Dear Loves.

Finally, I updated. Yay. Lol, sorry! I was going to update sooner but turns out my teachers teamed up on me and decided to give me tons of assignments and homework. Having three honors classes does bite you in the ass at times. So, enough about my boring high school life here is chapter 10. Hope you enjoy reading it, but it really does suck. (Warning: not one of my best chapters). Sorry Loves. :(

But either way, it is more of a 'filler' chapter - per say.

See you next week bye or maybe earlier?

It depends.

Love.

MyDreamShadow.

(Clarissa Garroway POV)

The warm spray of my shower did very little to soothe my muscles. I was exhausted. Never in my life had I been so warn-out. School probably did this to most people, but I wouldn't know because today was the first time that I even stepped into a school. Everything hurt, especially my brain. I hardly use it so maybe that is why it is telling me 'too much information', 'stop putting things in', and 'I'm so mad at you', which resulted in this huge migraine.

But besides all the negative affects I really enjoyed it. The life styles are so different, I could not help but be intrigued.

I hope tomorrow isn't as stressful as today.

Turning off my shower I dry myself with a fluffy green towel. I can't help but notice the emerald color matches my big eyes. I smile at the fact of where my thoughts were headed.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" I yell as I run through the house trying to find her.

"I'm in my studio" she yells.

I race into her studio and run up to her back and cry. My fast action causes her painting to get ruined. She simply sighs, and pats my back. "What's wrong baby?"

"Maria's son was making fun of me." I sob, "He says my eyes are ugly." I look up to her, my eyes red, face wet with tears. "Are they ugly?"

"And why would Raphael say such thing? It's so obvious he is jealous. Can you imagine... Having common brown eyes compared to your beautiful green ones? Now if this was me I would prefer to have green eyes." she explains while rubbing my back soothingly.

"Really? You think my eyes are pretty?" I ask, drying my tears.

"Of course baby." she says. Then she gives a smile,"Your so lucky you got my green eyes, could you imagine having Daddy's eyes? They are so blue and ugly".

I giggle. "Oooo, Mommy. I'm going to tell Daddy you said his eyes were ugly!"

"Did someone call me?" says my Dad walking into the studio.

I run up to him and beckon him to carry me. He complies with a huge smile but says "Your too heavy for this kiddo".

"But I'm barely seven" I whine. "But that doesn't matter. Mommy said your eyes were ugly." I tattletale on my Mom.

"Is it true Jocelyn?" he asks with a fake hurt.

"Of course not Love" she says sweetly.

"But – But, Mommy. You said our eyes were prettier! You told me." I yell.

"Is that so?" asks my dad. All of a sudden my Mother and I are tackled to the floor. "Tickle Monster disagrees. He believes Daddy's eyes are prettier".

My mother and I can't respond, we are laughing to much to even say a word. Until I yell out that I have to pee.

After that day I was told that I and everyone were made how God wanted us to be. Never again did I doubt my eyes, but I still was insecure. But I hid it behind my modeling career. No one was going to mess with me. And it's exactly what I did. I was tough, but my I was a coward on the inside, which Is what counts.

Stepping into my room with only a towel I instinctively head toward my drawers where my comfortable nightie and underwear are located. Just as I am about to unwrap myself from the towel - there is a noise on my bed. I turn quickly only to be faced by a smirk. A sexy one at that.

"As much as I would love my sexy girlfriend to undress in front of me. I would say we are moving too fast." says Will with a fake innocent tone.

I throw my nightie to his face, "You jerk". I laugh at his face expression concerning the nightie. He simply swallows - hard.

He tries to cover it up with a smile, but I could tell he is uncomfortable. So I ask "So, what are you doing here?"

"Remember when I said we will have sleep overs? Turns out I picked today." he said.

"I see", I answered. In reality I was looking forward for him to say something along the line of 'I wanted to see you'. But no such luck. He was probably doing it all for the 'NY Models' contract - and that is exactly what I signed up to do. But I thought we moved passed this stage. "Take the couch - Make your self at home William." I said in a dismissive tone.

"Wait – Red Angel. I don't know why your mad, or your having a shitty day but I'm here for you. I like you - and I want our relationship to work out, okay? I only put the 'sleep over' excuse just to see you." He said coming closer to me.

Putting my hands up I said "Your right about the shitty day. But don't come any closer, remember I just have a towel and being this close isn't doing any better."

He smirks. At of all the things he could do- he smirks. "Well-well, I believe some of us can't contain ourselves."

Yup he is making fun of me. The bastard. But in reality it just makes me get hot. And having just a towel on is not helping the situation.

