I firstly want to apologize for the sudden change of the ending of chapter 11 :/ I felt like Jace and Clary moved too fast so I had to change it but I do apologize to the ones that liked that ending. So Jace and Clary are not together 'yet.'
Secondly I would let to say thank you to all the support that I have been getting while writing this story. I am so surprised at how many people are actually enjoying my story, especially since its my first one on here! I also want to say a massive thank you to unexpecteddancecrew and heroherondaletotherescue, you guys have been amazing :D I really appreciate the support!
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Lastly, I hope you enjoy this chapter :) It's a tad cute ;)
I was lying on his bed with a pillow covering my face, arguing silently to myself. I don't know how long I had been lying there because I had lost track of the time but I knew it has been a while. I was waiting for Jace to get back to see what happened down at the police station, and while I did, the thoughts of how much danger I have put him through dug deep into my mind. 'How could I get him involved again?' I thought angrily to myself. 'You're stupid Clary, you finally find someone you care so deeply about and then you go put them in danger!' Frustration now overtook my emotions and I just felt like screaming; screaming out for the answers to the questions that were never answered. I started to miss my mum even more. 'Why did you have to leave me mum? I need you…' I wish she was here; I needed her advice on how to protect Jace and the Lightwoods… I needed her. Feeling the tears slowly leak from my eyes, I quickly sat up and wiped away any traces of tears.
Glancing beside me, I saw Jace's book that I had when I was talking to him lying next to me. The book was in perfect condition and for some weird reason I felt like it had been read multiple of times. Opening the cover, a small photograph fell out onto my lap. Picking it up, I turned it around and saw it was a photo of a young, blonde headed boy and a man that looks like the spitting image of Jace. I finally clicked and realised that this was a photo of Jace and his father. 'They looked so happy together,' I thought to myself.
"I thought you would be up here."
Glancing up, I saw Isabelle walking over like a model with her high heels on; sitting down beside me, she plucked the photograph from my hands.
"Wow, I've never seen this before. It's Jace and his father." She examined, "where did you find it?"
"In his book," I stated. "Does he ever talk about his father?"
Giving me back the photo, she looked up at me and shook her head. "I've never heard him talk about his father. He doesn't talk about that part of his life, only to Marsye but he still doesn't tell her much. It's like he wants to lock that part of his life up and throw away the key," she stated.
"Do you know why?" I asked curiously.
"Probably because of the murder of his father, I don't know much about it but I'm guessing that's the reason. Having your only parent murdered would affect anyone," she stated.
Nodding, I couldn't say anything because I knew it was all because of Valentine.
Nudging me, she said, "Forget about that for now, we're going shopping." Standing up, she offered her hand. "Time to dress you up for Jace," she said, winking at me.
"What does that mean?" I asked as I stood up and put my hands on my hips.
"You know exactly what I mean," she laughed pulling me with her. Even though I hated shopping, I knew I had to do something to take my mind of Jace and the fact he is messed up because of my own flesh and blood.
When we got there, Isabelle insisted I needed a whole closet change and even though I tried to argue with that idea, I couldn't win. We headed to every shop, trying on different shirts, dresses, shoes etc. To be honest, even though I hated shopping, I had fun. I had never been shopping with a friend only with my mum. All those years that I had to sit by myself at school, seem to vanish; making me feel more confident than ever. While shopping, I picked up a cute flowery dress that showed off my shape, four shirts and a pair of jeans all with Isabelle's approval. Isabelle herself picked up a few dresses and I lost the number of shirts she bought. To finish off our 'big spend,' Isabelle wasted the remaining of her money on a pair of high heel shoes.
The shopping trip had been surprisingly good; by the end of it we both were talking and laughing like we had been friends for years. We were just about to head to the food court when Isabelle's phone started ringing.
"Crap, its Jace," Isabelle swore. "I have to get this; he'll be looking for you. I'll be right back." Isabelle stormed out the main entrance with her phone up to her ear. It was clear she didn't want to talk to him by the way see was basically yelling into the phone. Watching Isabelle outside on her phone, I smiled at her frustration. Shaking my head, I started to walk over to a nearby music shop. I was watching the time, wanting Isabelle to return so I didn't have to be standing here alone. It had been about fifteen minutes when suddenly, I heard a high pitched voice say my name; "Clary."
