Something like breaking.
To think that he had done that to her, the sorrow and hut in her song, the pain in those words she had said, it killed him.
He would fix it.
xxx
Clary was so confused as she walked out if history of the arts she kept bumping into people and almost running into walls as she started on her way to her last class of the day; art.
He had walked away, but his song...? He had kissed her, but he had-
There was a hand in her shoulder. She turned and opened her mouth to-
Jace.
He looked at her his golden eyes burning into her green ones, and pulled her into one of the nearly empty corridors of the main hallway. People scurried by, writing down homework assignments and texting, all hooding to get to their next class on time, and the hallway was left deserted in under 15 seconds, as this was an academic wing and everyone had electives last period.
They started at the same time.
"Clar-"
"Ja-" she looked at him and half smiled, and he returned her bittersweet look before continuing.
"Clary. I.. I didn't want to stop. But I-"
"Had to. I know." she said softly.
"It's just... I... We live together, Clary. This is so hard. But... I want you to know that I feel the same way you do." He said earnestly, then stumbled. "I mean, maybe not- maybe you don't like me like I like you...?" he trailed off, looking at her with a question in his eyes.
"No. You're right. I don't like you." his face fell.
"I think it's more along the lines of love."
xxx
Jace could have danced or yelled or run a mile with the exhilaration that Clary's words brought, but instead, he simply gently angled her face toward his and kissed her.
She tasted like the fruit salad she had had for lunch and peppermint lip balm, which probably doesn't sound that food, but it was. Her lips were soft and velvety and she gasped a little as the made contact, but quickly got into the rhythm of his mouth. They kissed for what seemed like several lifetimes, but was probably only a minute or two...
She broke away first, sliding her small tongue out of his mouth and attempting to catch her breath before semi-gasping, "I- need to get to art."
He smiled and pecked her on the forehead. "See you later. At detention" she paled a bit but leaned into his touch.
"Yeah, I guess. I better go."
"Bye." the words didn't seem like enough, but he didn't want to be cheesy or to forward. She grinned, turned, and headed away. He smiled as he hummed his way to music.
xxx
Clary got to art, and she painted her joy.
xxx
meet me in the cupola 4?-j
Clary smiled as she read the text on the bright autum afternoon. After spending detention together, Jace had had to go make amends with his soccer coach for missing practice. He had offered Clary the car so she could get home, but she had opted to walk instead and enjoy the beautiful colors that swirled around her in New York this time of year.
:):)of course- clary
She shoved her phone into the back pocket of her Hollidter once-destroyed jeans that she had made a few Clary-improvements to. (patches, sticks, paint) and hopped up the last steps to the front of the giant mansion.
Pulling the door open with one hand and taking her 10 pound backpack off with the other, she yelled, "I'm home!"
No answer. Odd, usually Isabelle would come running down the stairs of Alec would at least yell for get to shut up. Hm.
She jogged upstairs, and heard... Music? coming out of Alec's room.
Without thinking twice, she pulled open the door and went in.
Alex was bent over a guitar, looking mournful and strumming while his lips played an equally downcast tune.
Didn't mean
To break
The fragile
That was us
Or not us
Wondering what this was about, since Jace was usually the one into writing heartbroken songs, she coughed uncomfortably. He stopped abruptly, putting a hand over the softly vibrating string to cut them off sharply.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"What are you doing in my room?"
"Seeing what you were doing."
"Oh." it was silent for a minute.
"You can go now." Clary felf momentarily embarrassed as she turned to leave, pausing at the door.
"Who was that song for?" Alec looked at her, then looked away, hiding his eyes.
"Nobody- Nothing. For history of the arts."
Reflecting on her song for history of the arts, she raided her eyebrows at his unseeing face and left as he picked up where he left off, his honey sweet voice full of emotion.
Missing what I
Never knew was gone.
xxx
A strange and unfamiliar sound was issuing from Isabelle's room when Clary started to make her way down the hall; silence.
Obviously, something was very wrong.
She opened the door and peeked her head in just far enough so she could see the crumpled figure on the ground; she rushed in.
"Isabelle! Are you hurt?" Clary knelt by her side.
Isabelle looked up at her, face streaked with tears. "No." she sniffled. "I'm f-fine."
"No, you aren't." Isabelle NEVER cried. Something was up. "Isabelle, you can tell me. What happened?"
There was silence for a moment as a bitter, angry look appeared on her face. "Miah." she said coldly. "Miah happened."
?
"What? What do you mean? I thought you liked Miah." they had hung out with Miah and Ali a few times after school, and Isabelle had seemed okay with them both. She had really taken a shine to Ali, however. They cracked each other up, however skeptical Isabelle was about Ali's slightly... Eclectic appearance.
"Miah started dating Simon. She asked him out at lunch today."
"Simon..? What? Why do you care?" Clary asked, bewildered. Isabelle glared at him through tear dampened eyes.
"Clary. I like Simon."
Oh.
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