Happy Weekend people! Thanks so much for all the reviews. I am now over 100! WOOHOO! Now for Chapter 13 - this is for all you drama lovers ;)
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Chapter 13:
**Chapter Songs:**
Innocence by Avril Lavigne
In My Veins by Andrew Belle
Broken by Lifehouse
Glycerine by Bush
I wake up with a smile on my face. Last night was the best date I have ever been on. I lie in bed and think about how much fun I had. After leaving Taki's, Jace took me to a skating rink. We skated for hours, laughing and holding hands. I felt like a kid again. This was not a conventional date by any means, but that just made it more special. I don't think Jace has gone on a date quite like that either. When we got back to the apartment, he walked me to the door. He kissed me good night and I swear this kiss seemed different. I think we're getting closer to a real relationship and as scary as that is, I think I'm ready for it. He makes me happier than I thought possible. When I came in last night, Isabelle pounced on me, asking for details. She couldn't believe we left that fancy restaurant and went skating. I told her to hush because it was perfect. I went to sleep smiling and feeling his lips on mine.
I get up slowly and realize how sore I am. It's been a long time since I skated and I forgot how it's a good source of exercise. I stretch and grab some clothes and throw them on. I slip on some shoes and head to the bathroom to tame my rat nest and brush my teeth. After splashing some cold water on my face, I skip to the kitchen. Isabelle and Jon are in there fixing coffee. I step up and grab a cup and fix myself some.
"I'm making pancakes for breakfast. Do you want to see if Jace wants some?" Jon asks, turning towards me.
I try to hide my smile but can't so I nod and walk out the door. I head next door and knock on Jace's door.
o.O.o
JPOV
Beep, Beep, Beep! I stretch my arm out and hit the alarm clock to shut it up. I turn over on my stomach and bury my head in the pillow. I was having a wonderful dream and I try to get back to it. I feel something touch my hair and I open my eyes and focus. Standing by my bed in nothing but the shirt I had on last night is Kaelie. I bolt upright in the bed, eyes wide open.
"What are you doing here? Why the hell are you in my room wearing my shirt?!" I yell.
She comes closer and says, "I thought we could have some fun, like we used to, babe."
"Don't call me that and I'm not interested in doing anything with you anymore. Get dressed and get the hell out of my apartment before I call the police and have you arrested for breaking in." I yell at her and jump up.
"I didn't break in. The door was unlocked. Come on babe, just let me make you feel good. You know I can." she says seductively.
I look at her with disgust. I can't believe I ever went for this type of thing. "No, now get out." I say just as I hear a knock on the door. "You better be dressed and ready to leave when I get back from answering the door." I say walking past her to the door.
I open it and Clary is standing there smiling and looking so beautiful. "Hi." she says shyly.
"Hi. You look beautiful." I can't help saying. She looks down, her face turning pink before she looks back up at me.
"Thanks. Um, Jon's making pancakes this morning. Isabelle stayed over last night and I came to see if you wanted to eat with us." she says with a smile on her face.
"I would lo—"
"Jace, babe, who's at the door?" a voice behind me asks.
Clary looks past me and the smile slips from her face. She looks back at me and hurt is clear in her eyes. I reach out for her but she steps back holding her hands up.
"I see your busy." she says and rushes down the hall.
"Clary! Wait, it's not what it looks like!" I yell out to her, but she's gone. I whip around and Kaelie is standing there with a manipulative smile on her face still in my shirt.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!? I TOLD YOU I DON'T WANT YOU! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY APARTMENT NOW!" I scream at her pushing her into the hall. Jon and Isabelle come running out in the hall to see what's going on.
"Why her? I could make you happy, why did you choose her? She's nothing. I would've done anything you wanted me to do, but you threw me away. What makes her so special?" Kaelie yells at me.
"You could never make me happy. You want to know the reason? You were just something to do when I was bored, nothing more. I was not in love with you and I am with her. That's why it's her." I tell her. "Now, get out of here and never come back or I will call the police."
Her shoulders slump and she wipes away some tears and walks down the hall. I turn to Jon and he looks livid. Isabelle looks shocked.
"Jon, I swear it's not what it looks like. I woke up and she was there wearing my shirt. I didn't do anything with her last night." I say holding my hands up.
He considers what I said and relaxes slightly. "I believe you. Where's Clary?"
"She saw Kaelie and ran out of here. She wouldn't let me explain. I have to find her. She has to know that I didn't do anything." I say frantically.
"I'll go look for her, Isabelle you stay here in case she comes back." Jon says and starts down the hall. Isabelle nods and looks at me.
"You better hope you can fix this." she says as she goes back to Jon's apartment, leaving me feeling like I may throw up. I run back in and throw on some clothes and shoes. I run out the door to start looking for her myself. It's raining pretty hard, but I don't care. All I care about is the girl I'm looking for. I run to the park where I found her yesterday, but it's empty. I keep going, looking everywhere. After 2 hours of searching and not finding her, I call Isabelle.
"Anything?" I ask when she answers the phone.
"No, but Jon called his stepdad and he's looking for her there. I'll call you when I hear something." she says.
I keep walking and looking, my chest so tight I can hardly breathe. Where can she be? Just as I turn down my street, my phone rings. I grab it out of my soaking wet pocket. I look at the caller id and see Jon's name.
"Hello?"
"She's been found. My stepdad found her near our old house at the cemetery. He picked her up and is meeting me halfway. I'm on my way now." Jon says, relief evident in his voice but still laced with worry.
"I want to go with you."
"I don't think you need to. I think it would be better if it's just me for now. Let me talk to her and then you can."
"Is she alright?" I choke out, closing my eyes tight.
