My apologies, I know I said Tuesday night but I literally couldn't right with eyes that were about to drop...but here's a lovely chapter for you :)
So this is Chapter 10! What has happened so far! Well Jace and Clary still aren't on speaking terms, even though he tried to hold her hand and keep her safe when they were venturing through the halls of the Mental Hospital.
Jordan was so, so close to explaining himself to Maia, but she cut him off - poor guy, why am I so mean to him?
Gideon and Sophie are now safe together, but will Mark stay in jail?
Gabriel and Cecily now have to be careful, now that Will knows about them.
What do you think Magnus wants to talk to Alec about? Will he get a chance at the party?
Tessa and Will are as good as they'll ever be, she's finally knocked his walls down but will they stay down? And what of Nate? Will he come back?
Will Isabelle and Simon's relationship blossom into something beautiful, or will something happen that will build her walls up again? Simon already kissed her on the forehead when they returned to each other at the Hospital, but will it go further?
Jem is all alone, watching from the sidelines. Will he be alone forever, constantly being friend-zoned?
So chapter is called 'Warrior' based on the song by Beth Crowley - special thanks to arorainthesky for the song suggestion!
Anyway, enjoy! ;)
Chapter 10
Warrior
Saturday 31st August
As she mumbled herself awake, Sophie sat up. She looked around the room and realised she was in a place she had been only once before. How did she get here? She looked down at herself and realised she wasn't in her own clothes, she was wearing a large grey shirt that went down to her thighs, but because of sleep, the shirt was all the way up her body.
Someone moved beside her. Sophie looked to her right and saw her beautiful sandy haired, green eyed boy beside her. Her rescuer. The sun was seeping through the crack in the curtain and landing directly on his muscular chest. Sophie narrowed her eyes at the brightness and saw the bandage that lay across his chest.
With her fingers, she felt the material of the bandage. Blood has crept through and had dried up over night, leaving a part of the bandage a rusty brown colour.
Sophie whimpered, and she remembered the night before. The horror of that frightening night is one she will never forget. She was happy, though, to be back in the arms of Gideon Lightwood. She had missed him so much, her friends too. When she found out they all had came for her tonight, she realised just how loved she was. Even to the people she didn't really talk to, like Jordan, Alec and Gabriel. They all had come for her and some had stayed behind to fight the Automatons.
Sophie sighed at the memory. I can't believe Meliorn is Mark's cousin, she thought. Yes, Meliorn is Mark's cousin, sharing the madman gene. No wonder the Automatons were there and there symbol, the ouroboros, was everywhere.
She shivered at the thought of the Automatons. Sophie was barely conscious when she was at the Mental Hospital. She could remember the way the Automatons held her, how they touched her. She wasn't in her right state of mind to fight them off, she had felt helpless. But she was lucky enough to have Mark almost kill them for touching her, claiming that she was his and no one else's.
Mark was weird that night, he protected her from the Automatons, but he scared her as well; the way he handled Gideon, putting that knife above his heart, intending to kill him.
But the bandage on Gideon's chest now was not from Mark, but from Sophie. When she drew the chair to Mark's side, sending him flying across the room, Sophie had accidentally nicked Gideon's chest with the end of the blade. Luckily it wasn't deep, but it was right above his heart. A few more inches and Gideon would be dead right now.
Now wanting to think of the thought, Sophie turned and wrapped her arm around Gideon's waist and laid her head on his shoulder. Gideon stirred in his sleep.
He turned over and opened his green-grey eyes. When his eyes adjusted on Sophie he smiled, but soon realised, that she was upset.
"Sophie," he murmured, "What is it?"
Sophie lifted her head up and gently placed a hand on his wound. "I did this to you," she whispered.
Gideon sighed, "No you didn't," he said, "Mark was holding the knife, not you."
"But I was the one who moved him."
Gideon put his hand over Sophie's, the one that was on his wound. "Sophie, it was an accident. If anything you saved me from a fate worse than death."
"I didn't mean to hurt you," she whispered, a tear fell down her face.
Gideon reached up and carefully took the tear away with his thumb. "I'm perfectly fine," he said, "It was just a scratch. It's you I'm worried about."
Sophie shook her head, "I'll be alright."
Gideon smiled and pressed his lips to hers. Sophie felt the warmth spreading through her, it was like Gideon was reaching inside her and touching her soul, brushing his fingers along the edges making her shiver.
The kiss grew more passionate, and Gideon changed his position. His back was against the bed fully and he was pulling Sophie down with him. She hooked her leg on the other side of him for support as she moved on top, never breaking the kiss. She ran her hands up his torso, making Gideon moan in her mouth. She smiled against his lips.
The top Sophie was wearing was riding up around her waist, her full legs exposed to Gideon's touch. He ran his fingers up her thighs and settled them on her hips, making small circular motions with his thumbs.
Sophie leaned down further, so that her chest was pressed against his. Gideon ran his hands up the shirt and along her back, pulling her close. He licked Sophie's bottom lip, demanding entrance. Sophie opened her mouth wider for Gideon to explore. She felt his tongue brush hers as the kissed heated to an all new temperature. They had never been like this before, the first time they had made out they kept their clothes on, but now they were willing to go all the way.
As Gideon's hands were brushing her back, the top rose even further. Sophie broke the kiss and looked down at Gideon. She hesitated before holding the edges of the top and lifting it over her head. She threw the top of the floor and looked down at Gideon's eyes, which were raking all over her body.
Sophie felt self-conscious like he was judging her. She saw him gulp and settle on her chest where her white lace bra was. Sophie didn't have the best pair of breasts, and the fact that he was staring at them made her feel even more self-conscious. She looked away.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that," she said, lifting up off Gideon and sitting on the edge of the bed to get the top back.
Before she touched it, she felt strong hands on her shoulders, gently caressing her. Gideon pressed his lips to her shoulders.
"No, don't shy away," he whispered against her. Sophie turned her head to look and he kissed her sweetly. He stroked her face with his fingertips. "You're beautiful."
Sophie smiled and felt the blush grow in her cheeks. She leaned forward, the top forgotten, and pressed her lips to Gideon's. His hands were on her waist and the small of her back, bringing her closer. He, too, was sat at the edge of the bed, making it awkward for them kissing.
Gently and swiftly, Gideon pulled Sophie onto his lap, placing both her legs on either side of him. Gideon lifted her up and placed her back on the bed, him between her legs. She felt his groin harden, making her blush even more.
Gideon was kissing Sophie all along her jaw line, and hearing Sophie gasp as he began to kiss her lower than her neck made him smile. But he didn't want to go too far in case she didn't want to.
"Baby, just tell me to stop. We don't have to go too far if you don't want to," Gideon said in between kisses.
Did Sophie want to go far? Was she ready? Every single kiss made her feel loved, more loved than she ever felt. And Gideon was wonderful; he had saved her from the clutches of her ex boyfriend and he will always be there for her. She already was in her underwear, why stop there?
Sophie smiled, and held Gideon's face, bringing it up for him to meet her lips with his.
She pulled away and gave him a sweet smile. "Don't ever stop."
When Jordan got home last night he had wondered what Maia meant when she said he was too late. Too late for what? Getting her back? Did she still love him?
Jordan turned over and felt the other side of his bed. Running his hands up and down the place Maia used to sleep he longed for her. He had been close, so close. What more could Jordan do?
