Clary POV
Oh great, not only does he take my breath away, but now he also takes my voice away.
His smirk turned into a wide grin at some point while I was lost in my thoughts. The girls started coughing and looking away awkwardly. I was so confused as to what was happening, until I realised I said that out loud. Oh no..
"Jace," I said, again, clearing my throat and inwardly cursing my mouth. "How are you?"
"I'm good, little red. How are you? It's been a while. I still take your breath away, huh? That's good then. Although, that is expected of you, since it is the most common reaction from everyone," he boasted. He came up to me, and picked my hand up, kissing the back of my hand.
"I'm good," I smiled. I could feel my cheeks burning. "And OMG! Still the same asshat, huh?" I fake squealed, before rolling my eyes playfully.
Holding his hand to his heart in mock pain, he said, "my dear Clarissa, how could you say that?! I am truly hurt. It hit me right there, straight through my heart. The pain is almost piercing."
At this point, Jen and Izzy were laughing uncontrollably at our banter. Maia just smirked shaking her head, and left saying she had some appointment. Probably going to do her nails or something. I don't get the point of that, why can't you just do it yourself? Unless you're lazy, like me. Looking down at my fingers, I realised I needed to cut them soon.
"You guys should just go out already!" Izzy squealed through her laughter, she was wheezing now. Too much of squealing today. Anymore, and I'm sure I'll go deaf.
"All in good time, Izzy, all in good time. I'm going to take her on such a beautiful date; I'll knock her socks off," he said cockily.
It was my turn to start laughing. Knock her socks off, ahaha!
Walking in to the stall again to change, I said, "in your dreams, asshat."
"Oh honey, what goes on in my dreams wouldn't be appropriate to be brought up in daylight, and around our lady friends," he said.
"EWWWWW!" the girls screeched and ran into their stalls.
"Jaaceeee!" I wailed.
"Claaaryyyy!" he wailed back.
Well, two can play this game, I thought. I walked up to him, stood on my tippy-toes.
Leaning in, I whispered, "you're right. We should save it for later then. Tell me everything that happens in your dreams, every single detail." Turning around, I walked as seductively as I could into the stall.
"I knew you'd come around, little red," he said chuckling. I winked at him.
Just as I was about to close the door, I could see Jace chuckle quietly. He also seemed to be a little out of breath. Good, I thought. It felt good to be able to have this effect on him.
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Wyatt POV
"He wants you to WHAT?!" I screamed.
"He wants me to kill her. He thinks it's a win-win. I won't go the jail, their company goes down, Verlac's company's reputation will shoot up and we are free to leave," my brother calmly replied, playing some game like it was no big deal.
"Listen to me, you idiot! You can't do this! Killing that innocent child was one thing, but killing the only daughter of the Morgenstern family will land your ass in jail! Don't be stupid. It is because of her that you aren't in jail now. Be thankful, you ungrateful butthead!" I yelled, picking up the phone.
"Who are you calling?" he asked.
"Clary, she has to know. She cannot die," I replied.
"You can't!" he yelled.
"I can!" I yelled back.
"Forgive me, brother," he said calmly.
"For wha-" I was asking before something hit my head and I fell into a world of darkness.
4 hours later…
"Ohh", I moaned in pain. That hurts. My head is throbbing.
I opened my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings. Tom's apartment. We were talking about something. What was it? Clary! Shit, she's in danger! I gotta save her. It's the least I could do to repay her. Looking around for my phone, I saw it smashed in the corner. That idiot! I could kill him myself!
Trying to stand up, I almost lost balance and had to grab on to the back of the sofa. Deep breaths, come on Wyatt. You need to do this. Walking out, I knocked on the neighbour's door and waited as patiently as I could.
"Hi, how can I help you?" a deep voice said. Turning around I found the most sparkly creature on Earth. I've seen his pictures on fashion magazines before. Hell, he used to be a client at the Verlac firm. What was his name! Think, think, think! Something Bane. Mag.., magnet, angus..Magnus!
