even as a little girl in her white sundress. Alec was the palest of the three of them, his eyes almost a milky pale blue in the sunlight. And then there's Jace, with his golden hair, eyes and skin, slightly toned even for a kid. And then there's the familiarity that hits me. I've seen that kid before. He was the one that I'd played with since the fourth grade. And it fits! He told me about the mansion and how he hated it. Oh my god…
Jace Wayland was my old best friend?
Jace September 21st, 2013 7:00 pm
Isabelle and Clary was catching a cab and Alec was looking for his wallet somewhere so that left Magnus and I standing on my porch.
"What are you doing with her?" Magnus asks suddenly, and with a seriousness I didn't know he had.
"Who?" I reply.
"Clary," he prompts, knowing that I know what he's talking about.
"N-nothing," I shrug, "There's nothing between us."
"Then I hope you'll have no problem staying away from her if there's nothing going on between you two," Magnus raises an eyebrow.
"What are you saying?"
"I think you know what I'm talking about," Magnus replied, getting closer, "The curse. If Clary falls for you, you have to kill her."
I literally jumped three feet, "What?! How do you know about that?"
His cat-like eyes deepened, "I have my ways. Stay away from her if you care about her."
"That's what I'm trying to do!" I growl, "It's just difficult."
"Yeah? Then try harder."
Alec walked out at that moment, looking between Magnus and me who were glaring at each other. "Um, Jace? Magnus? What's going on?"
"Nothing," I snap and turn away, walking towards Isabelle and Clary who've hopefully gotten a cab by now.
Then my phone rang. Kaelie? Oh, crap! I was supposed to pick her up for the movies. I picked up, "Kaelie?"
"Jace? Are you stuck in traffic or something? I'm ready for our date," she says in that annoyingly perky voice of hers.
"Oh right," I cursed inwardly. Now I was conflicted. Go to Kaelie and actually make progress on the three-day thing or stay with Clary? I really should go but something pulled me back. I can't hurt Clary, I can't let her get to close.
I sigh, making my decision.
So? What do you think he'll choose? There's one last part to day 1. Be patient haha, with any luck it'll be up tomorrow or the day after. Next chapter will be about Pandemonium and Jace's choice. Any guesses?
Allace
