Author's Note: Well, I haven't done one of these in a while. A few people want Jace to beg for forgiveness, others want Clary to get him back. I already have a set timeline that I feel marry the two ideas beautifully. CLACE IS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL! Sorry about that mini outburst. I hope you guys liked a little Malec and Sizzy action. I have lots of followers, but hardly any reviews. Please give me your feedback. I usually read every day, even if I don't update every day.
Warning: there will be some fight scenes and a few curses. Just a warning!
Jace P.O.V
The impact of a hand colliding with my cheek breaks me out of my self-pity. I have to worry about Clary right now. She has already made her way upstairs and by the time I do, she has already become engulfed by the crowds of screaming teens. I push through, getting congrats on the win, but I don't care. I need Clary.
I get outside just as I see Jon's car speeding down the road. My bet is that Jon waited for hell to break loose than was Clary's getaway car. Smart, for him. I trudge back into the house and am met with Isabelle.
"Where did Clary go? She ran out of the basement like a bat out of hell!" she screams over the pounding music.
"Sebastian told her about the bet. He promised he wouldn't, but he did," I reply, my shoulders folding in on themselves and my head lowering. Isabelle grabs my wrist without another word and begins to pull me downstairs.
"You're going to kick his ass," she says smoothly as we come to the game room door. I am at a loss for words at her bluntness. She rolls her eyes and slaps me in the back of the head.
"Jeez! I'm going!" I reply. As my hand grabs hold of the knob, I feel anger begin to rise in my throat like a switch being flipped. My vision is tinted red as I step into the game room where Jordan is attempting to scold a laughing Sebastian.
"You really hurt her! How could you not care that you crushed those girl's feelings?" Jordan says, shaking his head. Sebastian ceases his laughter when he sees me.
"How's little red?" he asks mockingly.
"Peachy, but little ass isn't going to be feeling too good," he looks at me questioningly as my fist collides with his jaw and I hear a satisfying crackle. He stumbles back, his hand immediately lifting to the blossoming bruise. His eyes gleam, a predatory gleam meaning this fight is far from over. He lunges at me, but Jordan grabs him by the arms. Sebastian strains against the hold, and Jordan just smiles at me and nods his head to Sebastian, as if saying Take your best shot. And that is what I do. I walk over and look down at the boy I thought was my friend, and then land a fist straight into his nose. He gives a quick shriek of pain and Jordan drops him to the floor. Sebastian is holding his hands to his nose, trying to stop the steady stream of red coming from his nostrils. I nod thanks to Jordan and run up the basement stairs and out of the house.
I sprint to Clary's house which is just a few blocks away and bang on the door. I expect to be met with the white-blond head of hair, meaning I was going to have to fight again tonight in order to get to Clary. Instead, I don't see the door-opener at all until I look down. There stands little Max, his pajamas rumpled, hair tasseled, and glasses askew. He adjusts them and attempts to slam the door in my face. I wedge my foot between the frame and door and wince. He really was going to slam the door hard.
"Go away," little Max says, glaring at me with his usually warm brown eyes that now look at me like I'm some sort of bug. I feel belittled even though he has to look up to me to say this.
"Please, Max, let me see your sister," I beg, bending down so I am eye to eye with him.
"Jon said not to let you in. He said he would kick your, then Clary covered my ears, like she does when he is about to say something bad," he replies matter of factly, nudging my chest in an attempt to get me out of the doorway, but failing. He really is Lewis' twin.
"Listen, Max. I need to see your sister. Something bad happened and I just have to explain. I never meant to hurt her," I whisper the last part, but I know Max still heard me due to our proximity. He looks at me thoughtfully for a second and I almost think he is going to let me in. Then comes his response.
"I don't ship it anymore," he whispers, then kicks me in the shin. I would almost be proud that he used the kick I showed him a few days ago, if only he had used it one someone like, I don't know Sebastian, instead of me! I tumble onto my ass and he takes this opportunity to slam the door shut, locking it from inside. I stay on the stoop. What the hell am I going to do now!
I whip out my phone and type in Isabelle's number, just when I see a familiar face pop out of her car, in her pajamas, looking as if she is about to have a slumber party with my girlfriend, or maybe its ex-girlfriend now. My heart constricts.
Clary P.O.V
When I run out of the house, gasping for air I feel arms wrap around me from behind. At first I struggle, and then I hear a voice that relaxes me.