He reached for his phone and pressing the button he winced at the light. He had turned the light off all night but he didn't sleep. The light from the phone nearly blinded him.
As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that he had one unread message from Maia Roberts.
After Simon had dropped her off last night, Clary had fallen asleep in her bed, still with her clothes on. Her jacket was on the floor, she must have shucked it off whilst drifting off to sleep.
She rose up from her position, and looked down at her creased clothes. She was still wearing her boots, her leather jeans and her top. She didn't even take of the gloves she was wearing. Clary stood up and walked to the mirror, only to find her hair was a mess and her mascara was all over her eyes, making her look like a human panda.
Clary sighed and walked to bathroom. Stripping off all her clothes, she stepped into the shower and felt the heated water rain down on her.
She remembered the time she spent the night with Jace and how the next morning he walked into the bathroom and saw her naked in the shower. She was extremely startled then, and she was embarrassed of the memory. Clary was small, skinny and flat-chested. She wondered why Jace even bothers with her.
Turning the shower off, she stepped out and wrapped herself in a huge cream towel. She brushed her hair at the vanity table and dried it after, the curls gradually forming.
She put on her mascara and got ready for the day. She stepped into a pair of light blue jeans with rips down the front and a shirt that read 'BAZINGA!' Clary loved The Big Bang Theory, she loved to watch it with Simon, comparing the way Simon geeks out whenever he sees something that related to Star Wars to when Sheldon and Leonard geek out when they see references to Star Trek.
She smiled down at her t-shirt, and headed downstairs for some breakfast. She found her mother in the kitchen, but when she turned to look at her daughter, Jocelyn's face turned to a scowl.
"Clarissa Adele Fray!" she yelled, "Where the hell did you go last night?"
Clary sighed, "Mom, I'm sorry, I should have told you."
Jocelyn set her coffee mug down and stood up. "You bet you should have told me. I was worried sick!" She put her hands on her hips. "Where did you go last night?"
Clary tried to think of an excuse. "I went over to Simons," she said.
Jocelyn scoffed. "'Course you were. Then why weren't you there when I knocked on Mrs. Lewis' door? Simon wasn't there either, were you out with him?"
Technically, Clary was out with Simon last night. So she wouldn't be lying. "Yes," she said.
"Well," continued Jocelyn, "Where did you go?"
Clary didn't have an excuse for that. If she told her Mom that she was all the way over in Cadair Idris in an abandoned Mental Institution she'd be dead in 5 seconds.
Clary raked her brain for a lie. "Erm..." she began, "We went over to the park, just to talk."
"Clary, are you lying to me?" Jocelyn asked. Clary was not good at lying; she was bouncing lightly on the balls of her heels and refraining eye contact with her mother.
"Erm..."
"Of course you are. Clary, tell me where you were last night," Jocelyn commanded.
"I was with Simon, but we went over to..." Clary stopped herself from saying 'Cadair Idris'. "...Isabelle's. We were at Isabelle's. You can even call her." Clary made a note in her mind to text Isabelle to cover for her.
"Well, if you were round Isabelle's you still needed to tell me. So, I'm going to have to ground you."
Clary widened her eyes. She was supposed to go to Magnus' tonight for his party. She couldn't NOT go.
"What?! Mom, you can't do that!" she cried.
"Yes I can, I am your Mother. And do not raise your voice at me, Clarissa," she replied, pointing her finger at Clary.
"Mom, please any other day. I'm going to a party tonight, I need to go," she pleaded.
"Well," said Jocelyn, sitting down, "You're just going to have to miss it."
Clary wanted to scream at her mother, but instead she sighed. "Has this got something to do with more than just me going out last night?" she asked.
Jocelyn stopped her coffee mug halfway to her mouth. She turned to face her daughter. "What else could it be about?"
"Dad, maybe."
"Clary, Valentine came to the house for the reason, I don't know about. All I know is that he broke his restraining order, which means he now knows where we live. But no, your punishment has nothing to do with your father. However, if I were crueller, then I would lock you in your room only to protect you from him. But I'm not like that. Just be grateful that you're only being punished for today and that's it." Jocelyn went back to her coffee, not giving Clary a second glance. So she didn't know Valentine came for Clary.
Clary threw up her arms in frustration, and groaned. "By the Angel!"
Will stood outside his sister's door, filled with hesitation. What was he going to talk about? He didn't want to spark an argument...again. He never won arguments with his sister, she was impossible.
He lifted up his fist and tapped on the door.
"Yeah?" came the innocent voice from the other side. Will opened the door and gave his sister a smile.
"Hey," he said, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
"Hey," she replied, "What's up?"
Will dug in his mind for the right words. "So...you and Gabriel," he said, and Cecily nodded. "You guys are serious, aren't you?"
Cecily nodded again. "Yep, I really do like him."
Will sighed, "You do know that if he touches you, I'll kill him."
"Will!" Cecily cried.
"Cecy, I'm just being the protective brother I'm supposed to be," he argued.
"Yeah, well, I wish you weren't right now, okay?" she fired back.
Will held a hand to his heart, faking a wounded expression. "Ouch."
Cecily sighed. "I'm sorry. Guess I'm still a little upset about last night's events."
Will put a hand on her knee, "Yeah, me too."
A moment passed and Will took away his hand. "Well, maybe not when he touches you, 'coz knowing the Lightworm..."
"Lightwood," Cecily interrupted but he waved her off.
"Same thing...knowing him he already has."
Cecily made a disgusted face. "Oh, by the Angel! Will, I'm not having that kind of conversation with you right now!"
"What?! I was just saying!" he cried.
"Please," cried Cecily, "It's not something I want to talk to my brother about."
Will laughed, "Okay, Cecy. How about if he hurts you, I'll kill him."
"That's better, and I know that."
Will smiled.
"So what about you and Tessa?" she asked, "I mean she stays here and she sleeps in your room, even though we said she could have the guest room. What's going on with the two of you?"
The corner of Will's mouth turned up for a second in a laugh.
Tessa was walking past Cecily's room to go back to Will's, hoping to find him, but she heard his voice coming from her room.
"To tell you the truth Cecily, I don't know what's going on between Tessa and me," she heard Will's voice say.
She placed her ear closer to the door, wanting to hear what he had to say.
"I mean, by the Angel, she is beautiful," he continued, making Tessa smile, "And I've never met anyone like her."
"So what's the problem?" asked Cecily.
Tessa heard Will sigh, "Nothing really. I just can't bring myself to ask her if we can be more than friends. Hell, I want to, so badly. I just don't understand what's stopping me."
Tessa sighed behind the door.
"Will, if you don't ask her to be your girlfriend, you're going to upset her even more. And she's just going to think you're leading her on," said Cecily.
"I know. I should tell her. Yeah, I'm going to tell her now," he replied.
Tessa almost screamed. If he was going to tell her now, he would be opening the door only to find her eavesdropping!
She took herself away from the door and ran towards Will's room. When she was inside she tried to act natural.
Oh god, she thought. Whenever people try and act natural they do the complete opposite, like they don't even know what natural is. Tessa nabbed a book from the bookcase and lounged herself on Will's bed. She flipped it open the book to whatever page it was.
As she did so, Will burst into the room.
"Tess, there you are," he said, with a joyful grin. His eyes turned confused. "Why are you reading Dickens upside down?" he asked.
Tessa glanced down at the words on the page and they were, indeed, upside down. She laughed, "Must be losing my mind."
Will sat down on the bed as she placed the book on the nightstand.
