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~Skye~


Promises are words, but the depth of those very words run deeper than many would have imagined~

Was I giving him too many chances? Was I too trusting? Was my naivety getting into my judgements? Perhaps it was and I placed my faith in the wrong person...

~x~

"Promise me you won't drink," I whispered into his ear as we were locked in an embrace. I felt the strong intake of breath-as if he wanted to suppress something. Jace stiffened but my fears were dismissed when I felt his lips on my hair.

"I promise," he whispered back. Satisfied with his answer, I pulled out of our embrace and teasingly pushed him out of my room. Laughing, he gave me one final kiss on my lips before I shut the door. That was when I dropped my pretence.

I leaned my head back against the warm wooden door, shivering not from the cold but from my thoughts. It was hard, putting up this entire act, acting as if nothing was wrong. It felt weird, knowing I knew something he never wanted me to know. This feeling... was indescribable.

The pain was there, hiding feverishly after I found out about the 'incident'. And yet, that very same feeling remained until today. As much as I willed it to go away, it did not change anything. The very feeling of hurt, betrayal and loss coursed through me and embedded to my soul. Nothing I did can shake them away. And Jace did nothing to soothe them.

Every moment I spent with him was a lie. Every kiss, every touch between us fed the betrayal in me as the very image of him sharing the very same things with Aline. He might not have returned the kiss that night but that did little to explain why he held the news back from me.

I hated it, hated feeling so confused and hurt, as if I had walked myself into a personal limbo. What had become of me? Why, why can't I just scream at Jace for betraying me? Why can't I just walk out on him? Why must I give him a second chance when he nearly did not extend the same thing before?

I was in denial and nothing helped me to decide my future. I could just take the scholarship and walk out of this life. I could for once, put myself first instead of others. Screw them, this is my life! So why can't I just say all those without feeling regrets?

Sighing, I banged my head against the door repeatedly, frustration building in me. So many decisions yet it remained difficult. I wringed my fingers together as I tried to push away the unwanted dread. Who knew being in a relationship with the hottest guy in school would hurt this much?

I scoffed silently. Yeah, I was that naive to think I would have the expected 'Happily Ever After' every girl dreams off when they were young and in love. Life was rarely filled with bright prospects.

"Perhaps I should sue Disney for making every girl believe that they have a Prince Charming..." I thought sarcastically.

"But it won't hurt to keep hoping, won't it?" A tiny voice asked back, filling me with the warm feeling of love which I cherished. I felt the corners of my lips twitched as I fought back a smile. Love. Even though I was almost 18, I still believed in second chances. And Jace deserved that chance.

I heard the school clock as it struck 7 o'clock and I stood up before I smoothed out the creases on my tank top. I grabbed a jacket from my bed and headed out of the room towards the school's garden. There was another reason as to why I did not follow Jace other than revising to maintain my grades for the scholarship. Inside my jeans pocket was a note from Damen, requesting a meeting as he wanted to tell me something important. Something that might change the course between the four of us, him, Jace, Aline and I, forever.


He would be pretty stupid if he thought that Clary did not suspect anything. Jace sighed inwardly as he entered the twins' room. At once, he was greeted with the loud techno music which practically shook everything around those mega-huge speakers. He squeezed through some of his schoolmates bopping up and down, out of synch from the beat.

Trust the twins, Aaron and Adrian, to throw a dorm party without raising any eyebrows from the teachers. Their parents were on the school board and they practically managed to get away with everything that they did. Jace grinned when he passed by Isabelle and Simon. It was as if the whole 3rd year were invited. However, their happiness was not shared with him.

He felt lonely and lost without Clary by his side. It felt weird as they were rarely apart when they were invited to anything. However, ever since that night, things were starting to turn differently.

They were still together, but he could sense a change in her. Clary started to turn quiet and secretive. It was as if she was keeping a secret from him. However, it was the other way around. It was him keeping something from her. And he had no idea how to tell her about it.

What should he say? He couldn't just go up to her and say "Oh Clary, just to tell you, on the day where you found me drunk at the corner of your street, I was shacking up with Aline earlier on. But don't blame me, 'coz I was drunk and had no idea what was happening".

Jace ran his fingers through his untamed curly blonde hair. He was screwed. He messed up. He knew he should never have drunk. He was just like his father-a useless drunkard. Now, Clary knew how he could not control his liquor. She wouldn't have made him promise if she didn't know anything.


Aline stared at the boy before her, a sly grin already forming on her lips. From his expression, she knew he was fighting some internal debate with himself over his puny girlfriend. But, all of that was about to change. Taking the glass of gin in her hand, she sauntered up to him from behind. Her plan was clicking in place. All he need was a little push.


"You worked with Aline?" I repeated, my eyebrows knotting as I stared at him cynically. He looked at my direction, trying to gauge my reaction. I stared at him flatly before pushing myself up from the concrete bench and was about to walk off when he stopped me by placing a hand on my elbow.

"It's not what you think it is. Look, you've gotta trust me on this," Damen countered, his voice filled with exasperation as if he wanted me to understand. I understand alright, I thought venomously.

I pulled my arm from his firm hold while glaring at him, allowing all my anger to be seen.

"Trust you! I've trusted you ever since we became friends. I thought I knew you, but in the end, you're just a pawn for Aline. Did you enjoy reporting to her? Did you have a laugh with her at my expense, Damen? Give me one good reason why I should listen to you," I answered scathingly, unleashing every ounce of frustration against him.

