Make It Up
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Clary
I woke up three hours later wondering why there was a hand on my bare thigh.
Surely not?
Slowly, I pried my eyes open, and searched my surroundings with my eyes, yep, there was a hand at the top of my thigh.
I shifted a little to face the owner of said hand. I came face to face with none other than Jace Herondale.
Oh God...
I had a small moment of total forgetfulness, then it all came back to me.
Slowly, careful not to wake him, I unwrapped myself from Jace's iron-grip and silently padded out of his room, closing the door quietly behind me.
"What have you done, Fray?" I asked myself, tutting while making my way to my own bedroom.
"What am I doing? Jace? Really? Of all the people I could've fallen for." I growled in frustration.
My interview with "Montclair." was in less than a week, I had to get my head straight before then.
I changed into a pair of dark high-waisted skinnies paired with a loose black tank top that hung of my shoulders and read "Don't Even Bother" in elegant gold lettering.
My stomach growled loudly, breakfast. That's what I need to help me think straight.
I needed something different, and sadly, nutella didn't count as something different.
Jace
Clary had already left my bed by the time I woke up, which was weird considering I was always the first to leave the bed. I reached out for her and when my hands came back empty, I realised I was disappointed. I don't know why, but I'd been hoping she would be there when I woke up. That was a first.
I could smell food, which meant that Clary had rustled up another one of her amazing breakfasts. My stomach lurched, demanding food. I threw on a navy tee and a pair of grey running pants and joined Clary in the kitchen.
She was pouring raspberry jam on a plate of what looked like fried pastries. She licked a little of the jam off her thumb.
"Mornin'" I grumbled
"Morning" she said chirpily, she looked up. "I've never seen you in anything that casual before" she noted, taking in my attire.
"You're one of the few lucky people who've seen me in this much glory" I answered, Clary herself looked great. Really great.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked as I sat down on the sofa and flipped through the channels, looking for something worth watching. Something, anything that would take my mind off the fiery goddess in the room.
"Raspberry turnovers" she replied and handed me a plate with two turnovers.
She sat down next to me and reached for the remote, I swatted her hand away.
"No nutella?" I asked, surprised
"I wanted something different," she said "What? Don't look so shocked"
I took a bite of the raspberry turnover, I have to admit, it was good.
"Mmm, this is great" I said around my spoon
"Thanks, it was my mom's recipe" she smiled sadly
Was? I wanted to ask about her mom, but I didn't want to pry, so I just nodded.
"So," Clary said, getting up. "I'm going to do some grocery shopping, do you want anything?"
You. I thought, before I could stop myself.
I shook my head. Clary slipped on a pair of black heels, grabbed her purse and left.
I really need to clear my head of Clary, I needed to get rid of all this tension.
I dragged my hand down my face. I knew this whole 'lodger' thing was a bad idea.
Clary
"Hey, wait," Jace emerged from the huge building wearing his usual swanky, high-street clothes "I'll come with you"
"Really, Jace, I can manage a trip to the grocery store"
"I know, but I need a few things anyway"
"Alright fine, saves me from having to use the train anyway"
He took my arm and lead me to one of the several black shiny sports cars he had parked behind the block of apartments.
"Do you really need that many cars?" I asked as he pulled the passenger seat door open for me.
He put a finger to my lips "Shush, they'll hear you" he said softly, half serious; but all I could hear clearly was my heart thudding in my chest.
I swatted his hand away and rolled my eyes, "Why hasn't anyone thrown you into an asylum yet?" I asked, only half joking.
"Because the world would miss my face too much if I were locked away, it would be a crime against the straight female population, and the gay male population" he rushed around to the drivers seat as I buckled myself in and did the same with his own seat belt.
The ride to the grocery store wasn't as awkward as I'd imagined, thankfully.
Jace and I were able to keep up good conversation, which was a bit of a surprise considering Jace hardly ever made an effort to speak to me. When I say 'speak', I mean talking without any dirty innuendo's etc.
The grocery store was huge and very, very brightly lit. The lighting was horrible, it bathed the entire place in a sterile white light that probably made my red hair stick out more so than usual. It goes without saying that the lighting didn't affect Jace whatsoever, in fact, it highlighted all of his features and made his hair look even more angelic. What a joke. Jace, angelic? Those were two things that should never be said in the same sentence.
Jace followed me around while I loaded the shopping basket with all sorts of cooking materials, ranging from fruit and veg to baking paper and foil.
"I thought you said you needed something?" I asked, wanting some space from him. That was why I'd left the apartment in the first damn place. Instead, I'd had to watch him soundlesly flirt with any beautiful woman that happened to catch his eye.
When I say 'soundlessly', I mean all he had to do was smirk and wink and they'd walk right up to him and give him their numbers.
