He looked at her with disappointment in his eyes. She stepped away, well more like stumbled away, and Jace walked in. He put his hand on her back trying to stabilize her but she just brushed it off. Clary looked around at Jace.
"Oh no, no, you can't give me that look." She yelled over the music. Jace just continued to look at her. He saw something in her eyes, hurt maybe or sadness. It pained him to see that so he averted his eyes to the kitchen where something caught his eye. There was smoke coming out of the microwave.
"Clary!" He ran over to it and opened it up, once the smoke thinned he saw little black crisps on a plate. He looked over to Clary incredulously, "What are these?"
She giggled a little, "They're dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, of course."
"Of course," Jace breathed. He dumped the crisps in the trash and picked up a phone.
"What are you doing?" Clary appeared behind him and rested her head against his back.
"I'm ordering pizza." Clary nodded against his back and cringed, it seemed, and pulled away.
Clary stumbled away and over to the kitchen counter where her bottle was. She could smell the foul stench as she neared it. She brought it up to her lips and took a huge gulp down, she almost spit it out. She knew that Jace would take the bottle away from her so she might as well get the most in her while she can. Her head felt immediately heavier. She smiled.
"The pizza will be her in a little while…" Jace said as he walked into the room and turned down the music. He saw the bottle next to her, sighing he took the bottle and placed it on top of the refrigerator, where he knew Clary couldn't get it.
"So why'd you get drunk?" He sat down next to Clary on the island.
She shrugged, "I just felt like it,"
Jace stood up and poured a glass of water, he went back to the island and put the glass in front of Clary, "Bullshit," She shrugged again, "Was it because of me?"
That's when she picked up the glass and took a sip, not looking at Jace.
"Clary, I know you're angry," She scoffed, "But just hear me out, ok? I had to take care of a family matter, then something happened and I had to stay longer. I needed to think, I needed to just pull out of the city for a while."
Clary slugged off the chair and walked a couple feet, "I get that, I just don't get why you didn't tell me."
Jace went over to where she was standing, "I don't know, I guess it was just because I needed to cut off all connections to get through what it was I was going through. I needed to just focus on me."
"That still doesn't make it ok, Jace." She spat at him with words laced with venom.
Before Jace could respond the door bell rang, he walked to the door. He opened it to see a girl about his age standing with a medium pizza in her hand. By society's standards she was definitely hot. She flashed a flirty smile at Jace who just looked away in response.
"That will be $13.50, sir." The girl said seductively.
Jace pulled out his wallet as Clary walked up behind him. She looked at the girl and saw her intentions, "Oh, honey, he is so not worth it. But by the looks of it, neither are you."
Jace cracked a smile at the comment as the girl scowled, he handed her three five dollar bills, took the pizza and closed the door with a smirk.
Jace took the pizza to the counter and took a slice. Clary sat next to him but didn't make a move towards the pizza.
"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked.
She shook her head, "If I do, then I'll end up throwing it all up."
Jace chuckled, "I can take care of you."
She frowned, but opened the box and took a slice. She took a couple bites before Jace spoke.
"Clary…"
"No Jace, I'm done talking about this- about us. I got drunk so I didn't have to feel that pain over you. I got drunk so I didn't have to think, so I could just feel numb. Now, why can't you just let me do that?" She pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes as she felt a headache growing.
"Because I care about you, why can't we just forget this? Why can't we just be together?"
"I was reluctant to be with you in the first place. I knew your reputation and how badly I could get hurt if I let you in, so I was reluctant. Then I finally agree to it and suddenly you're gone. How do I know that you won't leave again? How can I trust you? So no, I can't just forget about it. You left without looking back, you didn't care. That's the thing with you, Jace. I don't know if you care about this at all. You said you do, but you act so differently. It took a lot to get me to trust you and you betrayed that trust without hesitation. I can't just forget that."
He gaped at her, "Clary…"
She tugged herself away from the table and went to one of the cabinets, "I need another drink."
Jace rushed over and put his large hand over her small hand on the cabinet handle. She pulled hers away from his. She walked away from him. Sighing she said, "Jace, I think you should just go-" Her eyes went wide then she dove into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. Jace rushed in after her and put his hand on her back rubbing circles into her back. After throwing up a couple more times, she passed out with her head on the toilet rim. Jace sat against the wall facing the toilet; he pulled Clary against him so her back rested against his chest. He, to the best of his knowledge, put her hair in a bun, knowing she would throw up again. He kept his hand around her wrist, feeling her pulse just in case it dropped or heightened and because the steady beat calmed him down. Once in a while, when he could tell that her stomach was going to drain its contents he would push her up against the toilet and hold her head while she vomited. He would wipe her mouth then give her a cup of water and urge her to sleep. He didn't sleep much that night, but to him it was worth it. "I told you I could take care of you."