Damen stared back at me wordlessly, as if he was pondering as to how he should reply. His mouth parted open but no words came out. I knew then that he had no answer to my question. He turned away from me and I was about to walk away when I heard him speak.

"Because I..."


He pushed her away roughly, breaking their kiss. She leaned against the wall of the secluded West Wing, her breathing heavy.

"We shouldn't have done that," Jace muttered frustratingly as he ran his fingers through his hair, giving it a slight tug.

"Why not? You might as well admit that you like it as much as I do," she retorted. Jace turned away from her. How did he get outside the twins' room in the first place? How did he end up out here with Aline?

His earlier memories were fuzzy. He remembered how Aline had come up to him and gave him a drink. He remembered turning that drink down rudely...

He licked his lower lips and tasted the lingering scent of something sickly familiar. Gin. He remembered not drinking any! Wait... he didn't drink any... did he?

Memories and past conversation surged through his mind at once. He felt sick and dizzy. The effect from drinking had taken over him. He could not remember anything except that he had somehow ended up outside with Aline in a middle of a making-out session.

"You looked so wound up, so I gave you something, remember? Told you it would make you relax a little and you nearly slapped the glass out of my hand. But Aaron came up and dared you to drink it," she explained flatly as she gathered up her fallen black mink coat.

Yes, that was it... wasn't it? He was filled with doubts and questions-questions that gave him fear when he thought of the possible answers.

"Why am I out here with you?" he asked through his gritted teeth.

"Coz' we were dancing so hot and heavily that our bodies were practically grinding with each other. Aaron and the others told us to take it somewhere else. You flipped him off and later took hold of me and led me outside before coming to your senses," she said, scoffing.

He crouched down, placing his hands over his ears as he tried to block out everything she had just said. No! It couldn't be! He had promised Clary that he wouldn't drink! No, no, no!

He felt Aline coming up close to him and kneeling behind him. She began massaging his back slowly, kneading his muscles silently. He tried to push her away but somehow, he was compelled to her touch. It felt so... nice. Light fingertips trailed down his spine and up again to his shoulders, down again until his right arm. She took hold of his hand pulled him to face her.

All he could see was those brown eyes, lovely brown eyes which held promises of something more. His eyes trailed lower. Those high cheekbones, the fair skin, the nose and soft full lips... lips he could kiss every single day when he turned aroused.

He was drawn to her... but why? He hated her but those lips... He placed both hands on her cheeks and brought her face close. It felt as if his body was moving on its own and he had no will to it. He felt the darkness claiming him slowly and he could not fight it... The last thing he remembered was Aline claiming his lips.


Oh god, it felt so good to feel those lips again. She sighed inwardly as their lips mashed against each other. He felt so... hot and perfect. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and his into hers. Yes, this felt right. He belonged to her, right here. She bit his lower lip as she held back the moan at the back of her throat.

Her hands trailed down from his neck to his warm chest, feeling the muscles beneath the tight fitting shirt. She lingered a little; touching him in circular motions. She felt him groaning at the back of his throat, turning her all hot and bothered.

His hands left her face and she whimpered softly from the lost of his touch. However, he placed them around her waist and pulled her up along with him. He pushed her against the wall, pinning her with his leg between hers. He took hold of her arms and held it above her head, locking them with his hand.

He bent low to the crook of her neck, the tip of his nose gently gazing against her skin. She quivered under his touch but held on. This was what she wanted, to be with him, like this.

He brought his hands up to her shoulders and brushed off her mink coat to the ground. He traced her flustered skin slowly...down to her waist and hips before bringing it back up to her right side, doing the same exact movement. She moaned softly, her knees bucking. He caught her and kissed her lips, her eyes, and the hollow part of her neck.

She brought up her right leg, her knees sliding his hips. He closed his eyes as he continued touching her, his hands lingering on the zip of her dress. She pressed him close, feeling the hotness between them. Bringing her lips to his ears, she kissed them softly brushing her lips against them. Jace shivered slightly but held on.

"Tell me you want me," she murmured softly in his ears. He did not answer, instead he pulled down the zipper a little lower. Aline gasped slightly and wrapped her arms behind his neck.

"My room. Now."

He still did not reply but he carried her in his arms, heading toward the room. And that was a good enough answer to her.


The sunlight entered the room through the window. The curtains were drawn back. Jace groaned slightly, turning on his back and covering his eyes from the glow.

"Hey Alex, pull that curtain back, will ya?" he muttered. There was no reply. Not even the shuffling of feet.

Don't tell me he left, he thought. Grunting under his breath, he cracked his eyes open and was greeted to the pink comforter on his body.

Pink. Comforter.

His eyes flew opened when he realised that he was not in his room. Where was he? How did he get here? And most importantly... why was he only wearing his briefs?

Oh Shit. Oh Shit. Oh Shit. What had happened after he blacked out? Questions were formed in his head, questions he had vague answers to. He pushed of the comforter of him. He sat on the edge of the bed, his vision clearing out.

He saw his jeans near to the edge of the bed. His shirt was a few steps away and his shoes were near the door. There was a red silk dress with his shirt and black strapped heels...

Red dress. Where had he seen such a dress?

"Oh hey. You're up early," a voice greeted him from the bed. He turned around and widened his eyes in horror when he realised what might happened. Clothes strewn on the floor, him almost naked and waking up on the bed next to him was Aline... fully exposed.

She sat up, bringing the comforter to cover the front part of the body and scooted nearer to him. He was still paralysed. He could not speak, could not move, could not think. Only two words were running in mind at that moment...

Holy Shit.


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~Skye