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Ice Cold
8
Jace didn't even come to the pre-school. He had some football thing he had to practice for.
Clary waited for him to finish, leaning against his car. The school had mostly cleared of students and his car was one of the only ones in the lot.
She wondered how her and Jace had become… friends? Is that what they were? Because just a couple of short weeks ago, they were hardly acquaintances. It was weird. People on the football team don't become friends with best friends of captains of the D&D club.
She was bought out of her daydream when she noticed a flash of gold out the corner of her eye. She turned to see Jace hurrying down the school steps. He was sweaty and still had his football shirt on. He jogged over to Clary, slowing down a few yards away, running a hand through his hair.
"Nice shirt." She commented, nodding to the mud-smeared and sweaty shirt.
"Cheers." He nodded, "I couldn't find my shirt. I think one of the guys took it as a joke."
"Funny."
"Very."
"Now I have to suffer through a car ride with that." Clary grimaced jokingly, gesturing to Jace up and down.
Jace smirked, "You don't like my shirt?"
"No." Clary said, "I don't like your sweat."
Jace raised a brow, a mischievous glint in his eye, "You know, that hurt. I think I may need a hug."
Clary's eyes grew wide as Jace advanced toward her, arms wide. "Jace. No." She said, putting her arms up in front of her and started to back away.
"Come on Clary," He grinned, "come give Jace a hug."
"No Jace. Seriously. I swear, if you –"
Jace lunged towards Clary and she turned to run away. She ran down the parking lot as if Jace were a psycho serial killer branding a machete and she was running for her life.
She turned her head to look over her shoulder, trying to see if he was still following. That was all he needed to quickly tackle her. She stumbled at the impact but she was firmly in his grasp, not able to fall.
She struggled to get out of his arms and he squeezed tighter. She was no match for the star athlete. "Ew. Jace! Stop it." She whined, but she was grinning. It was gross, why was she grinning?
She pushed harder at his arms, trying to get away.
"What do you say?" He asked.
She huffed and tried once more to get out of his arms, he tightened his grip, "What do you say?" He asked again. She couldn't see it, but she could hear the smirk in his voice.
Clary sighed, "I'm sorry." She mumbled.
"What was that?" Jace asked.
Clary rolled her eyes, then she had an idea. All of a sudden, she dropped all her weight to the floor, taking Jace by surprise and slipping out of his grasp. She stood up and grinned triumphantly at him, then pointed an accusing finger, "You touch me again and you'll regret it."
Jace smirked, "I'll regret it will I?"
Clary nodded confidently and Jace chuckled, "Alright there Ms Menacing, let's go see Simone." He said, turning to walk back to the car.
"It's Simon." Clary corrected, calling after him.
Jace lifted a hand over his shoulder and waved it, dismissing the thought, "Same thing."
Clary sighed and jogged to catch up with him.
"My backs all wet now." She groaned, pulling at the back of her shirt.
Jace chuckled and opened the passenger door for her then walked round to the drivers side.
Maia was sitting in the chair Clary had been the night before. Simon appeared to be sleeping and Isabelle was standing next to Maia, talking animatedly with her.
"Oh hi guys," Isabelle whispered when she spotted Jace and Clary approaching.
Clary flashed her a smile, "How's he doing?"
Isabelle smiled, "Not bad," She said quietly, "his concussion's well gone. He just needs to sleep it off."
"He needs to sleep a lot of things off." Jace commented, Clary hit his arm.
"I heard that."
Everyone turned to Simons, the source of the mumble. He slowly blinked his eyes open. "Wow, what are we celebrating?" Simon said, taking in the number of people gathered around his bed.
"Your improvement in appearance." Jace commented, smirking. Clary hit him again and Izzy glared at him. The bruises on Simon's face had gone darker over night. He had a nasty looking black eye and the stitches on the side of his forehead stood out more.
Isabelle looked down at her watch then turned to her brother "Jace, we should go home. I'm driving." She said, gesturing for the car keys. He sighed and chucked them at her. She caught them one handed and turned to Simon "I'll see you tomorrow." She turned to the rest of the group, "See you guys." She said, flashing a grin and waving. Clary and Maia smiled and waved back. Isabelle turned and walked gracefully out the door. Jace followed after her and waved once behind him calling out after him, "See ya."
Tex walked in the moment they walked out. She looked flushed and out of bed. She looked around the room, noticing both the bandaged-head boy and the little girl were sleeping peacefully; she sauntered over to the trio.
"I don't believe we've met." She said, holding a hand out to Maia. Maia stood up and shook it, "No gurl, don't bother standing up for me. I'm Tex." She greeted as she shook the teens hand.
Maia smiled, "I'm Maia." She said, sitting back down in the chair.
"Nice to meet you, Maia." She said, then turned to Clary and nodded her greeting, "Clary."
"Hi Tex." Clary
"Now," Tex said, turning her attention to Simon, "How ya doing, Lewis?"
"Not bad." Simon said, pushing himself to sit further up in the bed, "Actually, I feel great. Absolutely fine."
Tex narrowed her eyes and gazed at him with suspicion, "Now this ain't got nothing to do with that school trip now, has it?"
Simon swallowed, shaking his head, "No mam." He said, "But, now we're on the topic, how's it looking?" He asked hopefully.
Tex shook her head, "I'm sorry honey, I don't know. You'll have to ask your doctor the next time he comes."
