I know you all hate me for taking so long to update...

BUT I can explain,

exams and moving across the country have gotten in the war of writing.

BUT to please you all I wrote last night instead of studying ;)

Enjoy even though after this chapter you will probably hate me.


August 30th

Clary

I try not to think about last night too much because I don't want to turn into one of those obsessive teenager girls who their lives revolve around a guy.

But I can't escape the thoughts of his arms cradling around me, my hands wounded up in his hair, and (duh the best part) his lips on mine.

It sends a shiver of pure desire down my backbone.

I woke up today with a spring in my step.

I quickly dressed in a plaid blouse; loose jeans shorts fitted with a belt, and topped it off with cowgirl boots. I took my hair out of my face by pinning them up in two detached braids.

It felt good to be myself again; well it's starting to feel like myself again.

It took all my self-control not to keep looking out my window every five seconds to see what he's up too.

Remember Clary, you're not one of those girls.

Well, am I?

I'm starting to have conflicting thoughts.

A soft, knock sounded at my door.

I set down my laptop and sprint towards it.

Luke.

I couldn't hide my disappointment.

He gives me a peculiar look, "Someone is at the door for you."

I keep my face impartial, I didn't want Luke to start making rules about what ever we are…

"Thanks."

I stomped down the stairs and caught my breath before opening the door.

Jace stood at the doorway, his hands in his pockets.

My heart skipped a beat, literally.

"Hey," he says casually.

I smile bashfully, "Hi."

"Walk with me?" He pointes towards the end of the street.

I nod and he takes my hand.

I breathe out in relief.

This finally familiar, like I'm stepping into a euphoria memory.

It feels like home, him with me.

We start down my stairs and that's when I notice his house.

Maryse and Robert are hurrying from his house to their car, filling the mobile with suitcase after suitcase.

I go stiff, are they moving again?

What's happening?

I stare at Jace from the side, but he's not paying attention. He's looking straight ahead, as if he's gazing at the future waiting in front of him.

I gulp in anxiety as we walk farther and farther ahead from our houses.

Finally he stops and chooses for us to sit on a bench close to the end of the road. I remember this stop, when I was little, I would always bike here. And then stop to take a break, I thought I just biked like a mile, I would always pretend I just biked up The Andes or something.

What an imagination I had.

Jace pulls me back into reality by slowly stroking the palm of my hand with his. It sends those electric waves down my arms just like last night.

"Oh Clary…" he whispers my name.

"Hmmm…" I reply, I didn't know what else to say, I want him to answer my questions, like right now.

"I have some good and bad news." He starts. My hand goes tense under his touch, he laughs at it. "Don't worry, it's not that bad."

Then why aren't you looking at me? I want to scream that at him, but I need to be patience.

"Which do you want first, good or bad?"

"Always bad news first." I reply with ease. It's much easier to get the worst over with at first and then have something to calm you down with after.

He smiles sadly; "Maryse announced to us today that we're taking…" he puts up air quotes with his free hand, "a family time together for the rest of the summer." He sighs, "We're going to our lake house is basically what she means."

Oh.

I don't really know what to think, or even say.

"Say something Clary."

He's looking at me, searching for signs of who-knows-what.

I finally look back at him and we lock eyes. "That's cool." My voice is plain.

He laughs without amusement, "That's cool? That's all you have to say?"

I frown, no, that's not AT ALL what I have to say, but I just couldn't find the words.

"It will only be for a few days." He begins, "Trust me, if I could stay I would. I even convinced Maryse that I had soccer tryouts, she even believed me." He smiles mischievously, "But then she called the school and found out if wasn't soccer tryouts until school actually started."

His smile fades.

I finally find my voice, "It's okay Jace, really. You'll be back before we both know it." I try to smile at him, but it doesn't work out. "I'm sure family bonding time will be a blast!" I even add some prep into my voice, to give him a boast of confidence.

"I knew you'd understand," he releases my hand and uses it to cup my check, "and about that good news…"

He gently presses his forehead to mine. I can feel his breath and see his lips (which I want to kiss badly) that are so close to mine.

