This chapter...Is short. And fluffy. Doesn't really deal with much except for Clary and Jace's relationship and a little bit of Aline and Sebastian.
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Jace
What. The. Fuck?
He was pretty sure he resembled a dying fish, sitting there with his mouth flapping open.
How attractive.
Clary slapped a hand over her mouth, looking nearly as shocked as he was about her outburst.
"I love you, dammit!"
Now that wasn't something you hear everyday.
Jace watched as she fidgeted, obviously uncomfortable, as she looked anywhere except for at him.
"Clary."
She still refused to look at him.
He sighed, and reached over to pick up her hand, fiddling around with her fingers. "Cla-ary.." He could see the corner of her mouth lift up, but her gaze remained on the floor.
Say something, Wayland...
Say what? He'd never had someone say that to him before. Ever.
"Did you mean it?" He cringed at how hopeful his voice sounded. Play it cool, dumbass.
Clary fidgeted uncomfortably. Then shrugged. "Yeah," she said in a soft voice. Then she stiffened, and raised her head to glare at him. "Why do you care, now, you bastard?" She hissed, her hands clenching into fists defensively. Always ready to fight.
Jace leaned closer, trying to see her expression; It was too late, her face had gone blank. Again. She was shutting him out. Again.
"What's going on, Clary? Why are you-Acting like this?"
She fell back against the wall of her closet, and let out a humorless laugh. "I saw the boy I'm in love with, making out with some random skank. No. There's nothing wrong with me."
Jace stood up, knowing his face was the definition of pissed off. "See? This is what your problem is. You're always jumping to conclusions, always thinking that you know what everyone is thinking or feeling-"
Clary jumped up to her feet, also, her eyes furious. "I don't need to be a mind-reader to know that you're just like everyone else, Wayland!" She screamed at him. "You just acted like my friend, and then threw it back in my face! And if you think that-"
Jace grabbed her by the shoulders, and began shaking her.
She immediately froze, as if remembering how angry he'd been after she'd slapped him...
"You're so stupid, Clary! You're so stupid. You don't know anything about how I feel for you..."
Clary's mouth twisted, and she sneered at him. "Really? Then how do you feel, Jace?" She taunted.
Jace crossed his arms. Don't say it, he warned himself. You always swore you'd never say it...
"I like you, okay? I. Like. You."
Good save, buddy. That was close, though.
Clary stared. "Like me? Oh, thank you so much. I feel better now." She moved, as if to leave, but Jace grabbed at her arm. "Clary-"
Clary
She tried to jerk her arm out of his grip, feeling the tears beginning to sting at the backs of her eyes. Clary shook her head as he said her name again. No, she had to get out of here. She wouldn't let him see her cry.
"Stop running away from me. It doesn't suit you."
Jace tugged her back so that she fell against his chest, and his arms wrapped around her, protectively. "I'm sorry if it wasn't what you wanted to hear, but..." He shrugged. "I can always make it up to you."
Clary crossed her arms. "And how do you plan on doing tha-" His lips pressed against hers, cutting her off.
His lips were soft and warm, and eager. Jace wrapped his fingers in her hair and gave a sharp tug, causing her to gasp, which gave him enough time to slip his eager tongue in her mouth.
Clary sank into his chest, sliding her hands up his sweaty shirt and up into his hair, whimpering. God, he tasted so good...
Jace growled, pushing her gently against the wall, and pressing his mouth against hers harder, kissing her feverishly, roughly.
He pulled away so that his nose was brushing against hers and her eyes were staring into his.
She panted breathlessly; No body had ever kissed her like that before.
Jace smirked, rubbing his nose softly against hers. "That sure shut you up."
Cue broken moment.
"Jace..."
"I was kidding, kidding." He rolled his eyes. "Does this mean I have to take you out on a date?"
Clary huffed, and pulled out of his arms, and his face fell, along with his arms. Adorable..."You bet your sweet ass," she told him. "Or I'm never kissing you, again."
Jace's eyes widened, and he grabbed her wrists, pulling her back to him. "We should really go out, sometime," he said in an easy tone, causing her to giggle. Already, he had her giggling.
"Pig," she murmured, slapping lightly at his chest.
Clary laid her head down on his chest, and sighed heavily. "I love you," she whispered into the cotton fabric of his shirt.
He didn't reply, but his grip around her tightened.
Clary sighed, trying to ignore the hurt she felt at his silence. Oh, well. At least he was still holding her like he loved her...
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Jace
Why couldn't he just say it?
Jace opened his mouth to answer her, but the words wouldn't come, and his chest began to ache. He settled with mouthing the words, though he doubted she could see him.
I love you, too.
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Aline
The two of them watched, in a furious silence, as the two teenagers held eachother, kissed eachother, murmuring sickly sweet nothings in one another's ear.
Ick.
Aline made a hissing noise. It would've worked perfectly, if he wasn't so obviously in love with the little bitch.
"You said this would work," she snarled to Sebastian, who stood next to her, watching the scene before him, blankly.
"It will."
Aline stomped her foot, and crossed her arms. "They're practically dry-humping in her closet! How is anything going to work with them like that?"
Sebastian sighed, heavily, and turned to look at her. "Be patient. I was close to her, also. So were you. And look how far we've come."
Aline shook her head. "If this doesn't work..."
"Don't doubt me, Aline," Sebastian said in a quiet, authorative voice. "She's still uncertain about Jace's actions towards you. Believe me. It won't take much to break her." He turned back to stare at his ex-girlfriend. "Everything will work out perfectly."
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I know it wasn't much, but I wanted to get this out, like, right away. :( Sorry if it's a little pointless and cheesy...
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