Aaaaaah next chapter :) :) :) I tried to upload it as soon as possible, cause I though it would be kind of mean to keep you in suspense for a long time :p I hope you like it! :) and now, without further ado.. THE NEXT CHAPTER BABYYYY :)
Clary's POV
"What the fuck Clary?! What are you doing here?" he said, the anger clearly audible in his voice. "How dare you enter my room without permission?!" I almost detonated as I heard those words… "Don't you dare being mad at me! If you hadn't forgotten about me then I wouldn't stand here now, would I?!" I shouted back. For a few seconds it remained silent, the quietness louder than ever after my outcry. "Forgotten?" he asked puzzled, slightly taken aback by my outburst. "I didn't forget anything! I'm not la-" he started defending himself as he turned around and looked at the clock above his desk, but his voice faded away as he noticed the time.
Jace's POV
"6.12…" I mumbled against myself. For God's sake Jace! Why did you always ruin everything?! "You forgot me…" she said again, but this time, her voice wasn't filled with anger… It was filled with disappointment, which was even worse. "Clary, I swear I didn't!" I said as I turned back to her. "The training had run out, so I only was here at a quarter to six. And I just wanted to take a quick shower before I got to you, cause I was totally sweaty and smutty an-". "It's fine, Jace" she interrupted me, and even though she acted unapproachable, I could see the sadness in her eyes. "So uhm, I'm just gonna… I mean euhm, I got to euhm… do something…" she said while she waved vaguely with her hand in the doors direction. She cleared her throat uneasy and turned away from me, stepping quickly to the door. "Clary! No, wait!" I said, as I ran after her and grabbed her wrist. God, how could I convince her that I hadn't forgotten about her, without admitting her that she was literally always in my head? God, it just impossible to forget her, I wouldn't even be able to do it if I wanted to…
Clary's POV
As I turned away from him, I kept saying to myself that it was better like this, that we were both better off. I repeated it again and again, hoping that if I said it enough times to myself, my heart would finally believe it too. But then he grabbed my wrist, and my brains shut up abruptly. I felt how my heart filled itself with hope as I turned around and faced him: hope that I do was of some importance for him. Afraid of another rejection, I did not dare to look into his eyes, so I looked downwards. But maybe that wasn't a good idea either, since my eyes were now focused on his bare chest that was only inches away from me. I saw how his muscular chest went up and down hastily, and as I followed his abs with my eyes, I tried to ignore the fact that the only thing he was wearing was a towel. "I know you are mesmerized by my godly body, but would you please look up at me Clary?" Jace said softly, and I knew he tried to make me laugh to alleviate the tension that hung between us. Nevertheless, he couldn't hide the worry in his voice entirely. I looked up at his eyes and a shiver went down my spine. "Clary, I swear on my parent's grave, that I would never ever forget about you. You're way too important for me." he said as his big golden eyes connected with mine. It was the first time he had ever talked about his parents to me, and I knew that this promise was serious. And besides that, Izzy once had told me that Jace was one of the most honest -and by that also one of the rudest- people she had ever met. "I am?" I asked timidly, still not completely convinced. "Yeah." he just said with that smile that made my knees tremble, and I felt how my lips curled automatically into a smile. "And I'm sorry too…" I admitted reluctantly. "I might have overreacted a bit…" I said guilty. He laughed loudly, a mixture of relief and joy, and when he finally answered, I could still hear a chuckle in his voice. "Welcome to the dark side Red… the side of the drama queens!"
