No I haven't abandoned this story, and I'm sorry it took me so long to updated but here is chapter 7!
Disclaimer: I don't own these character
Clary's POV
While Alec and Jace were out I was stuck with Isabelle, and she wasn't exactly the best company to have. She has two sides to her when it comes down to me. She either is silent and sends death glares my way or she won't shut up about her personal life. And at the moment she chose the latter.
"So while Simon and I were out on this fantastic date, this waiter chick kept staring at him while we were trying to order, and do you know how many times I tried to clear my throat so she can get the hint?" Isabelle obnoxiously says while pacing back and forth.
"No I don't.. Now can you please shut the hell up before my ears bleed!" I shout, while laying down on bed inside the cell.
"Well let me tell you how many times I cleared my throat.. Five times Clary, I cleared my throat five damn times so she can get the hint but she didn't even glance at me! People are just so obnoxious and rude these days. Do you know the feeling when someone is just being so annoying where you're at the point where you want to rip their head off?" She sighs dramatically and falls to a chair and puts her feet on the desk.
"You're kidding right?" I ask getting up from my laying position and making my way towards the cell bars.
"No i'm not and the worst part was, is that the fact Simon didn't do anything." She sighs, once again. "He is just so oblivious sometimes."
"Oh really, and you say he's the oblivious one in the relationship." I mutter, "Where is Alec and Jace when you need them?"
"Why do you want Alec and Jace?" She asks.
"No reason.." I trail of sarcastically.
"You do realize Alec is gay and Jace… Well he's Jace not much you can do about him." She states grabbing a chocolate bar from her jacket pocket and unwrapping it.
"I kind of figured with Alec but honestly there's nothing I can say about Jace besides the fact he's annoying and too cocky for his own good." I eyed her carefully.
She shrugs and starts munching on her chocolate bar, while taking out her phone and doing God knows what on it. 'Thank you', I think to myself. I go back and lay down once again on my bed thinking of what's going to happen next. How is my brother and father going to get me out of here? What if Jace did find something and could possibly use it against me? What are they going to do to me?
My thoughts trail off when I hear a door shutting and footsteps coming down the stairs.
I get up from my position and look to find three figures, two are easily recognisable; Jace and Alec but the third figure I couldn't exactly see who it was.
When all three of them come into the light I notice a tall, lean figure and the one word that comes to mind if I were to describe him is; glitter or even sparkly.
"There you guys are I was wondering when you were coming back." Isabelle states, getting up from her sitting position and hugging Jace and Alec. When she see the very 'sparkly' man, she squeals. "Magnus!" She yells and jumps into his arms.
"Oh darling is it ever good to see you too." The man 'Magnus' says, hugging her tightly.
"While this is a fun reunion and all, may I ask who the hell the glitter ball is?" I ask interrupting their hugging fest, and soon all eyes are one me.
"What?" I ask putting my arms through the cell bars and hanging them there.
Jace clears his throat and says, "Clary this is Magnus also known as; the high warlock of Brooklyn." Jace starts walking up to me and whispers, "play nice."
"Oh Jacey, you know that's not in my job description." I smile sweetly. Suddenly missing the feeling of his warm, minty breath near me.
Jace turns to me glares but that won't stop me. He then walks back to the trio. Magnus or what I like to call him from now on 'glitter ball' descendes towards me. "You must be the lovely Clarissa I've been hearing so dearly about."
I internally cringe at my first name, I'm somewhat use to how my father says it, but that doesn't mean I don't hate my first name equally. "Don't say that, it's Clary." I snap.
"How about Biscuit?" He asks.
"What?"
Suddenly a wave of memory comes over me. I swear I've heard that name before but I just can't exactly pinpoint where.
"Never mind pet names, we got stuff to do. Jace you're on watch. Isabelle, Magnus follow me, I've got some reports to do." Alec states and then the three left.
Jace grabs his duffel bag that hung loosely off his shoulder and puts it on the table, and starts ruffling through it.
"Did you get what I asked for?" Hoping he has found my art supplies. I couldn't imagine my life without art.
"Yeah, here." He hands me my sketchbook and a pencil. I look up at him and he just shrugs. "That's all you're getting, I saw you with a seraph blade. And I can't imagine what you would do with a sharp, pointed pencil."
At that I roll my eyes and sit down, on my bed crissed crossed. With sketchbook in lap I start to look through it.
My head shoots up all of sudden, "you didn't look through this did you?" I ask. I'm so worried because if he did, it would be like he looked through my soul.
He shakes his head. "No."
I just nod in response.
0.O.0.O.0
Hours later, I'm still sketching and I look up to see Jace has fallen asleep in the chair Isabelle was in before, in the same position, with her feet kicked up but instead his head is bent and you barely can hear his light snores, that drift through the air.
I flip a page in my sketchbook, after I'm done doodling my very detailed flower, I flip the page to a sketch of my mom. I stare at it for awhile and run my hand up the side of her face, that I drew. I'll admit it looks like her, with her green eyes and vibrant hair. She was always so gorgeous and I use to wish to be like her when I was younger.
And it wasn't just her looks that was so captivating about her, but the way she cared about people and how compassionate she was about the things she loved. I use to adore her and idolize her.
My eyes start to tear up at the thought that I'll never see her beautiful emerald eyes light up when she talked about the things she loved, or her bright smile that could stop anyone in their path.
I quickly recover from my thoughts and flip the page but not before Jace could catch me. "I'll admit she was beautiful." He says, suddenly awake and getting up from his position and making his way towards the cell bars.
"What?" I close the book to look up at him.
"Your mom, I saw a picture of her in your room.. Well the one you drew."
"I thought you said you didn't look through my book!" I snap, also getting up from the bed and stand on the other side of the bars.
"I didn't, I saw the picture at your vanity table."
"Oh." I look down, somewhat embarrassed.
"What happened to her?.. Your mom I mean, what happened to her?"
I look up to see his expression and all I see is general curiosity. I think about my answer for a bit. Should I tell him? No that would be ridiculous I barely know him. Should I lie to him? No he doesn't deserve that. So I finally do what I'm best at.. Push people away.
"None of your damn business." I say coldly.
He looks taken back by my sudden coldness towards him but quickly recovers. Narrowing his eyes. "Look I get it, it's a touchy subject but you don't have to be a bitch about it."
"I get to be a bitch about whatever I want. At the moment we are talking about my mother, if I don't want to talk about it, I get the rights to be a bitch… Especially if it is a 'touchy' subject." Also narrowing my eyes to match his expression.
He rolls his eyes, "whatever I don't need this." And walks away.
Not two minutes later Alec comes down signaling Jace that his shift was over. I walk back to my bed and hide my sketchbook and pencil under the covers, just incase Jace didn't tell Alec about my supplies. 5 minutes pass of no conversation and boredness. I crawl under the covers and fall into sleep.
Ok so guys I'm sorry I haven't been active and honestly I don't have an excuse besides that it's summer and I'm busy. But I hope you guys like this chapter and please review and give me helpful criticism it will help a lot!