Okay big things happening in this chapter. This is where I (ACCIDENTLY) changed the plot of Cassandra Clare's novel. I swear, I didn't mean to!
8. Clary, Right? *looks at Jace* Shhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttt
I was seriously crestfallen as Jace and I walked down the street back to the Institute. And even with the italic 'seriously' it's still a major understatement!
"So, you're going to be here a couple of days." Jace still tried to make me feel better, since I didn't leave my usual confident self. "Is that so bad?"
"Um, yeah! I have to get back to my books! They need me!"
"I thought you had writer's block."
"I still do, but I could be doing something more productive."
"Well, you're wandering the streets with an amazingly attractive young man –"
"Who's already taken." I pointed out.
"Technically no –"
I sighed loudly, which made him shut up, and pulled out my iPod. I absently handed him one of the earphones, and he took it warily.
"Oh, geez, you look like it has cooties or something." I rolled my eyes, and began the shuffle. Not Afraid by Eminem suddenly came on, and I realized this song was playing while I was in the garage.
Jace gave me a sidelong glance, and I handed him the music device. "Pick whatever."
Suddenly, music much louder than mine was playing, and I looked over to see some break dancers just down the street.
"Oh my gosh!" I grinned, and slowed down suddenly when we reached them.
"What?" Jace raised an eyebrow, grabbing the earphone that fell out of his ear when he realized I stopped walking.
"Watch." I pointed as one of the guys was doing an Indian top rock.
"Break dancers. They're a dime a dozen." He shrugged and I watched in awe as the guy dropped and went into a windmill.
"I can do that." I stated. "Are you calling me a dime a dozen?"
"You can?" The question sounded more like a statement. A skeptical statement.
"Uh, yeah!" I rolled my eyes. "I'll show you at the Institute, because I hate this song. Here," I lunged for the iPod in his hands, "I have some bboy music in here."
He pulled it away, and I smirked as we kept walking.
"I doubt you can." He said.
"Okay, then if I show you, will you give me a seraph blade?" I smiled hopefully.
"So I'll owe you two?" He demanded incredulously.
"No, just give me the blade in advance. Please?"
"You're on." He playfully glared at me, and pulled my earphone out of my ear and tore off.
"Hey!" I yelped, and ran after him.
.M.I.W.
My bboy music had dramatically changed just as I was about ready to start. Instead Soulja Boy came on with Pretty Boy Swag.
"Are you sure you're white?" Jace asked from where the speakers were coming from.
We were in the gym and Jace had stolen Isabelle's speakers for her iPod from her room since she was out.
"Well… last time I checked." I faux examined my arm. "Yup, I'm positive. And I can't break dance with that, by the way."
I skipped over to my iPod attached to the speaker, and switched until I found a perfect song. That was, until, Jace pushed me out of the way.
"Is this one good?" He asked.
Crack a Bottle by Eminem.
"I wanted to try it, but I'm not really sure…" I said warily as I backed up. I shrugged. "I'll try it."
I took a deep breath as the intro played, just getting back to the feel. My Surpa's had been kicked off to the side, since I didn't want to ruin them, and I changed into Isabelle's borrowed short shorts.
And…
I started off in a battle top rock when the song started, quickly moving into an Indian top rock. I froze in mid step when Eminem introduced Dr. Dre, and collapsed when his smooth voice started playing.
I went into a quick six step, which later turned into a windmill (which, by the way, had never been so well polished) and then I spun to my hand in a one handed hand stand. (I'd yet to learn a proper name for it, but that was what I came up with)
I collapsed and rolled on my shoulders as I stopped in the middle of a windmill and froze in a baby freeze.
I looked back at Jace and couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.
"I told you!" I grinned.
"Again, are you positive you're white?" He demanded, when he watched me mouth the words to Dr. Dre's rapping when I went to turn off the iPod. "Where did you learn that?"
"The top rock was… some guy on YouTube, because I can never remember his name." I said, "And the floor work was all Bboyperpetual."
"YouTube…?"