Turning around, I was faced with the diva of my high school, Aline and her two 'pet monkeys,' Tessa and Kaelie. Hands on hips and a smug look playing on her lips, Aline commented, "So alone again I see? I don't know if I should pity you or not." Hearing Tessa and Kaele giggle, she continued, "It must feel terrible to know not even your own father can stand you."
My eyes then narrowed. "Excuse me?" I asked sternly.
Smirking, she stated "Didn't you know? Everyone knows about how your father wanted you dead because he couldn't face the sight of you. I feel sorry for the Lightwoods; I don't know how they can stand you."
"You don't know what you're talking about," I complained.
"Well what I do know is that no one cares a god dam thing about you, especially the Lightwoods. They probably just pity you," She laughed.
"You don't know me or the Lightwoods, so you have no right to say anything." I snarled.
"Is that right?" Aline said still smirking. Tapping one of her fingers against her chin, she said, "I know them well enough to know how great of a kisser Jace is."
Anger and jealously filled my mind. 'Right,' I thought to myself, 'she's going to get it.' Before I could explode, I felt a pair of strong, protective arms snake around my waist, pulling me close. Still looking at Alina, I saw her eyes narrow.
"I suggest you walk away before I get really pissed off," Jace said firmly as he held me.
"Or before I kick your plastic ass," Isabelle added calmly, examining her nails, before looking over to me, "Sorry I took so long, I had to wait for this jackass," indicating Jace.
Nodding, I saw shock fill Aline's face but it wasn't there for long before it was replaced by anger. "Oh how cute," Aline spat. "Jace has a new toy."
"Piss off Aline, I'm really not in the mood for you bullshit," Jace warned.
Isabelle then stepped forward so she was right in Aline's face. "Is the little witch jealous? Too bad. You can say whatever you like about Clary because quite frankly, she has one up on you. She has the one thing you can't lay your filthy hand on; Jace."
"Too late, I already have." Aline smirked.
"Urgh, I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing, obviously." Jace mumbled, tightening his hold on me.
"Jace you shouldn't get so drunk you kiss a dog, learn your limits." Isabelle said, smirking at Jace before turning back to Aline. "Now ran along dog, I'm done with you."
Flicking her hair, she spun around and walked off with her two monkeys following close behind. Anger and jealously filled my emotion making me want to escape from everything and everyone; including Jace.
Pulling out of his grasp, I said unevenly, "I'm going, see you guys at home." Walking off, I felt them following close behind.
"What's wrong?" Jace asked confused as he stepped in front of me.
"Nothing. Just leave me alone," I shouted before walking away from a stunned Jace and Isabelle.
When I got back to the Lightwoods, I went straight up to my room, avoiding everyone as I did. Slamming my door, I paced back and forth. Anger and jealousy filled my thoughts. 'How could he kiss her?' I thought to myself. 'Drunk or not, he still did it.' Shaking my head, I knew I should calm down because I knew any minute now Jace will come through that door. I knew he was only my friend, nothing more; even though the feelings I have for him isn't friendship ones. They cut deep into me, making me want to just jump into his arms and never let go. I knew he felt the same way but I couldn't go there… Not when it'll just be putting him into more danger.
Right then, I heard loud footsteps along the hallway, I knew it was Jace. 'Here we go,' I thought to myself. Just then, Jace bust through the door just like I had expected.
"What the hell was that?" He asked, slamming the door shut so no one could overhear the argument that was about to occur.
"Nothing," I yelled, frustrated as I leaned against the light grey coated wall.
"Then why leave after we had just stuck up for you?" He yelled back, walking over to me so he only stood a few feet away.
"I don't need pity!" I snarled, crossing my arms over my chest.
"You know we don't pity you so stop making up crap," he yelled.
Walking over to the door, I snarled "Go back to Aline."
Reaching for the door handle, I was stopped in my tracks by Jace who spun me around and pinned me against the door with his body.
"That's why you angry. You're jealous I kissed Aline," he said smirking, his face was inches away from mine.
"You're an asshole," I snarled.
Smiling a devilish smile, he shook his head before crashing his lips against mine. Responding to his lips, my lips moved against his urgently. Realization hit me and I quickly pushed him back with all the strength I had, "I don't want to be like every other girl." I yelled at him.
Placing a hand on my cheek, he bent down so he was only inches away from me. Locking his golden eyes with mine, he whispered "you're not like other girls."
"How do I know that though?" I whispered, looking for answers in his eyes.
