Jace P.O.V
The small shake of her head that sends loose curls flying is enough to power me. I always knew she may get pissed at me, with extremely good reason, but at least she doesn't hate me! I'm going to need help if I'm going to win her back.
I call Magnus, Izzy, even Alec. Not one of them answers. I even think to call Jon, but he'd be no help, he and Clary don't even talk! I scroll through my contacts and stop when I see one name. I groan not so internally when I see the mess of brown curls and askew glasses, but he's my last hope. Besides, he knows Clary better than anyone.
I dial his number, and let it ring, and ring, and ring. Finally, a groggy voice answers and I roll my eyes.
"What do you want Jace?" Simon asks into the receiver tiredly, but I don't miss the note of shock. The only reason I have his number is because we had a group project, and I never got around to deleting it.
"Listen, I need your help," I say. There is such a long pause I think he hung up. Then, a flat toned no.
"WHY?!" I whisper- scream.
"Unless it involves Clary, I don't care," he murmurs.
Thank the angel, "Well, it does. I screwed up," I ignore the 'what's new?' and continue, "She's pissed, but doesn't hate me. I need you to get her to like me again," I say, hoping this little spat blows over by tomorrow.
"Jace, no," he says, but before I can reply, he continues, "If you had taken the time to stay Clary's friend, you'd know nothing is a small spat, and frankly after the way you string her along, I don't think you deserve her forgiveness. Take some time to realize it's not always about you, and consider maybe Clary doesn't want you around anymore," the dial tone fills my room and I throw my phone against the wall with a snap.
Who does he think he is?! I need Clary to stop being made at me! I get I hurt her, but she has to know I didn't mean any of it. I sigh and collapse onto my bed, knowing I won't be getting any sleep with Simon's and Izzy's words drifting around my head.
(This portion is to show just how cocky and jerky Jace truly is. He knows he hurt Clary, but thinking of only himself, he wants her only for himself. When Simon says he strings Clary along, he knows Clary has feelings for Jace even if she and Jace don't. Simon knows she will always forgive Jace, but he still doesn't want her to. Just wanted to clear that up! On with the story.)
Clary P.O.V
The weekend was slightly uneventful without Jace's late night window visits. I even found myself slightly missing them. I haven't seen him since Friday night. I've talked to Izzy about it and she votes' revenge as does Maia. I even asked Jon what he thought, to which he also agreed. But that wasn't what I wanted. I never wanted to hurt Jace; I only wanted to forget he existed. To forget Friday ever happened.
They said they would do whatever I wanted them to. This weekend, Izzy went to a fashion show with her mom in New York, Simon went to an anime convention, and Maia had soccer tournaments, so I spent it with Jon. We watched movies, ate pizza and laughed, a lot.
"You're sure you don't want to hang out with Jace?" I asked him nearly every hour, but he always just shook his head.
"He's practicing for this week's football game," he would reply. I wonder why Jon didn't practice with him, but I was kind of happy he was spending time with me instead. Whoa! Where did that come from? Jon was sweet and funny and definitely up there in hotness, but I couldn't have crush, could I?
These thoughts seemed to seep into every thought I had Monday morning as I got ready for school. Anime t-shirt, worn blue jeans and my dogged converses. I look in the mirror and feel tears prick my eyes. Maybe I am a Duff. I shake my frizzy head of the thought and get in my car and drive to school.
Jace P.O.V
This weekend, I practiced longer and harder than ever. Even Jon seemed to be avoiding me! I get dressed and decide to apologize to Clary today, no matter what she does. I'm very ready to take a pen to the throat if it means she'll forgive me. I should have never said anything to her. I mean, I would never call someone fat or ugly, but the words just seemed to slip out.
With a sigh, I make my way to school.
When I arrived, I couldn't find the small red-head haunting my thoughts, dreams, and actions. I trudged to first period and upon looking around saw she swapped seats with Booger Billy, lucky me. After class, she jetted from the room before I could even stand up from my seat. She maneuvers through the crowd and is gone, like a phantom of the clary I knew a mere three days ago. The next time I have a hope of seeing her is Chemistry. Things will just have to wait.
Clary P.O.V
I'm luckily able to avoid Jace for duration of the day, but when I walk into Chemistry I not so internally groan. His golden eyes lock on mine and even when I look away, I feel his gaze examining my face.
I take a seat at a lab table one row over and two rows ahead of where he's sitting. His partner is a bleach-blond cheerleader named Camille Belcourt. She gammers on in a velvety voice, but I feel Jace continue to stare at my back nonetheless.
Luke walks in and assigns a new lab concerning chemical reactions between different metals, non-metals, and metalloids. (Is that even chemistry? Oh well!) I'm grateful for the distraction and begin immediately. Its peaceful about half way through class until I feel a presence beside me. I look over and see none other than Jace looking at me.
"What?" I ask in a bored tone. Point Clary!
"I wanted to say I'm sorry," he says. I freeze, then slam down my pen and look at him accusingly. I'm no longer upset, I'm freaking angry!
"Jace! You called me fat and ugly and all you have to say is sorry!?" I whisper-scream, he seems taken aback.
"I didn't mean to hurt you!" he begins but I stop him.
"Just go do your lab and don't talk to me," I shut him down.
"Aww, come on clare-bear! I would never call anyone fat or ugly, especially someone who isn't!" he leans in and whispers the next part, "And you know I think you're the hottest girl I know!" he pulls away with a boyish grin. I blush from anger and embarrassment.
"You know, I will murder you," I say and watch his eyes widen. I'm internally smirking and let a small one reach my lips as I turn back to my work. He leaves, but returns a few seconds later.
"You're kidding right," he begins.
"I will murder you!" he leaves and stays away for the rest of class.