"Remind me to show you sometime." I sighed wearily as I pulled my iPod from the speakers. "You might want to put that back in Isabelle's room now, before she gets home."
"Jace…?"
We both froze, but I knew it was for entirely different reasons. I looked at Jace, to see him glaring at me. I widened my eyes desperately and shook my head slightly.
This never happened in the books…
At least, not to my knowledge.
I turned around to see the one person I was half dreading, half excited to meet.
Clary Fray… or Morgenstern.
Whatever.
I couldn't help but slightly sigh. She was still pretty, and I knew I could never compete with that.
Sometimes I hated my life.
"Who are you?" She asked as she looked at me.
I straightened up, and held my hand out to shake hers. "Madi. You?"
"Clary…" She said warily, then glanced at Jace. "Do you two know each other?"
"In a cosmic sense, I guess." Jace shrugged, taking on an entirely different tone than I'd heard him use today.
Clary looked confused, and I laughed a little.
Sorry people, it's a default setting when things get awkward.
"Yeah." I nodded. "I… I was sent here from the Clave because they didn't really need me in Idris. They thought I could help with the home front and stuff."
I'm a leading man, and the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate…
"Oh." She said. And that was it.
Cool.
"I was just telling Jace how amazing of a break dancer I was." I quickly changed topics. "Since he didn't believe me and everything."
"I see…" And there she was, ogling over my head and at Jace.
Wow, that wasn't annoying at all.
I glanced back at Jace, who was doing everything possible to avoid her gaze. I slowly pulled back, and punched him in the shoulder. He glared down at me, and smirked.
"Um… I think I'm just going to go." I said, and passed them quickly while I collected my shoes.
I didn't go that far though. Instead, I pressed myself against the side of the doorframe to listen.
"She seems nice." Clary said, and I bit my lower lip.
"Yeah, that's until you get to know her." Jace agreed, and I smiled a little.
"What? You're scared of a girl?" She teased, but it was entirely fake.
"Actually, that would make two now."
I gently hit my head against the wall. Idiot, idiot, idiot! He was digging himself a hole!
Clary didn't say anything for a long time, and then spoke up. "She's pretty."
"Yeah, she is."
I know, I know. Bring on the applause people!
"Are you guys…?"
EW!
"No," He laughed. "No, definitely not. You might be surprised, but she has more of an ego than I do."
Don't worry Jace, anyone who knows me has already taken pleasure in in that fact.
"So…" Jace said. "You needed to talk to me?"
"I need to go to Idris." She said.
Oh! So that means the Idris trip was approaching faster than I'd thought. Well, that blows.
So Jace now understood this eminent Idris trip I spoke so much about.
Clary began to prattle on about her mom and how she was visited by a Shadowhunter.
But… she never answered any of his calls. This was impossible.
"Was that it?" I heard Jace's resolve, his patience waning.
Hearing this love story first hand, hearing the character's voices, was like a knife to the heart.
"And I missed you."
Holy shit.
"I missed you too." Jace said. "Clary, I –"
"I wanted to tell you something at Taki's, but you interrupted me. I just want to get it out of the way now."
I crouched, and poked my head around the corner. The blood in my ears was rushing. THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!
Clary had stepped closer to Jace, and my heart raced in an uncomfortable rhythm.
"I… I'm in love with you, Jace. I've always been in love with you. I know you probably don't feel the same way now, but I wanted you to know –"
And that was when Jace kissed her.
Oh. My. God.
When he pulled away, he said, "I love you too."
I jumped upright, and bolted.
Holy shit.
I just ruined a novel.
.M.I.W.
Well, isn't this an interesting predicament?
Me: What the hell?
Jace: What? Didn't you say this was going to happen? And if we're not related, I don't see the problem, I could just tell her –
Me: NO YOU CAN NOT! IDIOT! Can't you see this isn't my novel? No, it's not. It's Cassandra Clare's! I've fucking ruined a novel!
Jace: How do you know you did?
Me: Because if I wasn't here… UGH! *pushes Jace*
