Chapter 11
"Ladies and gentlemen thank you for coming out on this fine after noon. Please walk around, donate if you want, and please enjoy yourselves." I said smiling at the crowd that is forming in the gallery lobby.
I look around and see smiling faces pointing fingers and wallets. More people have come to this gallery then any others that I have opened before. 'I wish you were here dad.' I think to myself as I walk amongst the crowd, trying to find a familiar face.
Jonathan and the others are at home packing… Thinking about being all by myself in that house is… distressing. Jonathan doesn't know this but I packed a suit case just in case decided to go with them last minute.
It's only been 2 weeks since Jace has been in town; it hurts to think about him leaving… Why am I feeling like this?
I am pulled out of my thoughts by a man giving me a 20 dollar bill. I smile gratefully at the man, and watch him leave the gallery. I stand in the same spot for a few minutes receiving money and condolences on my father's passing... Is that why everyone showed up? Because they felt pity for me? God I need a cigarette…
I place the money I have collected in the lock box, and head out the back door. The cold November air slices through my sweater, goose bumps form over my skin. I sit down on a metal crate that sits in the alley way, I grab a cigarette out of the pack and light it.
(Jace)
"Jace put the suit cases in the back of the truck, we have to go soon." Izzy said placing one of her suit cases next to the chair I was sitting in. I sighed and stood up grabbing the luggage and walking out towards the truck.
I load up the truck and leaned against the side, I side and leaned my head back trying to forget the argument Clarissa and I had before she left.
*Flashback*
"Clarissa are you coming with us?" Izzy asked packing up her clothing.
"I haven't had the chance to think about it yet." Clarissa answered with a sigh and continued to help Izzy with her clothes.
"Oh well I think you should. Our flight leaves at 3." Izzy said
"What? 3 I thought you said you weren't leaving till 9?" Clarissa asked looking at me. I sighed and went to answer. "I didn't want you to worry, I thought we would be able to make your show, but Magnus called and scheduled us an earlier flight." I answered
"And what? I would leave for the show and come back and you guys would be gone?" She asked I watched the tears form in her eyes.
"Clarissa there wasn't anything I could do; I knew you wouldn't want to come." I said.
"How would you know? You don't know me Jace." She stated and wiped her eyes.
"Clarissa you can't miss your gallery, I know how much it means to you." I said walking towards her. She stepped back and I stopped dead.
"It's just a gallery. It would be here when I get back… But it doesn't matter anymore because obviously you don't want me to go." She said and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Clarissa I want you to come." I said.
"Then why didn't you tell me?" She asked giving me a glare.
"I… don't know… I.. just thought." I stuttered.
"Yeah that's what I thought." She said and walked past me and out the door.
I followed after her trying to catch up; she went down to the kitchen and grabbed her keys.
"Clarissa where are you going?" I said stopping in front of her.
"I'm going to my show, might as well not be late." She answered coldly.
"Clarissa please don't do this… just wait well drive you there."
"I'm going to say goodbye to Jonathan then I'm gone. I don't need your ride." She said and turned around and went to look for Jonathan. When she returned she had tears running down her face, I grabbed her wrist and smashed my lips onto hers. We were froze for a minute until she broke off and sniffled.
"I have to go." She said and walked out of the house, I watched her drive off on her motorcycle.
*End Flashback*
"Hello, earth to Jace." Jon said getting into the front seat, I nodded my head and climbed into the passenger seat.
"Did you see Clarissa before she left?" Jon asked driving down the street.
"uh, yeah she was pretty upset." I muttered looking out the window.
"Why was she upset? She seemed fine when she said bye to me." Jon said
"I didn't tell her when we were leaving." I murmured.
"What? Why didn't you tell her?" Jon asked looking at me.
"I don't know... I just didn't." I said placing my head in my hands.
The rest of the trip to the airport was silent; occasionally Jon would sigh and turn up the radio. I just stared up at sky as we drove down the high way.
(Clary)
"Hey Clare, the gallery's almost closed." Maia said sticking her head out the back door.
I smiled at her and d nodded my head. "Ok will be in, in a minute."
"You okay?" she asked with a concerned face.
"Yeah, just been a long day." I sniffled.
I stood up and walked inside, I said goodbye to the remaining people and helped Maia clean up the food.
"So when are you and Jace leaving?" she asked wiggling her eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat.
"Jace already left." I muttered.
"What?!" she yelled slamming down the plate on the counter.
"Jon, Izzy and Jace left on the 3 o'clock flight to New York." I stated and threw away the paper plates.
"I thought they weren't leaving till 9 or 10, what happened?" She asked
"Their manager called and rescheduled their flight. So they all were packing when I left." I answered.
"Are you gonna go after them?"
"What? I...cant." I stuttered giving her a confused look.
"Are you gonna go to New York? I mean you don't have another opening until February why not? I mean it would be good for you guys."
"Maia I can't just drop everything and leave." I said.
"Why not? I would if I were you. It's not every day you start dating Jace Herondale..." She says and walks out the door leaving me dazed and confused.
After a few minutes of thinking my plan through I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Raphael's number.
"Yes ma'am?" he answered.
"Get the jet ready, I'm flying to New York." I said and hung up the phone.