"Mr. Bane, it's me, Wyatt Lockwood, from the Verlac firm. I need to make a phone call, please. Its urgent," I sounded so desperate.
"Does it depend on someone's life?" he asked, showing me in to this apartment.
"More than you'll ever know," I said.
I dialled her number hoping it wasn't too late, and it kept ringing. No answer. On the last ring, she answered.
"Clary here, how can I help?" she said.
"Clare, its me, Wyatt. Listen to me, I know you have absolutely no reason to want to talk to me or even believe me, but you have to listen. Sebastian has ordered Tom to kill you in exchange for us to be set free. I was going to call you earlier when tom told me, but he hit me and ran away. He's probably coming for you. I don't know for sure. But you have to get yourself to someplace safe where he most definitely will not find you! Do you hear me?" I said frantically.
"Why are you telling me?" she asked, fear not showing at all. I heard a car door slam in the background.
"Because I love you. Despite what I have done to you in the past, I still do love you and care for you. I know that there will never be anything between us ever again, and it is my fault. But it is the least I could do to you for what you've done for me. And, I guess you could consider this as my way of apologizing," I whispered the last part, guilt wrecking my whole body. "I'm sorry."
"Fine, I'm on my way to Magnus Bane's apartment. I should be safe there," she said.
"No!" I yelled. "You can't come here. Tom lives here, just next to Bane's apartment. I'm using his phone now actually." After a moment's consideration, I realised that Tom wouldn't think of looking here and I asked her to come here explaining why.
"Where are you now? Exactly?" I asked.
"Just getting out of the cab. Crap, I can see him. He's just outside. I gotta hide. Ughh! He saw me," she screeched. I heard heels hurriedly clacking against the ground.
Shit! He's got her. I drop the phone and run out the apartment, trying to get out the building as soon as possible. I pushed people out of my way, ignoring the screams and name-calling.
God, if you're really up there, please keep her alive until I reach there. Please keep her safe. Nothing should happen to her. Please God. I've never been to a church, or prayed or even had faith ever before. But in this moment, I had to believe.
I was running down the sidewalk when I saw a flash of blonde running into a side lane that led to a dead end. It was dark now, and I had to squint to see my surroundings. I heard Clary scream and knew it was them. Pushing my feet even harder against the ground, I ran faster.
Rounding the corner, I could see Clary trying to scramble to her feet from the floor. Thankfully, there was some dim light atleast. Jace was punching Tom in another corner. I ran over to Clary and helped her up before trying to get her out of the place, knowing fully well that Jace could handle Tom.
Just as we were running, someone kicked me, and I felt my legs give away. I fell to the ground and saw Tom chasing Clary, who ran the opposite way, straight into the blocked up wall. He slapped her so hard; she fell to the ground, screeching with pain. Luckily, Jace managed to get behind Tom without him knowing and hit the back of his head with a bin lid. Tom fell to the ground groaning. This time, I lost it and ran over to him, punching him repeatedly. When I heard a crushing noise as my fist connected with his nose, I was satisfied. This is pathetic, I thought. I have to brutally hit my own flesh and blood, but I'm doing it to save a life. Forgive me, God.
I got up to follow Jace and Clary out of this place, but I noticed Tom move his hand into his pocket. This can't be good, I thought. He pulled out a gun and aimed it at the couple in front of me. If it was any other circumstance, I would be really happy if they were a couple. I didn't know if they were a couple, but I had no time to think about that.
"Noooo!" I screamed and ran to block them. Tom wouldn't shoot me, would he?
Just then, his finger pulled on the trigger, and the bullet shot out at my chest. It felt like something pierced me and burned me at the same time. It was painful. I felt my chest start to tighten.
The police turned up at the right moment. The last thing I saw was flashing lights and Clary leaning over me, the loose tendrils of her hair framing her face making her look like an angel, her bright green eyes shimmering with tears. I tried to wipe away the stray tears, but I couldn't move. Then I fell into a world of darkness.