"Because you're the only one that has ever made me feel nervous whenever you're around," he whispered, chuckling he added, "I always think I'll say the wrong thing."
Looking into his eyes, I knew he was telling the truth. Leaning in, I placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling back smiling as I did.
"Have I ever told you how hot you are when you're angry and jealous at the same time," he smirked. With that he crashed his lips back against mine once again and without hesitation I kissed him back. The kiss started off soft and gently but it soon became urgent. Our hands started searching each other's bodies and the kiss deepened. I felt his tongue waiting for permission, granting him with permission I opened my lips letting him enter. I felt his hands slide down my torso and stop when he reached my thighs. Gripping onto them, I felt myself being lifted so my legs were wrapped his hips. Placing his hands on my ass, he pressed me against the door and started kissing my neck. I tangled my fingers through his silky hair, wanting to feel as much of him as possible.
Finally making his way up to my lips again, our lips started moving against each other's as he carried me over to the bed, laying me down but not breaking the kiss once as he did. Hovering over me, he made sure he didn't put much of his weight on me. Finding the herm of his shirt, I lifted it over his head to reveal the hard, muscular stomach that was hidden under the shirt. My hands then searched every scar and every smooth part on his body. Thinking that was his chance to do the same, his hands went under my shirt and searched my bare stomach. My body felt like fireworks were going off inside of me as I felt his bare skin touch mine.
Slowing the kissing, Jace gave me one last soft, tender kiss on the lips before rolling off me. Pulling me close to him, I rested my head on his bare shoulder.
"Wow," he said, still breathless as he drew circles on back.
"Yeah, wow." I whispered as I listened to his heartbeat. The last of the afternoon sun shone through the window making the room light enough to make out every mark and scar on Jace's chest and stomach. I couldn't take my eyes off a scar that stretched across his heart. I traced it with my finger, feeling him take in a shaking breath in.
Glancing up at him, I asked curiously, "Jace how did you get this?"
Sitting up, he started fiddling with his thumbs looking rather uncomfortable; a side of Jace I've seen before.
Sitting up onto my knees, I moved a little bit closer to him and said calmly watching his expression, "It's ok, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
Shaking his head, he cleared his voice and looked me in the eyes before saying, "I got it the night my father was murdered."
All I could think was Valentine. I just sat in silence, unsure what to say. He then carried on, "I was only ten when my father was murdered but I can remember that night so clearly that it's seems sometimes like it only happened yesterday…"
"You don't have to carry on if you don't want to," I said softly, remembering what Isabelle said about him blocking that part of his life out.
Shaking his head, he said, "No, I need to." Pausing, he then continued, "I was out that night with some of my friends and I got home a bit late, later than my father had said I was allowed to be out for. When I got home, I knew something was wrong. There were no lights on and I had a horrid feeling in my gut something bad had just happened. I walked further in and before I knew it I was standing in front of my father lying in his own blood." He paused, as one single tear ran down his cheek. Pulling me onto his lap, he placed his forehead against mine, "I saw his murderer, not clearly because he was hidden by the darkness but I still saw him and what did I do? I ran, Clary. I ran away like a scared little kid."
"You were a kid, Jace. You can't blame yourself." I said softly.
"I can't blame myself for my father's murder but I can for letting his murderer get away," He said, calmly. Pulling back, he locked eyes with me. "Clary, I lost someone I truly cared about and I ran. Now I'm in the same position I was seven years ago. I've found this amazing, beautiful, kind-hearted girl that I truly care about and that I'm crazy about; but I'm not willingly to lose her and run. Clary, I can't lose you. Please understand why I'm putting myself on the line here," he pleaded me.
Tears slowly ran down my face, kissing him softly on the lips I whispered to him "I'm scared you will…" Before I could finish, his phone suddenly started ringing from within his pocket.
"Sorry," he said, apologetic. Reaching and pulling it out; he answered it.
"Hello?" He said.
There was a moment of silence before Jace jumped up and said into the phone, "Are you sure?"
There was another little pause, before he said, "Ok, I'll be there in ten." Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he threw his shirt back on before turning back to me. Bending down, he placed a quick but soft kiss on my forehead. "I have to go out for a while, I don't know how long I'll be but I'll come and see you when I get back," he said and with that, he turned and headed quickly out the door; leaving me questioning what he was up to.
So how was it?
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