Clary POV
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Beep beep beep. Damn you infernal sound, all I want to do us sleep. But I can't really with this stupid noise and arm draped over my waist. What did that clock say the time was, I thought as I squinted my eyes. Wait back up, there is an arm draped around my waist and it isn't mine. And its a guys arm. I started to wiggle slightly to try and get out when I felt him rustling about.
"Clary, I don't know what you are trying to achieve. As if I'm going to let you go at a time as early 4:30 in the afternoon." Oh thank god that it was only Jace and not some pervert. Oh crap, 4:30, dinner was in thirty minutes. And it took twenty to get home without traffic. I'm so busted.
"Jace I have to leave like right now. I completely over slept on this and I'm going to be in so much trouble if I'm late for family dinner." I push out of his arms and start to grab all of my stuff that I had on the ground.
"Clary, just chill for a second. I'm sure that if you call your parents that they will understand your situation. It's not like they are going to sacrifice you to god. Just call them and explain to them what happened."
"And say what exactly Jace, that I feel asleep in the arms of the guy that I'm secretly keeping from you guys. They are going to think that I was actually sleeping with you. Then they will send me out of the country probably to become a nun."
"Well when we get to your house I will explain everything to your parents so you don't get the blame. That's the last thing that I want for you is to get in trouble and go away." He said helping me gather my things.
"You better hope that you are just as good of a convincer as you say you that you are. Otherwise the two of us are seriously skewered on kebab of life." I marched myself to the door. I twisted the knob, pulled hard and was blinded by a makeshift sun. Oh fudge.
"Clary darling, is everything alright? You might want to get in car or close the door before Nixon gets out. Oh fuck, close they fucking door Clary." I thought that was what I heard over the mountain of people trying to get a picture of me and screaming questions onto of each other.
"Are you indeed Clary?"
"What is your connection to Jace Wayland?"
"Were you the women that was at dinner with Mr. Wayland in the days prior?"
"Have you been seeing Jace for long? Is there a marriage in the future for you two?"
"Is there any possibility that there is a child beginning to grow in your stomach that could belong to Jace?" Did they think that I was a quick fuck or a girl that he accidentally got pregnant on tour? Do I look like a whore in jeans and a cardigan?
But my absolute favorite on was the following: "Do you have any knowledge of the picture of you two he posted on Instagram?" Oh so this was all Jace's fault. I pushed with all of might and a little more and managed to get the front door to close.
"Why the hell are they here? I thought that they would never know about us until I was out of my parents house. What the hell happened?" I said shooting daggers into every single inch of his skin. That whipped his normal smile off of his face, got you red handed.
"Shit ahit shit, new rule, never let me have my phone when I'm drunk or hungover. Even if I'm hungover, I still make the bad decisions that I would if I was drunk." He said putting his hands in his hair and looking down.
"What the hell happened and who did you tell?" I practically screamed at him. This couldn't be happening. My life was absolutely ruined. I'm not going to be able to get out of the house until I'm 39.
"I posted a picture if you and me on Instagram. I didn't tag you or post your name but I seriously doubt that is going to keep some fans for figuring it out. And once they know they the whole of tumblr will. I'm sorry Clary." He said with genuine honestly and sorrow that almost made me want to forgive him, almost.
"Take me home now and when you do I want you to lose my number forever. Delete the post and act like I never happened. And if fans ask who I was, just tell them that I was a mistake and a lesson in one. I don't want anything to do with anymore." And there was the cold crushing of his heart that I knew I was going to end up doing someday. Mission accomplished.
"You can't be serious. One little encounter with the paparazzi and you want out. You have got to be kidding me. I thought that you would at least give a bit of an effort if this happened which it would have."
"Well I guess that you thought wrong. Now please take me home or do I have to walk and be bombarded by the press. And I can make up any lie that I want." I said with my hands on my hips.