"Yes…" I breathe out anxiously.

"At least when I get back," he smirks, "We'll have plenty of catching up to do."

And that's the exact moment when he crushes his lips onto to mine.

It's not a soft kind of kiss; it's aggressive as if we can make up for all the lost time that will just disappear.

Just when he deepens it, a loud car horn knocks us out of our daze. The Lightwood's car is parked right next to us, why didn't I hear it drive up?

Oh, I have no idea why; maybe I was caught up kissing an insanely attractive male.

Alec sticks his head out the window, "Let's break it up you two lovebirds! We have to get going…"

Alec and Isabelle are smirking at us, like their hiding a secret, while Maryse and Robert are just looking vexed up in the front of the car.

Jace sighs and pulls me up from the bench. "Great timing," he mutters under his breath. "Do you want me to walk you home?" He turns towards me.

I shake my head, "Go ahead Jace," I playfully shove his shoulders forward, "I'll see you soon."

He kisses me on the check briefly before jogging off his car.

I wave to them while they drive off.

I stand there until I can't see the car anymore. Then and only then, do I turn around and walk back towards my ranch house.

My mind feels like mush.

I can't help but thinking; what'll happen at the lake house?

I've seen the movies, I've lived the movies, and an uneasy feelings spreads across my arms.

I trust Jace don't I?

September 2nd

My life is dull without him.

That sounds SUPER cheesy but it's the truth.

I miss him, there feels like there is an empty sensation inside of me. A gaping hole has opened up and no matter how much time I spend with Simon or Maia, it won't close.

September 4th

It's been five days since I've seen him.

I miss his golden features, I miss his blonde locks, his beautiful smile, and of course, his lips.

I want to feel his lips on mine so badly, it hurts.

I have these torrid dreams where we're kissing and kissing and it's going somewhere…and then I wake up.

In a pool of sweat and most importantly, I wake up alone.

September 8th

I turned into someone I never thought I would become, an obsessive teenager girl.

My days seem to orbit around Jace.

Every the morning, I pick up my cellphone, my fingers dancing on the numbers, craving to call him.

But I never do.

If he wanted to talk to me, he would call, right?

I keep trying to tell myself that there's probably no signal at his Lake House.

Aren't those houses in the middle of nowhere?

Whatever, I don't care.

Yep, just keep telling yourself that Clary.

Jace

September 1st

Our lake house, so far, is so boring.

Four times, in the middle of the night, I almost stole the car keys from my parents and was tempted to drive back to Brooklyn.

But, I thought of the consequences.

One, I would leave my family, in the middle of nowhere, without a ride home. And two, when they would back home, they would kill me, I'm not even joking.

I sigh, if only Clary was here with me, then everything would be better.

September 3rd

Izzy is driving me nuts.

Apparently, she befriended the only other girl our age in the lake area.

And all day and night, they have been talking, blasting music, and singing. And guess what? Her bedroom is next to mine.

I shove my pillow closer and closer to my ears, but it won't drown out the noise.

I groan and stand up; I can't deal this any longer.

I pat to her bedroom, my bare feet sliding across the cool tile.

I knock on her bedroom, one, twice, six times.

Nothing, I'm guessing they can't hear me.

I shout her name, but I'm fearful that if I open the door without permission, they'd be dancing around in nothing but their birthday suits.

I'm about to knock again when her door flies open.

It isn't Isabelle.

The girl standing before me is wearing nothing but a bra and booty shorts. She's sucking on a lollipop and her smile widens when she sees me.

"You must be Jace." She screams over the music.

"I'm Aline." Instead of shaking my hand (like a normal person), she bear hugs me. Aline wraps her slender arms tightly around me.

When she releases me, I get a good look of her.

I guess you could describe her as 'striking'.

She's half Asian, with curved check bones and her eyes are different than others girls. It makes her stand out.

Aline is still smiling at me (it's kind of creeping me out) and sucking on her lollipop like it's her job (blow job more like it).

Isabelle appears at her side; thankfully she's wearing more than Aline (not much though), a short black dress.