Simon nodded in understanding but hung his head. Then he turned to Clary, "What about you?" He asked hopefully, "Did we raise enough?"
Clary bit her lip hesitantly. Simon smiled, "I want you to go Clary, despite if I can go or not."
She nodded, her lips spreading in a slow smile, "We did. With fifty dollars to spare."
Simon grinned, "That's amazing!"
Clary nodded enthusiastically her agreement. She turned to Maia, "Are you going."
"I think so." She smiled.
"Did you get Valentine to sign the slip?" Simon asked, looking at Clary. Simon was the only person who knew about Clary's relationship with her father, or lack of relationship rather. He was the only one who she told her about her past to too.
He didn't know about the incident with him the other night yet. Clary thought she should keep it that way.
She looked back at him meaningfully, "Not yet."
Simon pursed his lips and nodded.
It was already dark outside, it being winter, and Jace stared out the window worriedly. He didn't trust Izzy's driving but she kicked up a fuss every time he didn't let her. And he trusted it even less in the dark on icy roads.
The car swerved once again along the bumpy lining on the edge of the world. Isabelle pulled it hastily back onto the road, making the car jerk.
"How did you pass your test?" Jace asked.
Isabelle shot him a glare, "I'm not that bad. I've been complimented on it before." She said, sitting straighter in her seat.
"Izzy, you do realize when you find a little slip of paper saying 'parking fine' on your windscreen, they aren't complimenting you." Jace smirked.
Isabelle hit his arm, "That was one time! I had just passed my test. What was I meant to think?" She fought, indicating off to the right and turning the car sharply down a different alley.
Jace's shoulder hit the side of the car from the impact. He grimaced and rubbed it. "Um, Iz? Did your driving skills rub off on your sense of direction?"
Isabelle grinned, "We're taking a detour." She said, indicating again to the left and pulling into a small parking lot in front of a little shop.
Jace read the sign and his eyes flung open, "Oh hell no." He exclaimed, "Izzy, you said we were going home."
"You wouldn't have come if I told you." She grinned wickedly.
Jace glared at her. "Izzy. We're going home. Now."
Isabelle raised an eyebrow and stepped out the car, taking the car keys with her. Damn.
"I booked you an appointment." She said, "Come on Jace, I know you've been in pain for days."
Jace frowned, his jaw sending a sharp wave of pain through his mouth as if to prove her point.
"You just wouldn't admit it cause you don't want to go to the dentist. You can't hide from them forever." She said, frowning when Jace still didn't budge. "Get out the car, Jace." She said sternly.
Jace knew better than to mess with Isabelle when she was being stubborn - he had learnt from many past experiences. He huffed and got out the car, walking grudgingly towards the dentist. Isabelle laughed softly to herself as she mentally compared him to a three year old having a tantrum.
"Well, Mr. Lightwood, I have a relatively easy fix for you," Dr Carter, a middle aged blonde woman, said peeling off her blue latex gloves and dropping them in the trashcan. Here it comes Jace thought. "You need to have your wisdom teeth removed.
"What?!" Jace exploded from his perch on the rickety exam table. Isabelle tried to suppress her grin, Jace very rarely lost his cool – especially in front of other people. Apparently dentists were an exception. "Uh-uh. No way. Not happening." Jace said, waving his hands in an 'absolutely not' fashion.
Dr Carter seemed amused; she raised an eyebrow to Isabelle, "Not a fan of dentists?"
Isabelle glanced at Jace's freaked expression, "You could say that." She laughed.
"I refuse. Come on Iz, lets go. He said, picking up his jacket and swinging it on in one smooth motion. "My wisdom teeth aren't going anywhere. They're coming with me." Izzy didn't move position from leaning against the door, effectively blocking Jace's exit.
"Not if you want to get rid of the pain they're not." Carter said sternly, "And there are a lot of complications that can occur from impacted wisdom teeth. If you think your hurting now – just you wait. And you'll have to come back a lot more." She said, an impish expression on her face. Isabelle smirked, the doctor knew where to play her cards. "They really do need to come out sooner rather than later, Jace."
Seeing Jace's hesitant expression, the doctor walked over the her desk in the corner of the room. She scribbled something down and ripped the paper off a small pad. She extended her arm with the slip towards Jace, "These will help with the pain until you get them removed."
Jace snatched the paper and stuffed it in his pocket, turning to leave again. "Come on Izzy, we're leaving."
"I wrote the name and number of a great oral surgeon I know personally on the back of the prescription."
Isabelle moved from the door and Jace stalked out of the room. She smiled apologetically to the docter, "Thanks doc. He is grateful… he just doesn't know it. "
The doctor smiled, "No worries. Just make sure he gets that appointment."
"Will do." Isabelle waved and left the room for her brother.
Please review - tell me what you thought :D
I'm really scared of what you guys think of the Clace? Is it okay? I'm not great at writing fluff.
I'm going to do a review reply here to some of the questions asked that might benefit you all.
Any idea how long this story will be (asked by DreamSlyrtherin177710) - I hope it will be reasonably long. Im not really sure yet. I'll have to see if people still like it I guess, haha.
Are Jace's eyes blue or gold in this story (divergentislife4) - Hmmm... good question. I don't know yet. What do you prefer? I'll let you chose and use it later :D