She looked back at Will, "What's up?" she asked, even though she already knew.
Will took hold of her hand affectionately, "Tess," he began, "You know how yesterday you asked me what we are?"
Tessa nodded.
"Well, I don't know what we are now, but I know what we could be," he continued.
Tessa couldn't hide the smile she was wearing; she loved it when Will was affectionate.
"Tess, when I first saw you I thought you were stunning. You were wearing that blue top that made your bluish-grey eyes look even more blue, your leather leggings hugged you perfectly and you hair was just beautiful; I just wanted to run my fingers through them. I'm happy that I can do that now, but happy is all I'll ever be at this rate. I want to be more than happy, and I believe that, after what I'm about to ask you, that I'll get what I want." As Will was talking Tessa couldn't keep her eyes off his. She felt all giddy inside, waiting for the question.
Will took hold of Tessa's face, cupping her cheek in his hand. With his thumb he brushed her cheekbone and outlined her lips.
"Tess...I th- I think I love you," he whispered.
Tessa wasn't expecting the 'L' word, she was expecting something else, and so the gasp that escaped her lips was real.
"Will, I- I don't know what to say," she smiled.
Will kissed her lips briefly. "I don't expect you to say it back, but please just let me ask you this," he said, still holding her cheek. "Tess, will you be my girlfriend?"
Tessa made a wide grin. "Will...I-"
Maia woke up in the Lightwood house once again and made her way down to the kitchen for some breakfast. She hated herself for running away from Jordan like that, leaving him hanging with a dramatic sentence that must be killing him right now. But she couldn't help it. He broke her heart and it was literally too late to mend it.
When she walked into the kitchen she saw Alec standing there, cooking an omelette. Maia didn't really talk to Alec much when she was staying there, not alone anyway.
"Oh...morning Alec," she said as she went to the fridge to get some milk.
"Morning Maia, are you okay?" he asked.
Maia grabbed the cereal box 'Cheerios' and set it and the milk down on the counter. "Yeah, just a little tired that's all. What about you?" she asked. She went to grab a bowl from the cupboard and poured the cereal into it, forming a mountain of Cheerios. After that she poured the milk in and went to get herself a spoon.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," he replied.
A moment of awkward silence passed, before Alec asked, "So how much longer will you be staying with us?"
He saw Maia blush and look down at her cereal, "Oh, I didn't mean it in a bad way, I was just wondering because...you know...I'm worried."
"Worried about what?" Maia asked, taking a spoonful of Cheerios.
"Well, to be fair," said Alec, "I'm worried about Jordan."
Maia stopped crunching for a second. She gulped it down, ignoring the pain as some of the un-crunched Cheerios scraped her throat.
"Why would you be worried about Jordan?" she asked, pretending like she didn't care.
Alec had finished cooking his omelette which was steaming, and he settled it on a plate. Taking the plate to the counter he sat opposite Maia.
"Because he misses you, Maia."
Maia took a second to respond. She shook her head. "No," she replied, "He doesn't miss me."
"He does. You don't know the way he talks about you," he said.
"How does he talk about me?"
Alec took a bite of his omelette, thinking of the words to describe Jordan's feelings. He gulped before speaking. "Like he's been on a long journey. Far, far away from here and he's returning home to the girl he loves. But it's been a long time and word spread that his girl was already with another man. He wishes that his girl would return to him, in hope that she still loves him." Maia set her spoon down in the bowl, looking down so Alec doesn't see the tears that are forming. "That is how he speaks."
Maia gave in, and she shucked with sadness, the tears falling down on her lap. She looked up and wiped the tears away.
"I know that I'm torturing him, but I don't know what else to do!" she cried.
Alec put his fork down and reached over the counter to hold her hand. She placed her hand in his and Alec gave it a quick squeeze.
"Talk to him," he said, "Talk to him and let him explain."
Maia didn't know that the guys knew the truth about Jordan and Aline. But they all agreed that it wasn't their place to say it, it was Jordan's. If Maia was going to learn the truth, she would learn it from Jordan.
"He tried to, last night. But I pushed him away," the tears fell even more now, "Oh God, why did I push him away."
"Send him a text, and tell him that you'll talk to him tonight. I'll tell Magnus that you guys need a room to talk in. He'll provide one for you," said Alec, still holding her hand.
"Thank you," she replied. Maia pulled out her phone and, with shaky fingers, sent Jordan a text.
Okay, we can talk. – M
A few moments later, her phone started to ring.
When Jordan saw those four words he almost jumped out of his bed and danced around. She finally agreed to talk to him. Now? Tonight? Tomorrow? When?
Jordan quickly hit number one for speed dial and called.
It took three rings before Maia picked up.
"Hi," she said, simply. Jordan was happy to hear her voice, feeling like there was some hope for him after all.
"Maia, I can't tell you how happy I am that I got your text," he said, blurting all of his feelings out in the one sentence.
"Well, I decided I would give you a chance to explain," she replied, shyly.
"Maia, I don't know where to start. Well, Aline and I-"
"No," she said, "Not here. I want to talk face-to-face. Do you think we can talk at Magnus' tonight?" she asked.
Jordan sighed. He was, again, so close. "Yeah, sure," he said, "I'll see you there." And she hung up, not even without a goodbye.
"...I would love to," cried Tessa. Will laughed with joy as Tessa threw herself into Will's arms.
"I can't believe you said yes," he muttered to himself in the crook of her neck. Tessa turned her head and kissed his cheek.
"I can't believe you love me," she whispered in his ear.
Will smiled, "I've loved you since the moment I saw you."
Tessa crushed her lips to his, wanting to taste him. He devoured her mouth with his tongue one he was granted access. Tessa wound her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Will was sitting beside her on the bed, his hand resting on Tessa's leg.
She pulled him down onto the bed and Will moved in between her legs, his hands sprawled on her hips.
Tessa buried her fingers in his hair, controlling the kiss and how it moved. She moved Will down to kiss her chin, and he took possession of her skin.
"My Tess," he murmured against her, kissing her collarbone. Tessa gasped as he moved lower and lower, until his mouth was resting above the beginning of her tank top.
"Will," she moaned, as he pulled the down the straps of her bra and tank top.
Alec knocked on the door to Magnus' house and was greeted with the sparkly beauty. His face lit up when he saw Alec, but slowly softened when he saw Isabelle, Jace and Maia standing behind him.
"Sorry, they wanted to come over too," Alec said, with an apologetic look. Isabelle bounced in the door war along with Maia and Jace who was carrying a heavy box full of drinks.
Magnus leaned forward into Alec's ear, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe, "We'll talk later," he whispered.
Alec shivered as Magnus' breath hit his skin. He liked the shiver, it was a good one. Magnus led Alec into the kitchen where Isabelle, Jace and Maia were. Jace had set the box on the counter and had already begun to dish out the alcohol.
"Eep!" cried Isabelle, "This is going to be so much fun!"
3 hours later, people already started to arrive. Turned out, the word about Magnus' party had spread like wildfire. But he didn't care, Magnus – and I quote – 'loved to party'.
Already Isabelle had set herself on the dance floor and she had called Jace over to dance with her, so she didn't get asked by a bunch of guys she knew but didn't care about. She was waiting for Simon to arrive.
Jace leaned forward so he could speak in Isabelle's ear. "Has Clary arrived yet?" he asked.
"I don't know, do you want to call her?" she asked, yelling over the music. Jace nodded. He watched as Isabelle pulled her phone out and handed it to Jace.
