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Chapter 6: I Joke

Clary's Point of View

Well, wasn't I smart?

My pretty smart plan could just be foiled right now. So much for getting him to model. "I'll just tell Izzy to force you to make you model for me," I threatened him, seeing no other option then that.

"Yeah," he snorted, giving me a look asking how did I think that Izzy was going to make Jace model for me. "Izzy can't make me do anything."

"Fine, well, we both can. I will tie you down and –"

"Kinky," Jace interrupted, smirking.

"Oh, would you get over yourself? Anyways, I will tie you down and Izzy and I will forcefully feed you her cooking. How does that sound?" I asked him, rushing the part about tying him down again. I hoped the red that crept up my face was gone now.

Of course Jace would say something like that. Boys. What can you do?

"You wouldn't," he said, in fake horror. Or maybe some of it was real. Maybe her cooking really was that bad – I never had tried it, of course. And I wasn't planning on to any time soon.

"Oh, I would," I smirked at him, before continuing my pastel art of eyes. It was all black and white, and the variations of the colors were tripping me up. We all had to do some type of pastel work, and eyes were something that I've always really like drawing, even if I wasn't all that good at it.

"In that case," Jace said, making my eyes tear away from the paper, my hand still frozen in the air where I was about to make my next stroke of a shade of gray. "I guess I have to do it. No choice."

I tried biting back my smile, but it broke through anyway. "Didn't know that her cooking was that horrible," I stated while doing the space right underneath the person's eyes.

"It's inedible," Jace put bluntly.

"Well, that's something I'm not going to try out then," I said, almost to myself as I got lost in the artwork.

Pastel was really doing wonders for me. Shading was hard to do without the proper tools and using your finger got your fingers all black and you couldn't control it as much as you could with the took.

The pastels, however, were really easy to use on the manila paper. Mrs. Gilmore appeared by my side, nodding her head approvingly at my artwork. "Wonderful as always Clary," she said, studying it a bit more.

"Don't forget to make these spots darker, see how it's darker on the girl's face?" Mrs. Gilmore pointed out, tracing the line that cut across the cheekbone. "It will really make this look three dimensional."

"Okay," I said as she walked away, helping someone else. I made the spots that she pointed out darker, seeing that it really was starting to make it look 3D.

I finally started on that blacks and the eyes and he white when Mrs. Gilmore came around again. "Excellent job, Clary. Don't forgot, the last thing you do is the eyelashes," she said before silently going away again.

I felt a prickly burning sensation, almost like a horrible mosquito bite that I couldn't stop scratching. But this was from someone looking at me. "That's what's called excellent these days? Man, they let anything be considered good," a voice sneered behind me.

I knew without turning around that it was Aline. "What do you want?" I asked, putting my pastel down carefully and turning around to look at her squarely in her eyes.

"Nothing. Just everything that is rightfully mine. Like Sebastian, for example. He was yours, but now he belongs to who he really belongs to," she answered snobbishly.

"Really? Because, he was mine first. You just got my sloppy seconds, as usual. You can have him, by the way. I don't really care about him. So have fun bragging about something I really couldn't care less about. Kind of like you," I said, smiling sweetly at her, but my gaze on her was enough to burn a hole through her.

Wouldn't that be nice, if she just burst into flames right now?

She was just about to retort something to me, her face already twisted up into an angry evil face when Mrs. Gilmore asked Aline, "What are you doing?"

"Just going to the bathroom," she replied innocently, her face smoothing out.

"Well, I don't see it necessary to stop and talk to people on your way," Mrs. Gilmore said. Aline turned around and scowled, before stomping off.

I smiled. Mrs. Gilmore knew what a big pain in the ass Aline was. She deserved that and more. I took out the white pastel again; ready to make the white of the eyes when Jace started talking.

"It's good, just so you know."

I turned around, and smiled at him. "Thanks."

"Are you going to do me as good as that?" he asked, gesturing towards my pastel drawing of eyes.

