A/N: Hope you like it, lovelies!
Superinstruments - I know I said in my first chapter's A/N to let me know if you wanted to see that, I rethought it and I'm not so sure now. Although I do like the idea, I did have some newer ideas for Mortal Instruments stories, that I was also planning of doing. Not so sure anymore, however, since I am getting busier by the day, and RPing is eating up a lot of my time! I might be able to write a oneshot about that, not sure yet, or maybe a shorter story, one with only a few chapters. Because I get so many ideas, and then I get so excited, so then I find it really hard to want to update one of my stories, which is why I think I'll be sticking mostly with oneshots in the future. But thank you for the request, I'll definitely consider it. ;)
Disclaimer: All rights to Cassandra Clare. Man, I wish I was her lols.
Magnus POV:
It was a meet, a big meet too. Not against out biggest rivals, no, nothing cliché like that. But Alexander I had come together with Isabelle and her new boyfriend, Simon, to cheer Jace and Clarissa on. We, however, weren't oblivious to the tension between them.
Jace was doing high jump, running the 100 meter, and the 400 meter relay.
Clarissa was doing the 200 meter hurdles, running 100 meter, and the 400 meter relay.
The most awkward part? As expected, the coach had put them together in the relay in one team, along with that other boy and girl, the second fastest pair during practice, according to Jace. Jace was the starter, the other girl was second, the boy was third, and Clary was the anchor. Thank god they didn't have to hand off to each other, or this would've gotten a lot more awkward than it already was.
Alec POV:
Jace did really well for the high jump, getting third overall. He beat himself up for it, of course, like he always did when he got anything but first, but I soothed him with a couple words and we moved onto the next thing.
Izzy POV:
Both Jace and Clary got first overall for girl's and boy's 100 meters. No surprise there. Neither one of them congratulated the other, afterwards. It was quite...awkward.
I cheered loud enough for both of them though, so it was okay.
Simon POV:
Clary nailed the hurdles! She got second place, only behind first place by a little bit. Jace did... alright, I suppose. He doesn't need more praise to feed his egoistical self, that's for sure.
Clary POV:
Time for the dreaded 400 meter relay. I stretched my muscles, warming up. I just needed to forget about Jace, and I would be able to crush this. Not too difficult...right?
Jace POV:
I twirled the baton nervously in my hands, managing to keep a straight face to hide my feelings.
The whistle blew for us to get in positions. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl and the boy jogging to their positions, but my eyes were trained on a certain redhead. I just couldn't help it. I remember when she used to smile or give me thumbs up to encourage me or tell me she was ready. No such thing happened, I tried not to look disappointed when she didn't look at me at all.
Times have changed, Jace, I reminded myself. She isn't the same girl she used to be. And you aren't the same boy. She isn't going to love you anymore, ever. Get over it.
But I couldn't get over it, as I itched for the starting whistle to blow. I forced myself to concentrate on the task ahead of me. Because I couldn't blow this for the whole team because Clary was distracting me. Well, rather, my thoughts of Clary were distracting. She, was doing nothing on purpose to get my attention or draw my focus away from the task at hand. Bummer.
Clary POV:
The burden of being the anchor is if you lose, you're the last one to run to the finish line, and everyone sees that, and it's embarrassing. The good part? If you win, you get all the glory. The starter and anchor are for the fastest people. I can do this.
My heart's pounding with nervous excitement and then I hear the familiar shriek of the whistle.
Magnus POV:
All of our eyes are glued to the race.
Jace POV:
My heart pounds with adrenaline and I take off, nimble, feet barely touching off the ground as I practically fly. Nothing's on my mind at this moment, not even Clarissa. I speed past the competition, one boy very fast, on my trail. But I manage to hand the baton to the girl just a millisecond before he hands it to the boy in his team.
Clary POV:
I watch behind me as she begins to trail before the boy of the other team. Dread fills in my gut. But she manages to regain first, handing it to the boy, and I turn my head back to face forward, ready to grab the baton.
Izzy POV:
It's getting too close, it's worrisome...
Clary POV:
I feel the baton in my hand and I speed past the boy next to me, widening the space between us. We're going to win, we're going to win! I keep running, speeding ahead, so close, so close. I push myself to go even faster. Jace's orbs are on me, I can practically feel his gaze. And it tempts me so...and then I make the rookie mistake of looking ahead to see him.
A/N: Sorry not sorry for the cliffie XD. Review, review, review!