"No," he said, "You call her. I don't know is she would want to talk to me."
Isabelle gave him a sorrow look before turning away from the crowd, leaving Jace in the middle surrounded by girls who were itching to dance with him. He left them to go get a drink.
Isabelle went upstairs to one of the rooms. Barging into one of them she found that there were two people making out on the bed, luckily with all their clothes on.
"Whoops, sorry," she said, closing the door. Laughing, Isabelle turned to a bedroom door that had a lot of glitter on it. She assumed this was Magnus' room.
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Calling Clary, she held the phone to her ears.
"Hello?" asked Clary.
"Clary! Where are you?" Isabelle cried into the phone. "Are you even here?"
She heard Clary sigh. "No, Iz. My Mom's grounded me from going out last night," she said.
"Oh no!" cried Isabelle. "No, Clary you have to be here! The party is amazing!"
Clary made a whining noise. "Izzy, please don't make me jealous. I really want to be there, but I can't leave. My Mom's going out later, but I don't want to get into more trouble."
"Wait, why's your Mom going out?" Izzy asked.
"Its date night with Mom and Luke," Clary said, a little bit disgusted as all children are when it came to their parents going out with their lovers.
"Oh...well, maybe you can just come out with us now and then go home before your Mom does – she'd be none the wiser!" exclaimed Izzy, almost jumping up and down with excitement.
"No, Izzy. If my Mom finds out she'll kill me," Clary sighed. "I don't want to be in any more trouble."
Isabelle sighed and threw up her arms. "Fine," she said, "I guess you'll just have to catch the next one."
"I'm sorry, Izzy," mumbled Clary.
"No, don't apologize. It's not your fault that your grounded, although your Mom does need to lighten up."
"I couldn't agree more with you. After my Dad my Mom's been so uptight and paranoid. I accidently dropped a glass earlier, poor woman nearly shit herself," replied Clary.
"Wow. You can't blame her though, you know what your Dad's like," said Isabelle.
"I think I'm one of the few people in the world who knows what my Dad is really like," Clary said, bluntly.
Isabelle swallowed. "You going to be okay on your own?" she asked.
"I'll be fine. I'm just gonna' crank up the tunes and do some drawing, have a party of my own," she replied, but Isabelle could see through the fake happiness.
"If anything happens, you call me, okay?"
"Okay."
Wrapped in tangled bare limbs and heated breathes, Sophie and Gideon embraced each other. Sophie laid her hand on his chest as Gideon trailed small circles on her bare back. Their breathing returned to normal, but they were still covered with the faint layer of sweat. Gideon's hair was matted to his forehead. He pushed his hair back with his hand and Sophie stirred.
"That," Sophie breathed, "was amazing."
"It was more than amazing," replied Gideon, "It was perfect."
Sophie looked up and saw the truth in his eyes. "It was." She cupped his cheek and kissed him firmly on the lips, but making sure it didn't lead to another round.
She released him. "We should probably get up; we've got to go to Magnus'."
She began to lift up, but Gideon's firm arms wrapped around her and pulled her back down.
"Oh, no you don't. Not yet, anyway. I just want to stay like this a little while longer," he said, smiling at her and nuzzling her hair.
Sophie giggled as Gideon planted soft kissed all along her face. "I could get used to this," she whispered.
Simon walked up Magnus' drive way and knocked on the white door. No one answered but he could hear the pounding of the music vibrating as he pushed the door open.
He was greeted with a maze of people, all holding red cups. The place was overdone with sparkles and blue streamers. Simon was looking for one person and one person only.
Luckily, she found him. She came bounding down the stairs, and as soon as she saw him – she fluttered into his arms like a butterfly, giving him an embrace.
Isabelle, with her black hair and beautiful skin, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
"Simon!" she cried with laughter.
Simon giggled with her. Hugging her like that made Simon feel whole. Just knowing that she was happy to see him and be in his arms made Simon realise how beautiful she was underneath the layer of immoral doings.
He tightened his grip, savouring that feeling. "Hey, Izzy."
He let go and, feeling adventurous, kissed her on the cheek. Watching her blush and turn red made Simon smile. He slung an arm around her shoulder and guided her through to the dance floor.
The revving on the engine was enough to make Maia's heart skip a beat. Even when the music was on full blast, the noise of the engine seemed to slow everything down. Maia couldn't hear anything; she was waiting for the door to open. She was waiting for those faint four knocks that he does, then the sound of the door opening and then closing.
What would Maia do?
A moment later, the door went. Someone yelled his name in a greeting, and Maia couldn't take it no more. She clutched her stomach, where her heart felt like it was, and took deep breathes. This was the moment. He was going to explain. Did she want an apology? Will an apology make up for everything? What was he going to say? What really happened? Was it just cheating, or something more? Did she even want to know?
"Maia?"
Hand-in-hand, Gabriel and Cecily walked along the pathway to Magnus' front door. Gabriel raised his hand and knocked on the door. He stood back and smiled down at Cecily, who looked gorgeous; even though she was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a crop top, but she was wearing sparkly heels – Magnus would approve, she thought.
It was Magnus who opened the door and gave the couple a once over. He stopped at Cecily's shoes.
"Oh my God, I love your shoes!" he cried, making Cecily smile widely.
"I know right!" she jumped, holding Magnus' arms. Gabriel came in.
"Shall we dance?" he asked, huskily in her ear. Cecily looked behind her to Gabriel's eyes. He stared down with a slight smile playing on his lips.
Cecily nodded. She loved to dance with Gabriel, even though he was quite shy at showing his moves, Cecily always guided him and told him to let himself go.
"Sure."
Gideon pulled up in his car with Sophie by his side. He killed the engine and sat back, making no move to get out whatsoever.
"Did we really have to get out of bed?" he asked with a whine.
Sophie smiled at his childlike behaviour. "Yes, we've spent all day there. And we promised everyone we'd be here."
Gideon reached for her hand. He lifted it up and kissed it. "I just wanted to feel you next to me again."
She lifted over the car seat, and gave him a soft kiss. She pulled back quickly before he could take anymore. He groaned when her lips left his.
"You tease."
"I like teasing," she said, then realised what she said. Sophie looked away, blushing. "C'mon, let's go."
With a sigh, Gideon got out of the car and rushed to Sophie's side, opening the door for her.
When she got out of the car, Sophie took Gideon's arm, being the gentlemen we know and love. The two lovers walked up and into the party.
"Ashley, just push me up!" cried Jessamine in a shout-whisper. Ashley strained under Jessamine's weight, grunting when Jessamine finally reached the top of the fence.
"Okay, now push me up too," ordered Aline. Ashley closed her eyes and rolled them behind her lids, so the others didn't see. She bent down and placed both her hands low, in the shape of a cup. Aline placed her foot in her hand, and her heel dug into her palm. Ashley bit a cry, and pushed up. Aline was lighter than Jessamine but only by a small amount.
She grunted and Aline reached the top, jumping down with an 'ouch'.
Taylor gave Ashley a look of sympathy. Ashley just shrugged her shoulders, pretending like it didn't hurt her. She looked down at her palm and there was a horrible dent in it, and blood. Aline had cracked the skin.
Ashley ignored it, and Taylor saw the blood.
"Kaelie, I'll lift you over," Taylor offered. Kaelie raised her eyebrows and looked to Ashley.
