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~ And here comes a new chapter, hope you will enjoy it

~ Do not worry, I did not forget about the other stories that need updating, and I will finish EVERY story that I started.

~ Anyway, without making you wait any further ... enjoy

Love, Mina

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Chapter 10: Empty Classroom (1,6K)

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The Police - Message In The Bottle

Caravan Palace - Star Scat

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No One's PoV

As Clary left the bathroom, she looked around for Simon, just so she could bitch some more about this Godawful school she has been locked in. She still couldn't believe that her parents sent her to the very place where they swore to never send either Jon or her. She knew that she often pushed the limit, and that she didn't have the easiest temper in the world, but it wasn't a reason. Both her parents were militaries, and both of them certainly didn't want their children to go down this path. So what the heck?

But Simon was nowhere to be seen. She figured that he must have gone back to the common hall, too chicken to stay alone in a corridor where he could have met Jon. She rolled her eyes, heading back there, when she was suddenly pulled in an empty classroom. Without thinking about if for a second, she brought up her elbow, and punched her assailant in the nose. Then she turned on herself, only to see that her aggressor was Jace, his hand over his nose as his golden eyes were glaring at her.

"What do you want?" She snapped at him, recalling all too wee her empty and cold bed in the morning.

She also recalled the way told her when she saw him at breakfast that they should stop everything, because it was getting complicated. He was the one who came to her room in the middle of the night to jump her bones, he was the one fleeing afterwards, and now, he was the one saying it was getting complicated. This was what Clary called 'guy-wussiness'. That typical behaviour when guys pretended to be manly by not assuming what was real. They agreed to casual sex, and when she felt that it was staring to grow to something more and that she let him know, telling him that she liked him, he chickened out. Because guys we're all the same in the end: pussies.

"Who was that?" Jace imperially asks, his whole body trembling with anger, to which Clary simply shrugged as she walked toward the door and answered:

"Like I said before, Simon is the man of my life. Someone who won't screw me over, unlike some people I know."

At those words, Jace growled, placing himself between Clary and the door, and towering over her with all his might. She glared st him, clearly not happy that he got in her way, and he asked her with anger: "Was he the guy that got your brother here?"

"None of your damn business, Wayland. Remember? We're not crewing each other anymore! I don't want to be something 'too complicated' for you," she sarcastically replied, quoting the exact same words he told her in the morning. "Get out of my way, before I break your arm!" She added with a deadly serious threatening tone.

But he did the exact opposite. He took her by the shoulders and kissed her hard on her mouth as he tackled her against the nearest wall. He kisses her with passion, doing his best to make the two of them forget about Simon; and when he made her jump in his arms, he broke their kiss so he could whisper in her ear:

"If the complicated means that Simon is out of the picture, I'll take the complicated without a single hesitation."

And as he said those words, he started kissing Clary's neck, nibbling the exact spot he knew she was the most sensible at. When she slightly moaned to him and slightly bucked her hips to his pelvic bone, Jace held her waist tighter and let himself fall in that dangerous passion he had desperately tried to avoid earlier in the morning.

He knew that anyone could enter at any given moment, he knew that he shouldn't play with fire like that; but that moment, all he could think about was Clary and how he didn't like feeling like she was slipping away. Especially to that Simon. Jace didn't like the smile that guy brought to Clary's lips, he didn't like the confidence she suddenly when she was around that guy, and most importantly, he didn't like that she would call that … rat the man of her life. And even now, as he was kissing Clary, the both them obvious with desire, Jace couldn't help but feeling angry against that Simon rat.

With urgency, he pressed his bod against Clary's, his hands travelling beneath her shirt as his mouth was doing its best to dominate hers; and Clary eagerly responded to him, moaning every time he ground against her, when she suddenly realised that she was being the full messed around. She abruptly broke their kiss, panting like a mad dog, all the while accusing Jace:

"You're such a kid! I tell you that I like you, and you grow me away like an old sock. And then, you get jealous that your toy is no longer yours, and you throw a tantrum at me!"

Jace blinked a little, slowly registering what Clary was telling her before he asked: "I think I'd remember you telling me that you like me."

"Pfff, Jace, please! Don't play stupid with me. I told you that on that roof during that lame war simulation. And I thought that was why you came to my room, yesterday night. But I was clearly mistaking."

"How do you want me to know when you're being serious?!" He cried out. "You always mess with everyone's mind. You always say things that you aren't really thinking, scheming as if you were Littlefinger! I never know when you're serious or not!" He accused, making Clary plant her green eyes into his golden eyes, her arms crossed over her chest as she declared:

"Well, in that case… I ikeyou, Jace Wayland, do you like me back?"

For a moment, Jace didn't say a single word, taken aback by her sudden bluntness, but also not sure his feelings on that matter. Did he like Clary? Or did he like the thrill that being with her gave him? And as he was trying to find an answer, he reasoned himself, thinking that he wouldn't be so annoyed by that Simon if he didn't like Clary to begin with.

Clary heaved, taking his silence for the answer she needed, and started removing herself from the human cage he was to her, when he took her chin and forced her to look at him as he whispered: "I do." Then he leant to kiss her.

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Still No One's PoV.

Jon walked from empty classroom to empty classroom, looking for his sister who've been missing for almost half an hour. Their mother said that Clary seemed a little blue, and that maybe she ought to take her back home with her, after all. But Jon knew that their father would do his best to prevent that from happening. Sure wanted to reform Clary and made her stop acting so recklessly, but most importantly, he wanted to spend some time with his daughter, no matter how little. Because he was a papa bear, no matter he liked to deny it.

As he opened the English classroom, Jon was starting to ask himself if Clary wasn't on the rooftop since she liked heights so much; but there he found her, passionately making out with Jace, the two of them stopping abruptly their display of horror to look at Jon with shock.

Jon barely acknowledged his wee sister, all his rage directed toward Jace and his betrayal. Calmly, and dangerously, he closed the door. If if he was going to kill Jace, it would be better if he didn't have any witnesses.

"You're dead, Wayland," Jon said with a voice incredibly calm compared to the state he was in.

Jace hardly swallowed, feeling a sudden chill in the room, and not even aware that Clary was still in his arms.

"You better take you hands off my sister, right now!" Jon growled, his eyes shooting daggers at Jace; and Clary seemed to be the first one to snap out from her state of shock as she snapped back:

"Get out, Jon. You have no business here!"

"Sure I'll go. So you can get molested by mister traitor, here?" Jon snapped back with anger, finally setting free his rage; and before any of them could register anything, hon had Jace pinned against the same wall Clary and him were making out a fe seconds ago.

"Jon! I swear I'll—"

"You better not pull anything on me, Clary! Your little mind games won't work on me this time! For how long has he been sneaking out in my back? For as long as he's been gay?" Jon growled, his eyes almost popping out of their orbits; ad this is when Jace finally decided to plead his cause:

"It's not what you think, Jon. I swe—"

But Jace never got the chance to finish his sentence for Jon punched his golden face right in the nose. Then, before Jace could do anything, Jon threw him on the floor and kicked him senseless, blinded by rage and betrayal.

Suddenly, Jon felt Clary kick him in the kneecap, bringing him down to his knees; but as soon as he was on the floor, Jon resumed his assault o Jace who still didn't do a single thing to fight back, to Jon's greatest annoyance.

He was about to punch him hard in the face, when Clary slapped him hard; and the door opened at this very moment, revealing the Major and his wife.

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~ Anyway, question time:

` 1. What do you think will happen next with the Major and his wife?

` 2. What about Jace, and the way he handled things?

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