CHAPTER 8

I went over this plan over and over again. What if something goes wrong and I have to live with my pain for the rest of my life? That's not a good argument. I sighed and shut the window. I don't feel like doing it, not now. Not ever.

I don't want mother to live a tortured life with no one she holds dear. I won't forgive myself for that. I fiddled with my thumbs. My cheeks are stained with tears. Don't cry for a guy. Especially him, he's not worth it, I constantly remind myself.

I finally gathered up the courage to go downstairs and see everyone in the castle. On the way, I passed Genevieve. I smiled and waved at her, earning a suspicious look from Tyra. I raised my eyebrows and he mimicked me. I grinned and dashed downstairs.

Mom was with her phone. I ran and hug her, causing both of us to topple over. We both laughed and got up. "What is wrong with you? Do you have an emotion disorder or something?" Mom asked, narrowing her eyes. I grinned. "Nope, just enjoying life while I'm at it," I shrugged.

She looked at me suspiciously. "Huh," she said as I pulled her up. "Sooo, wanna go watch a movie or something?" I asked. "Why not?"

We fetched our coats and called Tyra.

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"Man, that movie was so awesome!" I exclaimed. Mom was next to me, listening to me ramble about the movie; 47 Ronin. "Hmm, I still think they shouldn't put the love story. It'd be better not to have it," she said thoughtfully.

I gaped at her. Sweet mother of lord! I didn't know mom was against this love story stuff. She raised her eyebrows at me and I just shook his head. It was fun, a girl's night out without nothing to worry about.

And then, I realized I jinxed stuff. The golden boy was leaning against the wall. I narrowed my eyes at him and pulled mom away.

When I looked back, he was gone. I let out a sigh of relief and stopped dead in my tracks. Stop looking so guilty you piece of shit. I could tell mom wasn't liking him that much too and I mentally laughed.

"Can I talk to Clary for a sec?" he asked politely. Oh puhleez. "Your second is up," mom muttered. I bit my bottom lip to stifle a laugh. "I'll be over there," she said to me and walked away. Mom was wearing a beanie and super huge glasses, a Burberry women's black coat, skinny jeans and boots.

I must say, she looks hot and we've passed men checking her out. Haha, if only they knew she's the queen. Jace cleared his throat. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'm sorry," he started. "Well, it takes more than an apology ya know," I told him. "Forgive me?" he pulled out the puppy dog eyes.

That is so last year! But he looks cute though…. "Swear you'll never do that again," I ordered him seriously. "Cross my heart," he said, crossing his heart. Okay, I did not expect him to actually do that. Should I be worried?

"Okay!" I said happily and gave a quick peck. "That's all I get?" he asked in disbelief. I grinned and ran off in the direction my mom had gone. I was pulled back into a tight hug. "Can't. Breathe," I wheezed.

"Not my problem," Jace chuckled evilly. I groaned. "I should've known," I mentally groaned. He twirled me around and crashed his lips to mine. His lips are so soft, it's like kissing a baby blanket. It was a slow kiss, but the butterflies in my tummy are going crazy. Scratch that, there might be a whole circus.

I bit my lip and looked up at him. He was wearing this sexy smile. I got a whiff of Abercrombie and Fitch cologne and it is killing me! "I should go," I said, snapping myself out of my fantasies. He grinned. "Yeah, see ya," he winked and walked away.

I sighed. This guy would be the end of me. I started to walk into a small shop I saw my mom go into. "So, what happened?" mom asked as soon as she saw me. "Nothing. He kissed me," I said dreamily. She raised an eyebrows but decided not to question it.

"I think we should go. It's getting late," my mom said. I nodded and pulled her outside. I'm not surprised Tyra's already waiting outside. "Clary, I have something to tell you," my mom said when we got in.

Tyra knows better than to listen in on our conversation so my mom doesn't mind talking with him in the car. "Now? I'm kind of not in the mood," I said honestly. "Okay, in that case just know your dad's picking you up tomorrow," she shrugged like it's no big deal.

"What?!" I shouted at the same time Tyra got the car to a stop. We were'nt wearing seatbelts so we were slammed into the back of the front seats. "Sorry," Tyra said apologetically and started driving again.

Any mentions of my dad would usually put us all in a panic state. Mom cleared her throat. "As much as I don't want to, he has every right to see you," she said seriously. Not this again. "Right my ass," I muttered. She decided to ignore what I just said and busied herself with her phone.

One thing I know when I visit my dad: it won't end well. Why does it have to be this way? I deserve to have a happy day without anything ruining it. But as far as I know, every day is a mixture of happy and mood ruiner.

I sighed a little too loudly and stared out the window. I spotted a lone star, shining alone in the dark sky.

Star light, star bright,

The first star I see tonight;

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Have the wish I wish tonight.

For all I know, I could get my wish to come true, but I seriously doubt it.