"What's wrong Ashley? Can't you lift me?" she asked, slyly.
Ashley quickly shook her head and held up her hand. Kaelie took hold of her hand roughly and looked at the puncture. Her face didn't change, not even to see how disgusting it was.
She turned and placed her foot in Taylor's palms. With a grunt, Taylor lifted Kaelie over the fence. She swung her leg over and jumped to the floor, offering no help to the girls left behind.
Ashley looked to Taylor. "Here, I'll lift you," she said. She cupped her hands in front of her, the blood already seeping through her fingers.
"No, it's okay. I'll run up and then pull you up with me when I get to the top," she replied.
Ashley straightened and stepped back, giving Taylor room. Taylor took a couple of steps bag and ran up to the wall. Putting her foot on it, she jumped and reached the top of the fence with her hand. She swung her leg over, but she didn't drop down. Taylor sat facing towards the way she was going to drop, and dropped an arm behind her for Ashley to reach.
Ashley also did a run up, but she wasn't as strong as Taylor. She reached up and grabbed hold of top of the fence with one hand and Taylors hand with the other.
Taylor pulled her up and so she could swing her leg over the top. When she was sure Ashley could manage, she dropped down on two feet. Ashley dropped down next to her, luckily they both decided to wear flats.
"Where did the girls go?" Taylor asked.
Ashley scoffed. "Probably to carry out their previous plans." She looked down at her wound. "I'm going to go and clean this up, I'll see you inside."
Magnus was looking all over the place for the colour blue. He could see it everywhere, probably because of the many blue streamers, but it wasn't what he was looking for. He was looking for his blue eyed boy.
He found his sister though. She was dancing with Simon on the dance floor.
Magnus tapped Isabelle on the shoulder. She turned and gave him a smile.
"Hey, Magnus," she greeted, "Cool party!"
"Thanks – have you seen Alec? I need to talk to him," he replied.
Isabelle skewed up her face, thinking about where Alec could be. It wasn't her who replied, it was Simon, "I think he might be in the kitchen."
"Thanks, man."
Magnus pushed passed the many sweating bodies on the dance floor and passed the many red cups in people's hands – making him think that they totally clashed with the streamers. He wanted it to be a midnight kind of theme and the bright red cups just ruined it.
Simon was right. Alec was standing in the kitchen with another girl from the cheerleading team that was unknown. Her name was...Kate? Kathryn? Magnus didn't care. What he did care about was the way Kate/Kathryn was twisting her hair around her finger, giving Alec the googly eyes.
As we all know, Alec was not interested and thank the Angel Magnus knew it too, otherwise he would go ballistic.
He stormed up to the girl and with a fake-polite voice he said, "Excuse honey, can I steal Alec from you?"
The girl looked from Magnus to Alec, finally reading the signals. She widened her eyes and gave a quick apology to the host of the party and his...friend.
"Can we talk now?" asked Magnus.
Alec nodded and followed Magnus upstairs to one of the glittery rooms. Alec looked around thinking it was 'pure Magnus'. The bed was four posted and made of dark oak and surrounded by lights; it made the room look quite romantic.
Magnus stood to the side, watching as Alec took in his creative work. Alec touched the black leather in the corner, sprayed across a table full of sewing needles and paper.
"Is this the girls' cheerleading outfits?" Alec asked, looking to Magnus.
"Yes, they're not quite finished. I've only finished 4 and I have 8 more to do," Magnus replied.
As Alec was looking around he asked, "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Magnus cleared his throat and sat down on the bed before he began. "Alexander? You remember when we first met in Math?"
Alec turned when he used his full name and nodded.
"Well, I feel as if I need to get this out," he said.
"Just say it, Mag. What's on your mind?" Alec smiled.
Magnus took a deep breath. "You."
Alec took a step back in shock, blinking. "Me?"
Magnus nodded. "When I'm with you, I don't care about anybody else."
Alec took a seat next to Magnus, but he kept his space. He's never been in a gay relationship before; this was all new to him.
"I don't know what to say," he said.
Magnus looked down at his hands. "I think I like you," he said, after taking a deep breath.
Alec looked up, but to Magnus' surprise, he smiled at him. "You're an interesting guy, Magnus. I do think about you too. Sometimes, in Math class, I'm sitting there and I'm thinking about you, but then I wonder if you're thinking about me."
Magnus' eyes lit up. "I didn't know you would think that way. I was actually wondering how you would feel about me admitting I liked you."
"It's cool."
Magnus smiled again. "Do you think this is the start of something?" he asked.
"I don't know. I've often wondered about what people would think of me. I mean, many of my friends, not even Jace, know I'm gay," Alec replied.
Magnus laughed with confidence. "If others don't like it, then let them be. Happiness is a choice and life isn't about pleasing everybody."
Alec smiled at the thought of giving everyone the finger if they gave them a dirty look as they walked down the hallways at school. "That would be interesting."
"Being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. We should embrace our sexuality...together," muttered Magnus.
Alec turned to face him properly. He smiled and he thought. Alec had been curious about himself; whether he was straight, bisexual or completely gay. He wasn't straight or bisexual because he just didn't find any girl attractive. But the love he had for Jace...was it love? Or just a crush? Being in front of Magnus now, made Alec realise that being loved by another guy is just the thing he needed.
"I'm glad I met you, Magnus. I do agree – this could be the start of something."
Jace tried to find her. Her fiery red hair and her bright green eyes. They were nowhere in sight.
He looked for Isabelle on the dance floor who was with Simon. She was grinding up against him and Simon, nerdy as he is, was definitely enjoying himself. He looked slightly awkward, like he didn't know what he was doing, whereas Isabelle knew exactly what to do.
Jace interrupted their little 'dance'. "Izzy, did you speak to Clary?" he asked over the music.
Isabelle stopped and her face turned shocked. "By the Angel, I'm sorry! I totally forgot to tell you. Her Mom's grounded her for going out late last night, so she's not able to come tonight."
Jace looked down, missing her already. He had hoped to talk to her at the party, but now his plan was not going accordingly.
"I need to talk to her," he said, helplessly.
Isabelle shrugged her shoulders, but then her face lit up. "She's home alone! Yeah, her Mom's gone out!"
Jace lifted up his face, his eyes full of hope. "Now?"
"Yes, now! If your desperate to talk to her, then go see her now!"
It only took Jace a few seconds to get away from Isabelle, past the sweating bodies, through the door and down the pathway to his car.
"Maia?"
Maia turned around and saw his hazel eyes staring down at her. He was wearing a plain red shirt and creamy brown shorts with white converses. Jordan.
"Hey," she said, weakly.
His eyes were full of hope and determination. "Is there somewhere else we can talk?" he asked.
Maia nodded. "I'm sure we can find a room upstairs."
Jordan followed as Maia guided him up the stairs and into one of the rooms. There was one with a tie on the door knob, making Maia feel quite disturbed.
She found a plain room that looked like it was reserved for guests, with bare furnishings and cream walls. Maia saw her face in the floor length mirror and realised she was slightly scared. She turned and saw Jordan shut the door behind him, leaving them secluded and alone.
He approached her, but as he got too close she backed away. "That's close enough," she muttered, pretending that she didn't see the hurt in his eyes.
Jordan wanted to reach out to her and hold her, tell her everything was going to be okay. But he forced himself not to, he didn't want to scare her even more.
"Okay," she said, "explain."