"Clare-bear, let's go," Jon says, leading me to his car that is still running at the curb. I walk over, numb, and slide into the passenger seat. He tears down the street and within minutes we are pulling into the driveway.
"I'll take care of the babysitter. Stay here," Jon says. I just nod. How can Jace do this to me? I thought he truly cared, but now I know a guy like that would never like a girl like me. I was stupid to think the great Jace Wayland would date regular art geek Clary. I let one hot tear roll down my cheek as Jon ushers the babysitter out the door and walks her to her car. After she is gone, he comes and opens my door for me. He leads me upstairs and into my room.
"I'm gonna go get Chinese, and ice cream and stupidly hilarious movies!" he squeals excitedly. I manage a grin, which he relaxes at, before he leaves and I collapse in a puddle of tears on my bed. Suddenly, I feel a soft warm hand rub my bare shoulder and when I look up from my bleary eyes, I see max.
"Clary, what happened?" before I can explain that the guy who taught my brother to play catch also broke my heart, Jon rushes back in.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted wontons or dumplings," he says, waiting for an answer.
"Wontons!" Max and I say at the same time.
"Hey, shouldn't you be asleep?" Jon asks Max accusingly.
"I only pretend to be asleep until the sitter leaves, and then I read magna," he says as if it is obvious. He really is Simon's twin.
"Well, since you're up, you're the man of the house. Don't let Jace inside. If he talks to Clary again I will kick his ass!" Jon says. Luckily I was able to clamp my hands over Max's ears before Jon completed his speech. Max just holds up a thumb and Jon leaves.
"Clary, what happened?" Max asks again, curling up into my side, like we always do when we watch movies.
"Jace was really mean," I state simply. My younger brother should be spared the drama of high schoolers as long as possible.
"I'm sorry. I don't ship it anymore," he replies, nustling his head in my chest.
"You always know the right thing to say," I mumble, just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I bring it to my face to see Izzy's number.
"Hello?" I answer reluctantly. What if she tries to stick up for Jace?
"My brother is an ass!" she shouts. Well, no need for my earlier reluctance.
"I mean for it to be a bet! And for his to let Sebastard explain it! I'm going to kick his ass!" she rants through the receiver. I feel Max chuckling, knowing he is hearing the older girl's entire tirade. Go downstairs I mouth and he nod before vacating my room and padding down the stairs.
"Izzy, can you come over? I need a girl to talk to and the only people home are Jon who wants to chop Jace into a million pieces and my little brother who has no idea what's going on," I reply.
"YES! I'll be over in ten. I'll sleep over so we can do something fun tomorrow," before I can reply, she clicks off. I'm glad I have Isabelle in my corner when I need her.
I wait a few minutes until I hear Max open the door and begin talking to someone. I am about to scold him for answering the door to strangers, until I realize the other voice isn't a stranger's. It's Jace's. I listen to their little exchange and feel my heart constrict as I hear Jace's voice, sounding so broken. I just want to hug him, but I restrain myself. After Max kicks him in the shin and locks the door, I run back up to my room and change for my sleepover with Izzy.
Jace P.O.V
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asks, shooting daggers at me as she walks to the front door, bunny slippers intact.
"I can ask the same of you," I reply.
"I'm here because Clary asked me to come, I know you can't say the same," she smirks. She texts someone, and moments later Max opens the door, only a crack.
"Are you Isabelle?" he whispers.
"Hi sweetie, I'm Isabelle. I'm here to see your sister," Izzy replies in a soft tone she saves for little kids.
"Isn't everyone," Max mutters as he opens the door and lets Izzy in, shutting the door as soon as she's inside.
I decide I need to take care of this on my own. I walk around to the backyard and see a lit window. To my luck, there is a tree right next door. I climb the tree, splintering my hands in the process, and tap on Clary's window. She emerges from another door, looking for the source of the sound. I knock again and when she turns, she gasps. Tears leap into her eyes and she turns to walk out.
"NO! Clary, wait! Let me explain," I shout. She stops in her tracks and turns slowly.
"Explain what?" she asks, narrowing her eyes, "The fact this was a bet, or the fact you didn't have the guts to tell me before I was embarrassed in front of everyone!" she says, barely containing her rage.
"Clary, please," I plead," give me ten minutes,"
She looks at me incredulously then walks over to the window. She opens it and beckons me in.
"You have five. Izzy is downstairs and she will come for me soon enough," she says, sitting on her bed. That is all Jace Wayland needs.