I'm back. Sorry for the delay.
Jace's pov
Clary had called asking if I had destroyed the apartment's living room in a temper tantrum. Um no. Then she didnt listen to me when I told her to get the hell out of there. Oh and she hung up. So how's my day going? All lollipops and gumdrops. Cue the blindingly white smile and dimples.
Cursing, I grabbed my things and raced out of the meeting I was currently in. I raced down the street towards clary, praying that she wasn't harmed. I don't know why I care so much but my chest felt like it was being weighed down with ten tonnes of lead. The anticipation of getting home caused me to slam into random pedestrians in my haste.
When I finally reached my building, cops were crawling everywhere. The fire department was there, too. This was not good.
"Clary!" I shouted. The cops looked at me weird. I shoved past him.
"I'm sorry sir but you can't enter. Someone set off a fire alarm. We have to make sure it wasn't a real life or death situation." He concluded his mini sermon with a gentle push backwards.
I deflated. She wasn't dead but she wasn't here. I began to search the crowd when a flash of red caught my eye. Clary was weaving in and out of clusters. She was headed to the coffee shop on the corner. I followed.
She ordered her drink, straight up black, and headed off to a booth. Again, I followed. Little red made herself comfy anf that's when I struck. Swinging into the vacant seat across from her, I clasped her free hand in both of mine. Seeing as one hand was holding what I presumed to be scorching hot coffee, I left it alone.
"So... it's a bit unusual our apartment was trashed, the fire alarm goes off , you hang up on me, but you're calm enough to order coffee while I ran as fast as I could to get here." The eyes that met mine weren't emerald green. They were ice blue and had a 'what the fuck are you on man?' Look in them. Oopsie daisy...
"Sorry. Um I thought you were my fiance..." I trailed off akwardly. "Ummmm I'm just gonna go now..." the chick across from me snorted. Okay then. My legs couldn't carry me out of there fast enough.
So back to square one. No clary but tonnes of anxiety and worry. I was freaking out. Where the hell was she? I tried calling her but all I got was a dial tone then a recording of her somber voice.
"Thank God I found you!" Someone shrieked behind me. A flurry of freckled limbs encircled me. I whipped around to see a random little girl squeazing the life out of my torso.
"Umm who are you?" I asked. I attempted to remove her arms but she was like a vice. She giggled, pulled away, then ran. What was up with that? Today was just not my day. Clary was missing, I was missing my incredibly important meeting, and I mistook a random stranger as my fiance. That weird girl happened too.
The police shouted via megaphone that the building was cleared. The crowd immediately dispersed. Taking the stairs three at a time, I reached my floor, err penthouse. I slid my key into the lock and turned.
The living room was completely destroyed just like Clary said. I oogled a bit before resuming my search for her. She wasn't in the kitchen, her room, her bathroom, the laundry room, or the dining room. That only left one option: my room. That was a longshot but worth a try. I cracked the door open. I did a quick sweep across the the bed and spotted just a tiny smidge of vibrant red against the pristine, white duvet. She was on the other side of my bed. Weird.
"Clary?" I called out, tentatively taking a step before striding across the room. Clary had her knees drawn up with her head resting on them. Her eyes had a vacant look that was scaring me. I followed her gaze to the rose she was holding and past that to a bloody looking message written on my windows.
"He doesn't know you like I do. I'm still watching Clarissa. When the time is right, you're self defense classes won't help you at all." I read aloud. There was more but it was a quick, detailed description of her death.
I enclosed her in my arms, rocking back and forth. She whimpered softly. I gripped her tighter. Soon enough, her arms reciprocated my actions. If only we could stay like this.
"What happened, babe? You had me terrified. Don't hang up on me like that." I whispered in her ear. She shivered. Point one for jace!
"I came home to the living room and then saw the rose facing your room. That's when i saw the window." She explained, voice slightly muffled by my yummy chest. Wink wink.
"Its okay. I won't let anyone hurt you." I promised. I wasn't quite ready to admit that I got all tingly when she referred to this place as home. She snorted and tugged away.
"Too late. I've got tooooo... shower. See you later." She scrambled away. I sighed and leaned against the bed. How do I get her to like me, at least as a friend?