Jordan took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked up into her eyes. "Maia...words can't express how much pain I have been in for the past week." Maia didn't scoff, she just listened in, remembering Alec's words from earlier. It's true, then, she had been torturing him. "I had no intentions on cheating on you. Aline, she drugged me."
Maia's eyes widened. "What do you mean she drugged you?" She couldn't really believe it. Why the hell would Aline use drugs? What kind?
"I mean, she slipped something into my drink, making me drowsy and weak."
Maia gulped. "Go through the full story," she mumbled, "Tell me everything."
Jordan took a deep breath. "You went to the bathroom, but when you didn't come back after a while I went to look for you. I checked all the bathrooms and then I checked the bathroom in the master bedroom. After I checked it, Aline came up to me and she started to flirt with me. I must have looked away or closed my eyes for a second and she must have slipped something in my drink."
Maia unfolded her arms. "That sounds kind of lame," she said, making Jordan snap his head up. "You must have 'closed your eyes' for a second? Did she really slip you a drug?"
"Yes, how do you think I came to be passed out afterwards?" he asked, almost yelling.
"I was with you for most of the night, you had a lot to drink!" she cried back.
Jordan ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Maia, I'm telling you the truth. Please, listen to me."
"For what, more lies!?" she cried, tears brimming her eyes. She willed herself not to cry for this loser.
Jordan sighed. "Can I continue?"
Maia threw up her hands, thinking 'what's the point?' She sat down on the bed, waiting for him to continue his 'story'.
"After she slipped me the drug, she asked if we could have a toast – to our history together." Maia scoffed, but Jordan ignored it. "So I drank it all, and then a couple of minutes later I began to feel weak, like I couldn't move my muscles at all. When the drug started to take effect, she pushed me onto the bed and took off my jeans and pants." Maia's heart quickened when he got to the cheating part. "Then she crawled on top of me, and she wasn't wearing any panties."
Without her knowing, a tear ran down her face and she quickly swiped it away. "Jordan, I'm sorry I can't listen to this." She stood up and walked towards the wall, not wanting to face him when the tears came. Maia held the wall for support as her body shucked.
She felt strong hands clasp her shoulder gently, and she flinched. Maia pushed them away. "Don't touch me!" she cried. She saw the hurt in Jordan's eyes as he slowly backed away.
"Maia, please. I love-"
"Don't you dare," she whispered harshly, "Don't you dare say it."
Jordan was close to tears. He had just explained, why didn't she believe him?
"You tell me this bullshit lie just so you could get me back!" she cried, tears streaming. She looked away "Please leave," she whispered, more tears running down her face and dripping onto the floor. "I can't see you anymore."
Maia turned towards the wall. The faint sound of footsteps faded away from her. She heard the door open and close again. Clutching her chest, Maia fell to the floor and cried for the love she lost.
Screeching down the road, Jace pushed on the gas pedal, not caring about the speed limit. He was crazy...crazy in love? Crazy for Clary?
When her house came in sight, Jace slowed down. He was crazy, but not crazy enough to kill himself. He jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut and ran around to the back of Clary's house, where he once climbed before, when she asked for his help. He saw the tree outside her window, but her window was shut. He was worried that she might not open it for him.
Jace grabbed the branch lowest to him, and pulled himself up to the second branch, eager to talk to her. As he climbed, he wondered if Clary would be awake or not. Last time he checked his watch it was around 8pm. It must be around 8:15 by now.
When he reached the branch to see into Clary's window, he peered inside and saw darkness with only a small amount of light. He could definitely outline Clary's body under the covers in her bed, her fiery red hair tumbling around her, her green eyes hidden behind her eyelids.
Reaching over, he pushed the window up, thanking the Angel she didn't put the latch on. He swung over and clutched the edge of the window pane, pulling himself up so he could slip inside.
Once his feet were planted firmly in her bedroom, he slowly closed the window. Jace turned and saw his sleeping beauty, looking innocent in her slumber. Watching people sleep, you realise their true self. When they're lying there, unconscious, they don't know the face they're pulling. It's their true face, and Clary's is beautiful, Jace thought.
He didn't want to wake her but he had to if he wanted to talk to her. Jace gently nudged her shoulder and she stirred. She murmured something, like she was talking to her Mom, making Jace smile.
He nudged her again, and she groaned. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw a dark figure standing over her, the light from the moon outside casted a light glow on his bright golden hair.
She screamed from shock, and Jace covered her mouth with his hand. "Sh, it's just me," he said.
Clary pushed him away. "Jace, what the hell are you doing here?" she cried.
Jace stood up straight. "You wouldn't talk to me," he said simply. Clary stood up out of her bed and started to push him back towards the window.
"There's a reason for that Jace: I didn't want to. Now, please leave," she said, angrily.
Jace was much larger and stronger than Clary, so when he dug his heels into the floor, Clary made an abrupt stop and crashed into his back. He turned and held her steady.
"Not until you talk to me," he murmured in his sexy voice that always made Clary's ovaries explode.
"What is there to talk about?"she cried, "You told Kaelie about us at Izzy's party and then you have the nerve to come here, for what, to rub it in my face!?"
"No, Clary! I didn't tell Kaelie about us! I've told no one about us!"
"Then how could she possibly know?!" she yelled, throwing her arms in the air.
"I don't know," he said, his voice low. "Someone must have walked in on us and they must have overreacted and said we had sex."
Clary's face turned red slightly. "Well, in that case. Thank you for telling me. You should be going now," she said, trying to steer him towards the window again.
"Clary, please don't do this!" Jace cried, with a hint of desperation.
Clary was nearly beating at his chest, trying to push him away but Jace was too strong. "Jace, for the last time: GET OUT!"
She was fighting him now...wanting him to leave. Did she really want him to leave? Clary, deep down, wanted him to stay. But she knew that if he stayed she would end up feeling regret. Why did she need to torture herself? She let him in and all he did was wreck her. Clary felt like whatever they had between them wasn't going to turn into anything.
Jace put his hands on her arms and pushed her back towards the bed. Clary's knees hit the edge, and she tumbled back with Jace on top of her. He held her arms by her side so she couldn't move.
"Jace, get off of me!" she cried.
"Not until you hear me out," he replied, simply. She struggled under his weight. She huffed, giving up.
"Fine, say what you have to say."
Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn under my skin
Jace loosened his grip on Clary's hands but still kept them high, next to her head. Take a chance, you never know what might happen, his mind said. Jace took a deep breath. "Clary, remember that night in my room? Do you know why I wanted you to stay with me?"
Clary shook her head, still breathing heavily from her struggling.
Put me to the test
I'll prove that I am strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
Finally see what
you knew was inside me
all along
"Well," he continued, "I wanted you to stay because, you made me wonder. You never swooned when I flicked my hair or grinned at you, like all the other girls, which is why I like you. You're different to the other girls who I've never really had any interest in."
As he was talking Clary's face softened. "So, what are you trying to say?"
That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior
"I'm trying to say that I have feelings for you. I don't know if you return those feelings but I am determined to show you that they are true. I will fight for you, Clary. Even if all you want is a friendship, I will still fight for you. You're, seriously, all I want." Clary didn't realise he had let go of one of her hands and cupped her face. She was tense earlier, but her face and her body had softened.
"Jace, I don't know what to say," she whispered, struck by his words.
"Then don't say anything," he said, "Just let your body do the talking."
Clary wondered what he meant. Did he want her to kiss him?