Izzy crosses her arms, "What are you doing here Jace?"

I point to my ears, "Turn it off!"

She gives me a confused glance, "What?"

I roll my eyes, "Turn down your music!"

She shakes her head, still not understanding what I'm saying, "WHAT?"

I'm about to say it for the third time when she crosses her room and she turns off her stereo.

"Now what did you want?"

I roll my head back, "Really Iz? I'm trying to sleep and all I can hear if your music." I lean against the doorway. "Can you just keep it down please?"

Aline inches forward, she's trying for me not to notice, "Of course." Aline says. "Is there anything else you need Jace?" She rolls her tongue on my name.

I narrow my eyes, what's this girl up too? "That's all." I say clearly.

I walk out the door without another word, but I can't help to glance over my shoulder to find Aline at the doorway, still staring at me like I'm fresh meat.

September 5th

Aline keeps trying to find ways to talk me.

I swear she hasn't left our house in days because every time I turn a corner, she's there.

The way she says my name is haunting. It disgusts me and reminds me of how Clary calls me, except it's the exact opposite.

Clary.

My heart contracts at the thought of her.

I miss I could talk to her, but being the GREAT parents they are, Maryse and Robert took all of our phones away. They said we couldn't have the outside world clogging our minds while we need to spend time together and other bullshit like that.

I searched the house, top to bottom and couldn't find my phone anywhere.

It sucks.

My life sucks right now.

September 7th

Maryse, Robert, Alec, Max, and Isabelle are all out in town. Something about getting groceries and they asked me to go, but I pretended I had a monstrous headache.

Which, isn't all a lie.

My whole body aches, but I'm not tired and I haven't worked out in days. I don't know what's wrong with me.

There's a vacant feeling inside of me, like I'm missing something.

Or someone.

Clary.

I never felt this way about anyone, ever.

I was the type of guy who got with girls and then never spoke with them again.

I don't want that to happen again with her.

She's different.

I'm going to be-

A loud banging sound arrives at my door.

It shakes my thoughts away and I find a way to pull myself up and out of bed.

Who could be at my bedroom door?

Are they back already?

No, standing in the doorway is Aline.

My eyes furrow in confusion, "How did you get inside?" I demand.

She's wearing nothing but a skimpy, neon green dress. Does she ever wear clothes? Aline's smile broadens while she holds up a small, thin key. "Isabelle gave me this."

Really? Didn't they just meet like a few days ago?

"Becoming fast friends I see?" I say with a tired voice. I choose to stay here so I could be alone, not so I had to deal with Aline.

"You could say that." She twirls the key in her hair, for some strange reason.

"Why are you here anyways? Isabelle isn't here."

She leans against the doorway to close the distance between us, "Oh I know."

I sigh, "So the reason why you're standing in my bedroom is because…?"

She slides the key in her dress pocket, and leans closer to me, whispering into my ear, "I came to see you." And for some reason, I don't back away from her.

My breaths come heaver, and I don't say a word while she trails her index finger against the side of my check.

Unlike Clary's touch, it doesn't send waves of desire through me; it just makes me go rigid instead.

"It's great we have the place all to ourselves." She traces her fingers from my check to my lips, slowly, gently. Yet her fingernails are long and fake, so they claw at my skin.

My mind is shouting at me to back away, that I have Clary only a few miles away, but my body isn't obeying.

In one quick movement, she presses her lips onto mine.

When I don't push her away, she takes this as a sign of encouragement, yet she doesn't really realize I'm not intensely kissing her back. It's a one-way street here.

She pushes me back until we reach the end of my bed. Crawling on top of me, she thrusts my arms above my arm, taking full control of this situation. It's different for me, I'm usually the lead, and now I'm letting my guard completely down.

Kissing turns into touching, and all of this turns my mind off completely.

All my thoughts are evaporated, and the only thing I'm thinking about is what's directly in front me. Not of the horrible consequences that await after this or most importantly, I don't think of Clary.

I guess you could say loneliness is your most powerful weapon.


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