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Chapter 7
"So, you just kissed her?" Izzy yelled at him once he was done with his story. His pathetic story. His pathetic, extremely detailed story.
His plot, he thought in a moment of evil-ness
"Um, yes? You have a problem?" Jace asked snarky, in a tone he knew Isabelle hated.
"Well, yeah! For one, she seems like a nice girl, not your type." Isabelle said with disgust. "And two, SHE'S FREAKING LIVING WITH US! Do you want to get her kicked out? Because I DON"T!" Okay, Isabelle was majorly freaking out. What else was new?
"First, Isabelle, I think you're way overreacting. And I don't want to get her kick out. Where would be the fun in that?" Isabelle looked at him with venom.
"So that's what she is to you? Just some fun?" Isabelle asked him, enraged. Jace smirked at her.
"What is she to you? Just a Barbie doll for you to dress up?"
"No, she isn't Jace. She's a real, actual person. Not just some bit of fluff you can screw and throw away like a piece of trash before moving on to the next one. And don't say it's because you've had a horrible up life, Jace! Because she has too! And do you see her going around leading random guys on and kissing people behind her sluttly girlfriends back? I don't think so!"
"But you don't really know her yet, do you Isabelle?" Isabelle didn't even pause.
"But I really know you, Jace Lightwood!" Jace stood up suddenly and turned to leave, feeling hollow inside.
"No, you don't Izzy. You really, really don't." he said quietly as he left the room.
xxxx
Alec drove Clary to orientation, being the only one Clary had been able to find, other than Jace.
Other than Jace.
Stop thinking about him! She mentally scolded herself, and then turned back to the conversation that she had been having with Alec.
"So, do you play any sports?" he asked. She decided that she liked his voice. It was smooth and nice and soothing and sweet, sort of like honey, with deep bass tones underlying is lighter tenor. She absorbed its sensation before replying.
"Um, no. I did softball in fourth grade, but I decided I didn't like it. Now I mostly do art, but I work out sometimes." She had, like, once in her entire life, actually, when her old friend Maya (tough, sporty, gorgeous, and completely opposite from Clary) had convinced her to go to the gym with her. Clary had hardly been able to lift the bar when she did squats, and had immediately pulled her bicep while doing curls. She hadn't returned since, obviously.
Alec seemed, well, not exactly thrilled, but slightly more excited than his usual quiet, laid-back demeanor. "Cool. I could spot you sometime. We have a gym on the fifth floor."
"Oh."Clary said in surprise. "Jace didn't show it to me."
"Yeah, well, he wouldn't." Alec rolled his eyes. "Jace prefers to work out at regular gyms, where all the girls can oogle at his muscles."
Clary felt surprised, for some reason. "Really? Why?" Alec gave her a 'duh' look.
"Hate to break it to you, Clary, but Jace is the biggest player at our school. He goes through girls as fast as he goes through a box of cheerios. Which is, by the way, pretty damn fast." Clary felt an embarrassed flush spread up her neck. Oh.
There was a long, awkward silence.
"So, do you have a girlfriend?" Clary wanted to break the tension, but she also didn't want to seem too forward. She gave him a sidelong look to make sure she hadn't gone too far, but Alec looked happy enough to talk.
"Yeah. Her name's Magnolia. She's amazing."
xxxx
Jace was angry. Very, very angry. He didn't want anyone around him to be happy. Not Isabelle. Not Alec. Not Mayrse or Robert. Not Clary.
Not that this was new, though. He had been feeling this way for about the last 16 years. Give or take a couple moments, moments he tried to make happen more often. But honestly? Random sex was getting kind of old. He wanted something. Something more. He couldn't put his finger on it, not yet, but he could feel himself getting warmer.
And then something pinged in his head.
Clary.
He wanted Clary.
He quietly went to his room to plan his next seduction of her.
xxxx
Sometimes she hated him with a fiery passion. Actually, most of the time.
Like right about now.
Isabelle was about to rip Jaces mother fu—
What was that?
She strained her ears to hear. It seemed to be music, coming form down the hall. She padded toward Jaces room (which was quite a feat in four inch heels), and pressed her ear to the door, listening.
Would you ever understand
If it told you I love you
Can you please hold my hand
And tell me that you're true
Isabelle didn't listen after that. She knew who this song was for, and she didn't' like it.
Not. One. Bit.
Jace was being a little too-good-to-be-true, don't you think? If you review, Jace and Clary will heal each other and fall in love and all that crap. But if you don't…
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