To the guest who wants to know when the Clace is coming: Two or three more chapters, four at the most. Probably.
Disclaimer: I don't own TMI, but you don't either. We'll be sad and TMI-less together.
Jace P.O.V.-
Jace wanted to go home. Hearing about a new algorithm for fractions, given by Mrs. Whitelaw, was the modern day equivalent of medieval torture. Mrs. Whitelaw voice gave "monotone" a whole new meaning. She didn't change his voice in any factor: pitch, volume, anything. It stayed completely and utterly the same for the whole period.
When Jace was about ready to start clawing out his eyes, the bell rang. He gathered his notes and went to his fifth hour. The teacher, Mr. Carstairs, started to say something about writing an essay, so Jace pulled out his paper and let his hand move until the bell rang. He passed his paper to the front and realized he didn't remember anything he had written. I'm getting an 'F'. And Maryse is going to kill me. Oh well. He thought. He went to sixth hour and talked to Alec the whole time.
"Do you think Aline will break up with you if Sebastian keeps insulting her long enough?" Alec asked him, halfway through class.
Jace turned to him. "Do you think I'm that lucky?"
"No, but it's funny that you can have any girl in the school except the one that you really want. That seems kind of clichéd."
"You're telling me that? I know that."
"What do you see in her, that you can't see in any other person?" Alec asked.
Jace could think of plenty of things, but chose to stay quiet.
When class was over they walked to the front of the school, where they would meet the rest of their friends. The girls were laughing hard and the two boys were smirking. Jace's heart jumped a little when he saw Clary and he briefly thought something about that being a girly thing to do. Clary and Izzy stopped laughing. Clary smiled at Jace and he was pleased to find it was real, instead of one of the fake ones she offered Charles.
Isabelle got up and stood next to Simon, and he kissed her cheek. Clary stood up and caught Sebastian by the arm. She whispered something in his ear. He shrugged and nodded. Clary smiled and hugged him. They all started to walk to their street. Not really talking about anything of importance.
At one point Charles drove past them and waved at Clary, she pretended not to see him and started talking to Alec about makeup. Izzy, Simon, and Jace were laughing. But Sebastian and Alec looked confused.
Clary looked over and smiled at Jace. He smiled back, happy that she wasn't happy with Charles as a boyfriend. Or what ever she considered him.
Clary P.O.V.-
Walking home from school was uneventful. Clary felt like blushing when she smiled back at Jace, because he had smiled so brightly at her and held her gaze for longer than she would have. When they made it to their road Simon gave Isabelle a light kiss and walked away. Simon always gave Isabelle soft quick kisses, like he was afraid if he did anything more something bad would happen. He thought that Izzy was out of his league, so he took things slow with her. Clary knew this because he had told her when he and Iz had become a couple.
When they got to the Lightwood's house, Jace and Alec walked inside, not bothering to ask why Isabelle wasn't coming with them. When they got to Clary's house, Sebastian made a b-line for the kitchen and Clary and Izzy went upstairs to Clary's room.
Isabelle kicked off her high heels and sat on Clary's bed.
"So, what's up?" She asked.
"Charles." Clary answered. Isabelle looked taken aback.
"Excuse me?"
Clary giggled and said, "I don't like him, this is the only date I will go on with him, I've promised myself that. And…"
"And what?" Izzy asked.
"I don't know how to tell him that." Clary said
"Just tell him."
"When?"
"After the date's finished. You said you were going to a movie, so do it when the movie's over." Isabelle suggested. "The sooner you get it done, the better you'll feel."
"Okay."
"So, Jace?" Iz started.
"I think he likes Aline." Clary said.
"NO!" Isabelle shouted, making Clary jump. "Clary Morgenstern, Jace Herondale is in love with you, and if you choose to ignore that fact, I will do something about it." Isabelle said.
Clary felt rears prickling the back of her eyes. She stood up and shut and locked her bedroom door. She turned around to face her friend.
"Isabelle, do you know how hard it is to believe you when he acts the way he does? He goes through girls and when he's done with them, they're broken. I would trust him with my life, but I don't know if I would trust him with my heart. What could he see in me? He could have any girl he wants, why on God's earth would he want me?" Clary said. Izzy stood up and wrapped her arms around Clary.
"It's okay, Clary. He loves you. Now look at me." Clary looked up, Isabelle was so much taller than she was. "Jace loves you. I don't know why, but I swear he is completely and utterly in love with you. And you have to understand that." Clary nodded. "Now, let's get you dolled up for your date! I want Charles to be broken by a beautiful Clary, not a pretty Clary."
"We're going to a movie, nothing too flashy." Clary warned. Isabelle just waved her hand in a dismissive matter, and that worried Clary.
After a few hours Clary was wearing a red version of Izzy's blue tank top, she didn't know she owned. A pair of dark skinny jeans, red ballet flats, and a silver necklace with a ruby on it, that Iz had lent her. She was wearing make up too, which she didn't usually wear.
Isabelle had called Alec and had him bring all of her make up and hair things. The result was Alec carrying four grocery bags full of foundations, eyeshadows, bronzers, blushes, mascaras, lipsticks, brushes, and a billion other things that Clary didn't know the name for. Isabelle sat Clary down at her desk and started muttering to herself. She was tapping her fingers and wiping things over Clary's eyes and lips and cheekbones. When she was done with her make up she curled Clary's hair, French braiding her hair into a sort of headband, when she was done using the iron.
"And finished! Now look!" She commanded, leading Clary to a mirror.
"Izzy, I look… Wow!" Clary stammered. She had on mascara, blush, lip gloss, and an eyeshadow that made her eyes look brighter green than usual.
"You can thank me after you break Charles's cocky heart." Isabelle said. "And in the event that me won't give you a ride home, call Jace. There's more than one reason I dressed you up tonight."
"Ohhh-kaaay." Clary said. She kind of wanted Jace to see her. She smiled at the thought. She sat on her window seat.
"I have to go, I've got homework to do." Isabelle said. Clary looked at the clock. It was 6:15, she still had forty five minutes. Clary looked over and saw that Izzy was struggling with her things.
"I'm going to help you with your things." Clary said, taking two of the bags from Isabelle's grasp.
"Don't let Jace see you."
"His room is right next to yours, though."
"I know, be careful!"
"Okay."
They took her stuff next door to Izzy's house. Isabelle made her sneak past Jace's room. Clary put Isabelle's things down and said she had to go. She gave Isabelle a hug and ran back to her house. She jumped onto the couch next to her brother.
"You look pretty." He said
"Thanks, Izzy got her hands on me."
"That explains it." He said/
"Yep. What are you watching?" She asked.
"The Lion King."
"Why?" Clary asked, Sebastian seemed too old for Disney movies.
"I killed Mufasa." Sebastian said in a completely serious tone.
"WHAT?!" Clary shrieked.
"I'm bored."
"I can tell." There was a knock on the door and Clary groaned, before getting up to answer it. It was Charles.
"You look great Clary." He said. She mumbled a thank you. Sebastian came up behind her.
"Charles, if she complains about you, if you were a jerk, if you say or do something that makes her uncomfortable, I swear I will kill you. And it will be slow and painful." Sebastian said.
Charles had turned slightly paler than before. "Okay." He squeaked.
"Bye, Seb!" Clary said walking out of the door. She smiled, but was thinking more along the lines of END ME NOW!
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