"No, I'm going to make you look like a lion," I retorted, hoping that he didn't meant the innuendo, before turning back to my work. A hot lion, I added, thinking how his golden hair would make an awesome color for the fur.

"Yeah, but I'll make a sexy lion," I heard him say. I bit back a smile and rolled my eyes, wondering how someone so cocky could possibly have a normal sized head.

"Okay, that's it. You're going to be a goldfish," I told him, as I starting rubbing in the eye color that was a dark brown.

"Why a goldfish?" Jace mused, making my hand slip. Muttering under my breath, I used a lighter pastel to make it back to normal.

"Because," I said, as I concentrated on the pupil, coloring it a dark black, "a goldfish cannot be in any possible way be sexy."

"I'm hurt," he mocked, and I could just picture him pulling a Jace – putting his hands over his heart. I didn't say anything, just started on the other eye, hoping to make them the same color. I always had a problem with that – it always ended up too dark or too light.

"Wait, so you think I'm sexy?" Jace asked, and I could feel his eyes burning holes in my back.

"No," I answered without looking back at him, mainly to keep him from seeing my red-hot cheeks, "you just keep trying to make yourself end up sexy."

"You're getting better," he said approvingly.

"At?" I promoted.

"Comebacks. You're not getting flustered like most girls," he answered. I finally turned back to look at him.

"Was that a compliment I just heard from Jace?"I turned back around to smile sweetly at him when the seven minute warning bell to start cleaning up rang. I dramatically looked away from him and gathered my things, dropping the pastels in the right different colored bins.

"Don't get used to it," a voice came next to me ear. Jace was standing only a few millimeters away, so close that I could see the light amber flecks in his eyes.

He moved away from me as silently and quickly as a ghost, disappearing in the crowd near the sinks. I wiggled my own black and gray stained fingertips, one of an artist. I carefully put away my pastel art, pleased with the way it was turning out.

Of course, the finishing touches would make it better but for now it would have to do. "Should I drop by afterschool?"

I looked up, wondering how the heck Jace could move so silently that I didn't know that he was standing next to me until he spoke.

"Sure," I said, shrugging while washing my hands with soap.

"Or, Alec and Izzy could drop both of us off at your house," he offered, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"Or," I said, looking at him from the side of my eye, "you could come with me."

"With your best friend Rat-Face?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I smacked him with my still wet hands, getting a small handprint on his gray shirt.

"He is not a Rat-Face! Yesh, you're so mean."

"Kidding," he said, holding up his hands not unlike showing a cop that you weren't armed. I glared at him out of the side of my eye, briefly considering splashing some water at him before wiping my hands.

When the bell rang, I just walked right out the door, not bothering to wait for Jace. When I was halfway to my locker, someone grabbed my elbow. I sighed and turned as the sea of students parted around us like we were stones in a stream, not surprised to be greet Jace's face. "Running away from something?" he questioned.

"You," I replied, walking quickly again. Jace's long legs were no match for mine, however, and he easily kept pace.

"C'mon, I'm sorry. I was joking. If it makes you happy, I will get in the car with Rat-Face with you."

"Only if you stop calling him that," I said, trying not to smile. Jace sighed but nodded his head. "Good then. Hurry up now, I don't want to make Si wait."

I left Jace who was taking his time packing his bag, and went by Simon's locker. "You're early today," he noted while shutting his locker.

"Jace is coming with us," I blurted out.

Simon blinked, before his eyes refocused on me. "Why?" he asked. Seeing my face, he added, "Not that I have anything against him or anything, but doesn't he have his siblings to drive him back home? Unless they of course left him behind…I wouldn't be surprised by that." He muttered the last part, almost to himself.

"Simon, don't be mean," I chastised.

"Yeah, what she said," Jace said from behind me. "Oh, and I'm modeling for her, FYI."

"I was kidding," he murmured, before hitching his backpack up his back and pushing his glasses up his nose. "Let's go now."