Well I could use it to my advantage. He wants to play? Then we will play.

I slowly move closer to him, never taking my emerald eyes off his ocean ones. He swallows - hard again. Yes, it's working! I put my small body flush against his and bring my hands behind his neck. Slowly I bring him down to kiss me - soft and slow. Lovingly. He groans as I pull his long black hair. Hm, so silky. And I could hear both our hearts beat 1,000 times a minute.

Finally he pulls away, and we both gasp for air. I'm so breathless. "I'm going to wait for you in the living room. Tell me when your done", he kisses the top of my head and exits my room.

I just smile.

I could get used to this. Actually I am getting addicted to him, and the world is not letting me stop and breathe for how fast this is moving on. But was it not I that wanted a serious relationship? And he said he likes me, and I do too. And In the back of my mind I know I am falling in love for the guy with the most beautiful blue eyes. Look at me, I thought blue eyes were ugly. Man how damn wrong I was.

. . . . . .

Beep . Beep . Beep . Beep . Beep

Stupid alarm, it's so loud. Groaning I turn to my side so that I may switch the alarm off …. but I meet a sexy broad chest.

William.

He looks so peaceful asleep. Just like an angel, my fallen angel. But - what the heck? Isn't the alarm too loud for him, I mean it's right next to him. William did not even budge, apparently unconscious of the beeping alarm next to his ear. I slowly and quietly reach over him, but I can't reach the beeping alarm. Darn. Trying to be light as a feather, I straddle his hips without touching him. I reach over to the alarm again, and I turn it off. Victory. But as I am about to retreat to my 'straddling position', I loose my balance. Being a baby - I yelp as I feel myself falling off the bed... but I never hit the ground. "Are you okay Angel?" asks Will as he holds my hips, side ways. I nod in shock.

So my alarm didn't wake him, but what did? "Were you awake this entire time?" I ask. He shakes his head a negative. "I heard you squeal".

I blush. "Yeah, I was trying to turn off the alarm and I lost my balance"

He smiles "Sure, sure. Even the best have fallen under my charm. Even when I am asleep, I am irresistible." He spreads his arms wide "Ladies love me".

I glare at him, but give him a devilish grin. "And Men love me".

He growls "Not fair Red Angel".

"You started it." I accuse with a pout and crossed arms over my chest. He uncrosses them and brings me down for a kiss.

I have no clue how long we stay like this when all of a sudden someone opens the door. Maia silhouettes under the door frame, but she is covering her eyes "Okay - I'm not seeing anything. Stop the morning activities and get your asses ready for school."

I am about to respond when Will covers my mouth, so it comes out in a muffled tone "mhf".

Maia screams "Ew, ew, ew!" apparently thinking negatively.

Will groans under me, and says "Clary" sensually.

"Fine stay in bed! You rabbits." yells Maia as she exits my room.

William and I laugh.

. . . . . .

(William Herondale POV)

I have never slept so comfortable in my entire life. I feel different and believe me, I know it's for the best, and I can't stop thinking how I owe it all to Clarissa. My Red Angel. This morning proves how much I like her. Even though we haven't had sex, I feel so intimate with her. Is that wrong?

Currently Clary and I are on our way to school. It's her second day, and she looks absolutely happy. I on the other hand feel uneasy, especially seeing Jace there. I know Maia feels the same, we did talk about it when Clary was in the shower.

"I have something to tell you William." She said.

I smile at her, "Come to confess your love for me Maia? Don't be like that. You know all too well that I'm dating your best friend."

She simply rolls her eyes, unaffected by my charm. "The only man I love is Simon. And I am not afraid to admit it, Compared to you." I am shocked by her forwardness. But she is right, I do love Clary. "But that is not what I wanted to talk to you about. It's about Jace. I just want you to watch out. He doesn't seem to be an easy person. Actually quite like you. I'm telling you that he- Jace - Is the only guy who seems to be able to beat you, in anything. I mean attitude, looks, popularity, even your career, but most of all your girl, Clary."

Goodness. She is right, Jace could possibly like her. And I love her. Jace knows damn squat about love. He thought that TO LOVE IS TO DESTROY.

I grab Clary's hand as I drive the two of us to school. We are late but who gives a damn. But deep inside I know that Maia is right, Jace could beat me. He is the only one who ever could. But I know for sure that if Clary falls in love with him - I would die. But even I the selfish William Herondale will let her go. Because my father taught me that IF IT WAS MEANT TO BE YOURS, IT WILL COME BACK.

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