As he came closer, I pushed him quickly away, trying to ignore how good his strong hot chest felt under my hands. He looked in confusion at me, and his eyes asked what was wrong. "I'm not giving you a hug until you put some clothes on!" I said laughingly. "Is that a challenge?!" he said with a cheeky smile. "Don't you dare Jace!" I said warningly, but I knew it was too late. I started running, but of course I wasn't fast enough... Before I had taken a few steps he had already reached me, and curled his hands around my waist. Only a few seconds later, I lay on his shoulder while he was walking around with me. He was pretty much dying from laughter, his body shaking heavily. "Jace! Put me down!" I said, trying to sound stern, but I couldn't retain the laughter in my voice. I shivered slightly, but it wasn't caused by angst, even though I was dangling up in the air: his strong arms around me made me feel as safe as I would have been when I stood on the floor. No, the shiver was caused by the heat that radiated of his bare skin, right through my top onto my own skin…
"Jace Lightwood! Put me down! Immediately!" I said while I tried to hit him on his back. "And put some clothes on too!" I added. "Only if you ask it nicely, Red." He said with a mischievous smile. I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath. "Jace Lightwood, would you please do me the favor of putting me down onto the floor? And would you please put on some clothing?" I could practically hear him grin at his victory: "Of course Miss Fray, anything for you my dear!" he said with a laugh as he slowly put me down, his body way too close to mine. I produced some weird little smile as I stepped away from him and walked to his bay window. I heard how he stepped to the bathroom and I felt how my nerves unclenched slightly. I had no idea how much longer I would have been able to keep myself of doing things with Jace where I shouldn't even be thinking about… "Oh and Clary…" Jace said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. "Don't think I didn't notice how you couldn't keep your eyes of me!" he smiled arrogantly. At that, he closed the door and I turned back to the window. I felt how me cheeks reddened, and I really hoped that he was just teasing me… Guess I hadn't been so subtle after all…
"Hey" he said as he threw his arms around me from behind. I couldn't help but flinch a little: I wasn't used to physical contact, but for Jace it seemed something natural. "Are you finally dressed?" I asked, trying to control the tremble of my voice. Laughter rumbled from deep in his chest. "Yes, I am." he answered as he sat down next to me, his back leaning against the window. "Where are you looking at?" he asked curiously. I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing…. Everything…" "Seems interesting..." he laughed at my answer, and I looked falsely angrily at him. I gave him a slight nudge with my elbow, but flinched as my bruise hit his ribcage. I tried to hide it from him, but naturally his observant eyes had already took it in. "What's wrong?" he asked immediately, his eyes filled with concern. "Oh, it's nothing, I'm fine." I tried to brush it aside, but of course Jace did not let him be put off. "Sure… you were just cringing for fun." He said sarcastically as he took my elbow in his hands. "May I?" he asked gently. I shrugged my shoulders as an answer, and slowly he rolled the sleeve of my shirt up. Somehow, this seemed even more intimate than everything that had happened a few minutes ago…
I knew the exact moment when he saw my bruise, even though I didn't wanted to look at him. I felt how his body stiffened and his grip on my arm tightened. "Jace, this totally isn't what it looks like, I ju-" I started, knowing that he would interpret it completely wrong. But of course, he wasn't listening to me, and I nearly heard his teeth grinding. "Who… Who did this to you Clary? I'll…I'll kill him." he brought out, his look murderous. "Jace, would you please calm down for a moment?" I asked urging, but I had the feeling he wasn't really listening to me… "Jace!" I said again, a bit louder now, as I carefully laid my hand on the hand that was holding my arm. This time he did look up, his eyes filled with… ancient sorrow. "Jace, I'm fine. Nobody touched me… I just fell and bumped my elbow." I saw how the old memories pulled away of his mind, as he finally really looked at me. "Do you swear?" he asked seriously. "I do Jace." I said, with all the honesty I had in me, and I saw how these words freed him of whatever was afflicting his mind. His shoulders unbent slowly and the grip on my arm loosened up. "Are you all right?" I asked worried as I tried to capture his regard. On moments like this, I realized that I wasn't the only one with troubles, and I felt a twinge go through me as I realized how selfish I had been the last days… "Jeah, perfectly fine" he said with a smile, but I saw how forced and fake it was. "So how did you get it?" he asked, nodding to my arm, clearly trying to divert the attention to something else but him. "I…" I coughed ashamed, trying to win some time. At first I doubted whether or not I would tell him the truth, knowing that he would definitely laugh with me, but then again he could definitely use something to lighten up his spirit a bit. And if I needed to make a fool of myself for that, well than I would make a fool of myself... for him. "I fell off my windowsill… onto my night standard." I said with a slightly awkward smile, noticing how dumb that must have sounded to him. He produced a slight chuckle, and I saw how the little sparks in his eyes slowly returned. "That sight must have been…" "Hilarious?" I finished his sentence, not really surprised that he was mocking me. "I was going to say painful, but yours is better." He said, a real smile finally lighting up his face.
"And your hands?" I asked, unable to stop my own curiosity. Already this morning, I had noticed that is knuckles were rough, the skin clearly damaged by something or someone. "I could have expected that you would notice it" he said laughingly. "I notice everything!" I replied. "I believe they have a term for that, they call it obsessed." He said, his expression full of satisfaction by his witty comment. "You know what…", I retaliated, "acting like a smart-ass really doesn't suit you!" He smiled and came closer to me: "Everything suits me." he said, the arrogance now literally dripping of his face. "And you are avoiding my question!'" I said, ignoring his last words. His smile held a little regret as he noticed that his diversion hadn't worked out as he planned. "I accidently bumped against a punching bag…" he said smilingly, and I rolled with my eyes. "Oh really, a punching bag just came up out the middle of nowhere and bumped against your hand?" I said sarcastically. "Ok, you can scrape the 'accidentally', but there do was a punching bag involved." he said with a smile whence I couldn't say was honest or just mockingly… I just raised both my eyebrows -as I was incapable of raising only one, don't even start about it- expressing my disbelief. "If you don't believe me, then I'll show you…" he said, as he grabbed my hand and leaded me away of the window, his smile way to cheeky in my opinion.
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