"I will take you home," he said grabbing his keys "Just push your way through the press and get to the car. Don't say anything and try to keep your head down so they can't get any pictures."
"They already have some from when I was blindsided because of my ex boyfriend." I said with a disgusted sneer on my face.
"Well then it seems like we don't have a problem. On the count of three. One...two...three."
I flung the door open and pushed as hard as I could through the crowd of people. Well, Jace was mainly the one that moved everyone out of the way by shoving them backwards. It was a rude gesture, but it could've been handled better. I managed to get my door open and slipped inside the car.
The car ride was silent and painful. And you could obviously see some of the paparazzi cars trailing behind us for more pictures. Did they think that we were going to make it or sleep with each other in the car? We pulled up to my house and I shot up and out of the car and into my house before he could say or do anything. I slammed the front door and heard my mom yelling at me.
"What is with you, young lady? First you become vague about anywhere you go. Then, you come home late for family dinner and slam the door. And a couple of minutes ago I got a call from Mrs. Lightwood about seeing you on t.v. with a boy. Is there anything that you want to say about it before your punishment?"
"I just ended things with him. He promised that he would keep me a secret till I was 18, but he was stupid and posted a picture of me and him on his Instagram. The paparazzi ambushed me as soon as the picture was out. Whatever punishment you want to give me is fine, he already broke my heart." I said with the tears I kept from him spilling out and I crumpled to the ground.
"Oh sweetie. I don't care that much about that you were vague, but I care that you kept him from me and the rest of your family. Why wouldn't you want to tell the family about him?" She said crouching down to me and enveloping me in a hug.
"Because of the way that you and dad acted the first time you meet him. I seriously thought that dad was going to kill him. And there is the whole age difference as well. You would of told me that he would have broken my heart and you are absolutely right. I'm so sorry mommy." Mommy, something I haven't called her since I was about seven.
"Oh sweetie. Just go upstairs, take a shower and get to bed. We can talk about this more when you are feeling better. Get some sleep and feel better." I trudged upstairs and completely skipped the and collapsed on my bed. How could he do that to be? Was it an innocent thing or did he know what he was doing? He had to of known, even if he was hungover. God, why was I so stupid to think that it would work?
"So... I have to know this. Did you and Jace ever sleep together?" Mom asked me nervously.
"No mom, the only thing that we ever did was exchange kisses on the cheek. Trust me, I would have told you if that would of happened because I would have told you. I would of told you and will tell you when I have my first kiss. You have nothing to worry about."
"Well, you might have something to worry over. Your father is starting to question your upbringing. I'm so sorry Clary."
"What do you mean by I should be worried? What is he going to do, homeschool me from the office?" I said with a little sass that probably wasn't needed.
"Well you know that private school for girls that me and your father were looking at for you two years ago. He Iis starting to think that it is one of best choice for your state right now. Personally i think it isn't the best choice because of Jace, but it might help you get over him. What do you think about going and check out the school? You don't have to enroll just now, just look at the school." She said softly.
"As much as it would kill Izzy. I have to to get over Jace. I know that she will be upset with me and hate me but if it is for the better than I will do to feel and get better. Just fill out the paper while I start packing my suitcases." I clambered off the stool and back to my room with trudging feet. I had to be away from him, it has been over a week and my sulk wad getting worse. I pulled my largest suitcase out and started to cram clothes into it. This was for the better, this is for the better, that phrase repeating a million times I my mead while I heard my mom typing my application on the computer.
So that is how all of that turned out. Sorry that I left some of you waiting soooooo long. I kept on rewriting and rewriting and not really getting anywhere with the idea that I wanted. Finally, it came to me yesterday and I spent last night and this morning finishing and this morning was the finishing touchs. I seriously hope that I pulled this off right for you guys. I try really hard to get this stuff right for you guys. If you have any suggestions about what could happen next, I will take it into consideration and try and work it into the story line. So please review with your love and/or hatred. I love you my little minions. -Nikki.