The car ride was silent, and uncomfortable to put it plainly. "Bye Clare," Simon said when I made a move to get out of the car. "And Jace," he tacked on the end.

"Bye Si!" I said before slamming the car door shut.

"Well, that wasn't awkward in the least," Jace remarked drily.

"It's your fault," I retorted, taking the stairs two at a time and shoving my key into the door.

"Want me to leave?" Jace threatened.

"What do you think Sherlock?" I asked, walking to the kitchen.

"I don't know General Sarcastic." I barked a laugh at that.

"Me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. "Coming from the master of sarcasm."

"Yeah, well, I'm a dude," he responded, taking a candy red apple and taking a bit out of it. I couldn't help but to notice that even the way he ate was sexy. There is something deeply wrong with me, I thought, dragging my eyes away from him.

"And that has to do with what exactly?" I asked, taking a banana for myself and walking to my room, with Jace on my tail.

"Dunno." Jace shrugged, before walking into to my room. "This is your room?" I could hear the humor underlying his voice.

"A problem, Jace?"

"It's just so…orange," he said, not bothering to smother his laughs.

"Don't make me smack you," I threatened, my eyes narrowing at him.

"Kidding," he said, giving me a sly smiling, showing that he really wasn't joking.

"You're so mean," I stated, unpeeling my banana, perfectly like in the cartoons with three even peels. Success.

"I prefer to call it honest." He smiled widely at me, letting me see his chipped right incisor. I snickered, before finishing off the banana and throwing it in my trashcan.

"More like brutally honesty," I noted dryly, shifting through my art supplies to get the paper Ms. Gilmore gave me to make my piece on.

Jace just gave me that smile of his, that oh so sexy one, but it wasn't going to work on me. My anger was not going to evaporate like water. Even if it does work on every single other girl. While setting up my easel, I could feel his eyes following every move of my, like a hawk.

"Done eating Jace?" I asked sweetly, taking out my paints and pencils.

"No," I heard him say before taking a huge bite. With a mouthful of apple, he asked, "Why?"

"Oh no reason," I replied derisively.

"I smell sarcasm," he said, wagging his index finger at me.

"So you're a dog now?" I shot back, wanting to just bit his finger. Oh gosh, that kinda could sound wrong. Oh god, why am I thinking about it like that?

"Woof," he barked, arching an eyebrow. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic."

"Besides, it's a girl's job to be a dog," he added, smiling smugly at me, leaning against my wall.

Pointing my paintbrush at him, I smiled innocently. "I will lock you in the bathroom. With no food."

"I'll be okay, as long as you're there with me," he answered, smirking.

"Ugh, get over yourself already. For a new boy, you already are big headed."

"Only because certain people give me a reason to," he countered.

"Yeah, like who?" I challenged, placing my hands on my hips, looking up at him. He was a hell of a lot taller than me.

He just smirked in that way of his, sat down dramatically on my bed, and posed. "I'm ready for my close-up," he stated in a girly voice of his.


Hey, guys, so guess what? I worked on this on my birthday! Yeah, I'm posting this a day later because of teasers and what not, but it's my special treat to you. And as my present, (hehe) give mama some love! Okay, that sounded like 100x better in my head. Anyways, secret word: birthday. Uhm…oh yea! So there was a crazy snow storm in NJ and all the power lines went down…we had no school for three days! But then the next day, (today) we had to go to school. Poopie for me cause of my bday but oh well, what can you do? Goal: im too lazy to check cause it's like midnight and im tired aha XD

Thanks guys! Sorry it has been so long! Hope you don't all kill me for it – oh wait, you can't unless you want to know where this story is going *cue evil laugh*

~Icyfirelove3

P.S. I HAD HALLOWEEN TODAY. YUP, ON A FRIDAY. SO I JUST GOT BACK RIGHT NOW (I got straight from school to here) SO SORRY THIS IS SUPER DELAYED.

P.P.S. Give thanks to CoolestxNerd for starting this story and the first three chapters!