What happened to all the frumpy, old aged pensioners that usually shop at grocery stores?!
"Hmm?" he asked, clearly distracted by the blonde woman that had been tailing us for a while, she was wearing a leopard print halter neck dress that revealed a whole lot of cleavage and looked like it was three sizes too small for her body.
Who wears a dress like that to a grocery store?
"I'm going to go look for some more veg, you stay right here" I walked away before he could follow me, not that he would've dared let blondie leave his sight.
The shopping basket was full, and I knew I had everything we needed so I just trailed around, waiting for Jace to get bored and find me.
I found the confection's aisle, there was a huge, $30.00 jar of nutella right on the top shelf.
Think about this, Clary. Do you really need that much nutella? Is it worth it?
Hell yes. My inner wars didn't last very long when it came to nutella.
The top shelf was high, when I say 'high' I mean really high. I reached up for the nutella in vain.
I growled in frustration, great, now I'd ether have to ask Jace and never live this moment down, or I'd have to pass up this perfect jar of nutella.
While I was contemplating my predicament, someone reached over my head and grabbed the nutella with ease.
I heard a low chuckle from behind me.
"Do not hold this over my head Jace, I so could have reached that if..." I trailed off as I faced the person with my- the stores giant jar of nutella. The person grinning at me was not Jace, unless Jace had had a hair transplant in the time I'd been away from him.
The guy holding my sacred jar of nutella had dark, dishevelled-in-a-stylish-way hair, he had a handsome face with strong, striking features and he had a tall, lean but muscular build.
"Sorry" I said "I thought you were-"
"Expecting someone else?" the dark haired guy cut me off
"Actually...not for a while, no" I replied
"I'm Lawrence, by the way" he said, he had a southern drawl to his voice
"Clary, nice to meet you" I smiled, offering him my hand
He shook it delicately, as though he was afraid he'd break me. "Clary" he drawled,
"This is a big jar of-" he tilted the jar to get a good look of the label "nutella. Huh, haven't had this stuff since I was a kid"
"You see, I don't get how people do that, I mean, how can you taste nutella and then forget about it?" I wondered out loud
"Are you actually asking me that or...?"
"Oh no, sorry, just pondering"
"Pondering" Lawrence repeated thoughtfully, "I haven't seen you around here before"
"I just recently moved out here, I haven't been out much recently, I've been trying to settle in, get used to New York and all this city life"
"Well, I hope to see you around again sometime soon" Lawrence smiled, his eyes glinted mischievously
"Are you going to buy that nutella, because, well you see that's the last jar of that size and-" I was going to pitch why it should really be mine, when Lawrence cut me off,
"It's all yours"
I smiled gratefully, "Thanks, I thought I'd have to hit you with my purse" I half-joked
Lawrence laughed, "Props to me for saving your criminal record"
"I guess that's another thing I should thank you for" I nodded
"You could thank me over dinner-" Lawrence began, but he was cut off by Jace, who had silently sauntered up beside me
"Are you done here Clary? I have to go" Jace asked darkly
"Actually, I was in the middle of a conversation"
"I'm a busy man Clary, we're leaving" Jace replied, his voice was cold.
"Fine." I answered, "Thanks for the nutella, I'll see you around"
"I hope so" Lawrence asnwered
"Who was that?" Jace asked once we were driving away from the grocery store
"That was Lawrence, he was nice"
"I'm sure he was" Jace replied, he seemed distant
"So, what's so important that you had to drag me away from an important conversation?"
"Important?" Jace scoffed
"Yes important. He was this close to asking me out. You completely ruined it, if I had an older brother; I would compare you to him"
"You see me as an older brother?" Jace chuckled a laughless, dark chuckle
"I see you as an annoyance" I said.
"Grocery store's are for shopping, not flirting, as you may have me believe"
"You're preaching to the wrong person" I replied angrily
"And who should I be preaching to?" Jace asked coolly
"Yourself, 'Mr I-wink-and-smirk-watch-me-roll-over'"
"What I do is none of your business"
"You are so unbelievable" I murmured
The car stopped in in front of the apartment gates.
I hopped out, and smiled bitterly, "Have a great day"
Jace
That absolute dick.
What right did he have to talk to Clary like that?
My knuckles were turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tight.
Calm down, Jace. Calm down.
The only thing I could think of to calm me down was the giant jar of nutella that Clary had bought. But then that made me think of Lawrence, and I got angry all over again.
"I need a cigar." I thought out loud "and some drinks, maybe even someone to spend the night with" I added
Someone that's not Clary.
Clary's mad at me. The realisation gnawed at me, I had to apologise. I had to make it up to her.
How is Jace gonna make it up to Clary? ;))))
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- Clary Fray Mockingjay over and out xx