"I don't know. Luke said she was sitting at Simon's grave soaking wet. She took the bus all the way there. I just hope she's not like she was when I first got her to move with me. That was bad and she's made so much progress lately. I'll call you back when we're on the way home." Jon says and then we hang up. I lower my head and walk home. I feel horrible that she still doesn't know what happened and that she still thinks the worst of me. All I can do now is wait and hope and pray she'll understand.
o.O.o
I can't believe how stupid I am. I fell for him and I stupidly thought he felt the same way. She was there wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He had clearly just rolled out of bed and he was with her. They must've hooked up after our date. God! Why did he act so interested in me? I ran from them. I couldn't take it. I had to get out of there. I ran and ran. I didn't even notice the rain pelting down on me. This time the rain didn't wash away the sadness.
I run until I can't breathe anymore. I bend over with my hands on my knees trying to grasp my breath. I look up and see the bus station. I run inside and buy a one-way ticket home. I sit by the window and shiver waiting for the two hour ride home.
Once I see the familiar streets of town, I get up to get off. I walk straight to the cemetery. When I see his name, I fall to my knees and cry. My phone keeps buzzing in my pocket but I ignore it. It's been ringing since I left. I know I should let Jon know where I am but I can't find the strength to talk to him or anyone. After a while, I hear someone walking toward me. Their feet crunching on the wet gravel path. I hear my name and I look up. Luke is standing above me, looking at me with relief and worry mixed together.
"Clary, thank God. Jon is worried sick. Come on, let's get you out of here." he says gently tugging me up off the ground.
I get up and he wraps his arms around me and walks me to his beat up pickup truck. I climb in and smell leather and grease. A smell that reminds me of going everywhere with Luke when I was little. Even before him and mom got married. He was always there for me and Jon. I look over at him and think of how lucky I am to have him. He's on the phone talking low. I assume he's talking to Jon. When he hangs up, he peers over at me.
"Does mom know I ran away?" I ask, my voice sounding flat.
"No, I thought it be best not to worry her. Jon's on his way to get you. We're meeting him halfway. Do you want to talk about anything?" he asks tentatively.
I shake my head. "I'll have to talk about it with Jon and I don't think I can get through it twice."
He nods and we ride in silence. I lean my head on the window and fall asleep.
I feel someone shake my shoulder gently. I open my eyes and look around. We're at the diner that Jon and I stopped at on the way to my new home. The rain has stopped thankfully but my curls are wound tight from sitting in the rain for so long. Luke gets out and comes around to open my door. I step out and hear the sound of a car stopping abruptly beside the truck. My brother jumps out and pulls me tightly to him in a bone crushing hug.
"Cherry drop! Oh my God! Everyone has been freaking out. Don't ever do that to me again. Are you alright?" Jon says in a rush of emotion.
"I'm fine. Let's just go." I say detaching myself from him. I turn and hug Luke. "Thanks Luke. I love you."
"Just take care, Clary." he says as I get in Jon's car. Jon and Luke exchange a few words, but I can't tell what they are. Jon then calls someone and gets in and starts the car, driving us home. He doesn't say anything at first. I wait for it but it doesn't come. I can't take the silence anymore.
"I'm sorry for running off like that. I just couldn't stay there with. . . .with him. . . .and. . . ." My voice drifts off with hurt and exhaustion.
"Clary-berry, Jace didn't do anything with her. She broke into his apartment and took her clothes off while he was asleep. He found her in there right before you knocked. He got in a huge fight with her in the hallway after you ran. He has spent hours looking for you and he's devastated." he says looking at me every so often. "He doesn't want her, Clary."
I close my eyes and try to believe him, but it was so obvious. Maybe he didn't do anything this time, but it's only a matter of time before he gets bored with me and finds someone else.
"When we get back, I don't want to see him yet. I need some time to process everything. Okay?" I ask quietly.
"Sure berry. Whatever you need." Jon replies. The rest of the ride we just listen to the radio. Once we get back to the apartment, I go straight to my room. I hear Isabelle ask Jon how I was doing and then I close my door.
As I sit there, I get more and more pissed. Maybe if I looked more like Kaelie, I could be enough. Or I could act more like her. I throw open my closet and put together a skimpy black skirt that barely covers my ass and short tank top that shows part of my stomach. I top it off with black combat boots that comes to my knees. I fix my hair and put on more make-up than I've ever worn. I throw open my door and stalk out. Jon and Isabelle look up and Jon scrambles off the couch.
"Clary, what the hell are you doing?" he asks in shock.
"I'm going out." I say and walk to the door.
"I'll go with her." Isabelle says jumping up to run after me.
Once in the hall, going down the stairs, she asks what's going on.
"I feel like going out. " I shrug.
"Dressed like that? Not that you don't look good, because you do, but it's not your usual style." she says eyeing me warily.
"Maybe I need to change my style and then I can get noticed too. Maybe if I weren't so boring then I could keep people happy. Maybe if I act like a whore, I wouldn't get my heart broken." I spit out angrily.
"Clary, you don't need to do any of those things. He does notice you and you aren't boring. You are the most amazing person. We all love you and don't want you to change anything about yourself." Isabelle says and wraps her arm around mine. I take a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"Thanks, but I need to let loose tonight. I won't get carried away. I promise." I say giving her a small smile.
We get to the club we went to one other time. We walk in and go straight to the bar. I start ordering shots of liquor. My head begins to feel fuzzy so I get up to dance. I close my eyes and get lost in the music. I feel different hands rubbing all over me. I can't find it in me to care about it. I just keep dancing. I feel breath on my neck and lips sliding across my neck and shoulders. I open my eyes and I am met with angry gold ones looking at me from a few feet away.
Uh oh! I'm not good with drama so what did you think? I do so much better with fluff! Review and let me know!
Until next time. . . .