With Clary's free hand, she grabbed the back of his head and drew him in for a rough kiss. It was filled with longing and desperation; they hadn't kissed in almost a week. Jace was still holding her other hand, and he curled his fingers around hers.
Clary drew him further into the kiss.
"Clary," he moaned in her mouth. She dug her free hand in his hair as his hand crawled up her sides, feeling her.
He drew back after a moment. "Come with me," he said, huskily.
"I can't," she groaned, "I'm grounded."
"What time does your Mom get back?" he asked.
Clary turned her head and reached for her phone. She looked at the last text from her Mom.
Will be home late, around 12. Be good. – Mom
Clary smiled. "We've got till 11:30, my Mom comes home around 12."
Jace grinned and lifted her up so her legs were wrapped around his hips. "Get dressed," he said, deeply. "I'm taking you out."
Ashley turned the tap on in the bathroom and braced herself for the water to come pouring down on her open wound. The blood had dripped all down her palm and around her fingers.
She winced when the water hit her wound. Aline cracked her skin with her four inch heels, and she wasn't even bothered about it.
After all the blood was off her hands, a little bit more seeped through the puncture, Ashley grabbed the washcloth beside her and pressed it to her palm "Stupid bitch," she muttered under her breath. She wished she never had helped the Bitches of St. Xavier to sneak into the party. Hell, she wished she never met them.
Ashley snapped her head to the door when she heard someone knock on it.
The door handle turned, but Ashley had locked the door. She heard the quiet, gentle voice from the other side.
"Hello? Is everything alright in there?" the voice asked. It was a guy's voice.
Ashley sniffed. "I'm fine," she said.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
Ashley sighed. He was being polite and gentle. Who was he? Ashley opened the door and found a pair of silver eyes staring back at her.
"Jem?" she asked. "I didn't realise it was you."
Jem was about to say something, but he stopped when he saw the blood on the wash cloth. "Are you hurt?" he asked.
He reached for her hand and took the wash cloth away. "That looks like it hurts," Jem muttered, "Let me help you."
Ashley had never experienced such kindness. She had always been walked on by Jessamine, Kaelie, or Aline. She had felt alone in this world. Her Dad died a few years back; so all she felt was nothing.
Jem shut the door behind him and moved to the cabinet above the sink. He rummaged through and took out a packet with a red cross on it. "Magnus always has first aid kits in every bathroom," he said.
Ashley didn't say anything. Jem gestured for her to sit on the edge of the bath and she did just that, still clutching her hand. He sat down with her and took her hand. Squeezing some antiseptic jell onto the wound, he rubbed it in, making Ashley wince at the pain.
"Sorry," he said, apologetically. She waved him off. Jem continued to rub until all was soaked in. He moved to an antiseptic wipe now, cleaning the blood around it and anything that was in the wound. When he was finished he threw the wipe into the sink that was covered with blood. "A lot of blood for one hand," he observed. "Must be a deep wound; how did you get it."
Ashley could tell him that Aline had dug her heel into her hand, but she couldn't tell that they had sneaked into the party by climbing over the fence. She would get in trouble by Magnus. Oh well, she thought. Aline and the others deserved it. She took a deep breath. "I was helping...Aline get over the fence out back."
Jem stopped wiping around the cut for a second. "Aline Penhallow?" he asked.
Ashley nodded gravely, ashamed of her confession. "Taylor and I were helping Aline, Kaelie and Jessamine sneak in. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have helped them."
Jem smiled, "Don't worry about it. Magnus knows about them. If he sees them, there's no doubt in my mind that he won't come up with an awesome way of kicking them out."
Ashley laughed, "I would love to see that happen."
Jem's smile grew wider. "I thought you were friends with them?" he asked.
"By the Angel, no," she scoffed. "I hate them."
"Then why do you hang out with them?" he asked.
Ashley's smile faded as she thought of a reason. There was no reason, to be honest, other than the fact that Aline and the others knew about her secret, but she couldn't tell Jem that. "I honestly don't know," she murmured. "I'm guess I'm just afraid of what they'll do if I turn my back on them. And Taylor is my best friend, I can't just leave her."
"You shouldn't be afraid," said Jem. He finished wiping her wound, and he moved to grab some bandage out of the bag. "From what you've told me, they aren't your true friends. Kaelie, Jessamine and Aline have nothing on beautiful girls like you."
Ashley watched his eyes work on wrapping the bandage around her hand. She felt no more pain in her hand, but she did feel some in her heart.
"Thank you, Jem," she whispered. "No one's ever been kind to me."
He gently rubbed her knuckles which were covered with the bandage. Jem looked into her eyes. "It's about time someone was."
Ashley smiled and looked down so Jem couldn't see her blush.
"C'mon," he said, standing up and taking her hand, "Let's go get a drink."
Maia had cried for what felt like hours. She loved Jordan but he had hurt her, and he had the nerve to give her that lame excuse. 'I must have looked away for a second, or closed my eyes'. What kind of excuse is that? She asked herself.
She stood up and straightened her clothes. After wiping her eyes with the tissues from the bathroom, Maia turned for the door.
When she left the bedroom, she was about to round the corner when she heard voices. They were giggling about something.
"So what kind are these?" someone asked. It was a girl's voice, high and shreakish. Maia placed her back against the wall and peered round the corner, only to find Kaelie, Jessamine and Aline leaning against the walls. They weren't mean to be here, Maia thought, they weren't invited for a reason.
"I don't know. Last weekend I went to Club Pandemonium, and some guy gave them to me. He said 'If you want to take someone home, use these.' I didn't know what they do, but from what I did to Jordan they seem to make you weak. Like you can't move your muscles.
"Then a couple of minutes later I began to feel weak, like I couldn't move my muscles at all." Jordan's words played in Maia's head.
By the Angel, she thought, he was telling the truth.
"Wow," said Kaelie. "So, we're going to be using these tonight?" she asked. Maia whipped her head round to the girl's voice. What did she mean she would be using them tonight?
"Yeah, here," said Aline, reaching into the packet and taking two pills out. She handed the girls one each. "All you need is one. Slip it into their drinks and away you go."
The other giggled. "I think I know who I'm using mine on," said Jessamine with a sly grin. "I think it's time I took Will away from Tessa."
"Good luck," said Kaelie. "They've been together all night. You're going to have to come up with something smart to get them away from each other."
"Erm..." said Jessamine. "We could use Taylor or Ashley. Where are those two anyway?" she asked.
"I don't care," said Aline, "I'm going to go see if Jordan's here. He might be up for round two." She giggled and Maia couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips.
"I need to find Jace and show him what he's missing," said Kaelie, with a maniacal giggle.
Maia ran away from the scene, determined to find Jace and Will and warn them about what they'll do.
Will didn't let go of Tessa the whole night. The DJ Magnus hired was turning over to one of the slow songs.
"Alright, I can see a few lovers out on the dance floor and some who aren't. You guys need to grab your girls and swing them over here. This one's for you," he said into the microphone. Colbie Caillat's song When the Darkness Comes came through the speakers and Will held on to Tessa tightly, bringing her closer so that their bodies were touching.
"I didn't know you slow danced," said Tessa, with a smile.
Will grinned, "There's a lot of things you don't know about me yet."
"Can't wait to find them out," she replied.
Will pressed his lips to her forehead. "I'm so happy I have you now," he said, his lips moving against her head.
She looked up and saw his blue eyes searching hers. She leaned up and kissed him as the chorus came.
