Chapter 10

Clary POV

"All packed?"

I nodded at my mom, placing the box in the moving truck. I hopped down from the platform, closing the door on the way.

"Great," my mom said. "Let's get going!"

I didn't say anything. I just climbed into the backseat of the SUV. I put to earphones in, blasting music into my head. I tuned out the world, and more importantly, tried to tune out my true emotions.

I had just left Jace there on the dock. I didn't go to school at all this week; I had to pack. Jace didn't call or anything, meaning he didn't accept my very public display of affection.

Oh well. I was going to start over. Start over my life, and especially my relationship skills.

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Jace POV

What was I supposed to say?

I couldn't just come right out to her and tell her how much I love her, right? She might not feel the same way.

Then again, she did kiss me.

It was too late now. She was probably half way to Florida by now. I might never see her again.

"Jace."

I sat up on my plain white bed, looking at my sister who stood near the door. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt: nothing fancy.

"Hey, Izzy," I said.

"Don't 'hey Izzy' me," she scolded. "You need to tell her. Somehow."

"What?" What could she be talking about. No one knew about my love for Clary except for Jon. Even he hasn't brought it up again.

"You know what I mean. I've seen the way you two look at each other. Tell her you're in love with her," Izzy told me.

"I can't," I almost shouted. "She's gone. I won't be able to tell her."

"I think I know a way for you to tell her how you feel," Izzy said, teasing me with her eyes. I raised an eyebrow as she went on. "But it's going to take a lot of convincing."

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Clary POV

That Monday I started school. I ignored practically everyone, that is, until my Language Arts class.

I was sitting in the back of the room alone. A boy came up to me, sitting in the chair next to me. I turned to give him a small glance.

He had dark hair, and dark eyes. He had a chiseled face, and from what I could tell, he was very muscular. The boy was gorgeous; not as gorgeous as a certain blonde haired angel, that's for sure.

"Hey, beautiful," the boy said, staring at me. I turned to him, and for a moment, his eyes showed a predatory like look. It was unnerving.

"Uhm, hey," I said.

"I'm Sebastian Verlac. I'm also the guy of you dreams," he tells me very confidently.

"Is that so? And why, Sebastian Verlac, would you say that? You barely know me," I tell him.

He leaned in closer to me, whispering in my ear. "Oh, but I want to know you."

Something about him scared me. The look in his eyes, the smell of his cologne, the way he smirked at me.

"Well, that won't happen," I say as the bell rings, signaling the end of class.

I got up, and quickly fled the room.

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"I don't know, Simon. He just really creeped me out."

I had been on the phone with Simon for at least an hour now. I was telling him how my first day went, and about the creeper, Sebastian.

"Oh come on, Clary. He couldn't have been that creepy," Simon said.

"It may not sound like it to you, but you should have seen his eyes. It looked like he was eyeing a ten year old girl from the blackened window of his white van," I told him. I shivered at the thought of Sebastian handing out candy to children.

It was probably true though.

Simon started to laugh. In the background, I could hear a deep voice talking. It definitely wasn't Izzy.

"Simon? Is that a man I hear?" I asked him. "You haven't started batting for the other team, right?"

"Ugh, Clary. Shut up," he sighed. I giggled at him. "And it's just Jace. I'm in the Lightwood's living room."

"Jace?" I felt kind of nervous, even though I knew for a fact he couldn't see me. I could also picture the smirk on his face after he had seen my shivering with chills from him.

"Yeah," Simon said. "He said he'd rather have me making out with Izzy than talking on the phone in his living room for an hour."

"Is he sure about that? I've been in a room while you guys are making out. It's not that enjoyable," I told him.

"Shut up," he said. "Well, I should go. Iz and I are going to the movies."

"Okay, Simon. Don't scare children when you start making out in the back of the theater!"

"Ugh. Stop it, Clary!"

We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone. I sighed, content with getting all of my feelings out. I felt better somehow.

Maybe Florida won't be so bad after all.

A/N: Clary is probably really wrong.

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