I'll be here waiting
Hoping praying
That the sky will guide you home
When you're feeling lost I'll leave my love
Hidden in the sun
For when the darkness comes
He will always protect her, for now she is his.
They broke apart just as Jace and Clary came in.
"Clary!" cried Tessa, "I thought you weren't coming!"
Tessa hugged her cousin, and Will gave Jace one of those shoulder bumps guys do when they greet each other.
"Yeah, well I'm not supposed to be here. Jace is taking me back at 11, so let's make the most of it!" Clary cried, making Jace laugh. He took her over to the dance floor and they began to sway to the music.
Will took hold of Tessa's waist. "Shall we dance again?" he asked, his hot breath flush against her ear.
Tessa smiled. They were about to turn away when they saw Maia pushing through the crowd urgently. "Guys!" she yelled.
Will frowned. "Maia, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Whatever happens, do not let Jessamine near you," she said, "And if so, get rid of whatever drink you're holding!"
"Maia, what are you talking about," asked Tessa. Clary and Jace had stopped dancing as Maia had caught their attention.
"Jace, Clary! Jessamine and Kaelie are using drugs. The same drug they used on Jordan!" Maia cried, a drop of sweat trickled down her temple.
"He told you?" asked Jace.
Maia turned to him with a look of confusion. "You knew?" she asked. Jace nodded, but looked down. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
"It wasn't our place to tell you," he said, with an apologetic look.
"What do you mean 'our place'?"
"I knew about it too," inclined Will, raising his hand. Tessa gave him a look.
"How long have you all known?" Maia asked, breathing heavily.
Jace and Will shared a look. "We only found out yesterday," said Will. "Maia, he wanted to tell you. When you, Isabelle and Clary were having that fight, we came around the corner to find you. Jordan was going to explain then but certain events got in the way."
Clary looked down at her feet, remembering the fight. She pushed Jace away that moment, when they were accused of sleeping together. Clary saw Jace's eyes look to hers, and he placed his hand in hers, giving it a quick squeeze.
Tessa broke the silence. "Maia, about that drug?" she asked.
Maia shook her head from the conversation, and turned to the most important matter at hand. "Yes, right. They're going to use the same drug they used on Jordan on Will and Jace!"
Tessa and Clary looked to each other. They suddenly turned defensive over their men.
"Jessamine is not coming anywhere near Will," she growled, and Will looked at Tessa in surprise. He had never seen such fury in her. First she punched Jessamine in the face yesterday and now she's all defensive. What is going on? Has she suddenly found the strength Will knew was inside her?
"Yeah," said Clary, "And Kaelie can back off, because Jace is mine now!"
Jace smiled down at Clary, though her face didn't return it.
Both Clary and Tessa needed to keep their men safe away from the Bitches.
"Where are they," asked Tessa, "They're not supposed to be here."
Maia nodded. "I saw them upstairs, I was thinking about getting Magnus on them. Has anyone seen Magnus?!" she cried, looking around her.
The music was quite quiet and people turned around to look at her. Everyone shook her head, but someone raised theirs.
"I think I know," he said, lifting his hand over the crowd. "He went upstairs with some black haired guy."
Jace looked to Will, who blinked. "Obviously not me."
"Well who else-" Jace cut off when it slowly dawned on him.
Will realised too. "Alec," they both said in unison.
Maia didn't know what she was doing. As Clary, Tessa, Will and Jace went upstairs to find Alec and Magnus, Maia slowly wandered to the front of the house. She didn't take her own car here so she had to walk. It was only a couple of blocks away.
She didn't believe him when he told her that story. She thought he was just lying, trying to get her back after he cheated. No, she thought, he didn't cheat. He was blackmailed. He was cheated himself.
Maia felt guilty: all the pain and the suffering she put him through. All the lies he thought he said were true. What had she done? She thought. Maia raked her hands through her hair. She wanted to scream out. She had done wrong by Jordan, he was innocent.
Walking, she realised where her feet were taking her. When she was leaving, she thought she needed fresh air, but no. It was like her body had a mind of its own. Maia craved Jordan; his kisses, his warmth, his love, his touch, she needed it.
She found herself outside the home she once shared with him. The home where they wanted to start their lives together. The home he brought her two, carried her inside like a bride, and up the stairs where they made love for the first time in their bedroom, consummating the house itself.
Maia gulped, nervous at what was behind the door. She slowly walked up to the white family door and lifted her hand. She hesitated. What was she going to say? Was an apology good enough? It wasn't for her when she thought he cheated on her. But will he forgive her?
Before she could change her mind, she quickly knocked.
So yeah, Jem has met Ashley who is a character I made up...because people have wanted Wessa more than Jessa, and some people hate Jessa - so I made another character for Jem. And her name is Ashley - what do we think he secret it?
Does Tessa have the strength inside her? Will she ever face the wrath of her brother again? And if so, will she use her strength, or cower away like usual?
Malec has officially started - get ready for some gay fun...but not too much, this is still T rated. And I've already said that the worst is over. When they come out as gay people, who will be okay with it? Will anybody defy their love?
Gideon and Sophie - by the Angel I love those guys, finally together and they've made love...eeeep! But will their relationship stay like that?
Gabriel and Cecily, still going strong? But will someone get in the way? Will Gabriel hurt Cecily, making Will want to kill him? Find out if their relationship blossoms into something even more beautiful, or turn into that of a black rose.
Jace and Clary - yes, feelings have finally come out? But will Clary make it home in time before Jocelyn gets back?
What of the bitches? Will Magnus kick them out? What will they do? In the words of Janice Ian from Mean Girls: those bitches!
Isabelle and Simon, so cute! Will Simon get the confidence he needs to go further with Isabelle, or will Isabelle take the lead in whatever they do!
Maia and Jordan - the truth has been unleashed! But what will Maia say to Jordan? Will he forgive her? How will they reconcile? WILL they reconcile?
Messages: Thanks to Percabethlvrknowsall - can't pronounce your name, but hey ho! You gave me the idea of Jace cornering Clary, but I made Jocelyn ground Clary for going out. But he kind of cornered her, he went into her room and they tumbled onto the bed. So thank you :)
Mars-Bars 3 3 - couldn't use your idea of Clary getting too drunk and Jace taking her home - but that could happen, just not the big speech. I have an idea around that - review and we'll discuss :)
arorainthesky - Thankyou for the song suggestion, I listened to it again today and I couldn't stop singing it. My Mum screamed upstairs yelling, 'Caz, shut up!' Oh well!
Anyway, there are loads of song suggestions! I'm not sure if I can fit them all in, but I have loads of other story ideas that I might use songs in, so if they aren't used in this one, they might be used in another one.
I have a TID story idea, wanna hear it? If you do, leave a review saying you want to read it and it will be posted in the next chapter!
ALSO SOME GOOD NEWS! I WENT FOR AN APPRENTICESHIP INTERVIEW YESTERDAY MORNING AND THEN I FOUND OUT ON THE NIGHT THAT I GOT THE JOB! I'VE QUIT COLLEGE AND I START WORK ON MONDAY! Just thought I would tell my lovely readers! So yeah, quit college, but I am still in college, just part-time! I have to do a day-release where I go to the college and learn the skills I will learn at work :) the college and the job are both connected - kind of what you have to do in an Apprenticeship - you learn skills from a college that you transfer to the job...and you get paid for it...win win I think!
Until next time ;)
-Caz :D