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This story is inspired by the song Superheroes by The Script
A/N: First thing I need to say is IF YOU HAVEN'T LISTENED TO THE SONG THIS STORY IS BASED ON, YOU MIGHT WANT TO. JUST SAYING. OKAY? GOT IT? GOOD. LET'S CONTINUE, SHALL WE?
Jace
I warily watch Clary disappear out into the back alley with Simon. I have no idea what's taking place, but all I know is both of them looked extremely pissed as they exchanged looks earlier. Even after Simon slams the door behind him, I keep my eyes of the door. But my contemplating is interrupted by none other than Izzy.
"So," the woman practically squeals. She takes a sip of her martini as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. I can help but crack a smile and look away.
"Come on, Iz," I groan. "You know it's not like that."
"Yeah, I know," she says. I'm about to sigh in relief, but she's not done talking yet. "For the first time in history Jonathon Christopher Wayland has feelings for a girl!"
I almost spit out my drink. Even though it's true, hearing the words being said makes it sound weird.
"Could you do me a favor and never bring that up around Clary?" I almost plead. "I don't want her to think-"
Izzy shushes me and gives me a comforting smile. "Don't you worry about that." Her expression quickly changes to a serious one. She grabs me by my shirt collar and pulls me closer to her face. Izzy's usually warm brown eyes are now deadly and dangerous. My eyes widen as I take in her expression of hostility.
"I swear to God, Wayland," she threatens through gritted teeth. "If you hurt that poor girl in any way, I will personally stab you in the chest with one of my stilettos. Got it?"
I gulp and nod my head. Immediately Izzy lets go of me and her face returns to normal.
"Good," she chirps. "Because she doesn't need any more shit in her life." Izzy seems to look me up and down. She crinkles her nose as she inspects me. "Not sure why she went for you. That girl is honestly out of your league."
I raise an eyebrow at her claim. "I don't think anyone has ever told me someone was out of my league." I gesture to myself. "I mean, have you seen me?"
Izzy crosses her arms over her chest. "Your cocky attitude makes you less attractive," she counters.
I shrug my shoulders and take a sip of my scotch. "I manage to turn it off at certain moments." Izzy seems satisfied with my answer, so I add, "Like during make-out sessions."
My friend scoffs and hits me in the shoulder.
Thinking Clary should be back by now, I look over my shoulder and around the club. But I don't see her. I look for bright red hair, or someone in a bartending uniform. Unluckily I still don't find any signs that she's back inside.
I turn back around an see that Izzy's frowning in the same direction I was looking.
"They should be back by now," she mutters. I almost don't hear her. The club is pretty loud.
"Do you have any idea why Simon wanted to talk to her?" I ask, leaning in to make sure she can hear me. Izzy just shakes her head.
Finally I see the back door open and Clary storm through it. As she gets closer I notice that her fists are clenched and her face is tinted red. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her lips are pulled into a slight frown. She's evidently angry about something.
To my surprise Clary storms right up to me, throws her arms around my neck, and pulls me down for a passionate and rough kiss. My body reacts immediately, returning the hungry and desperate mood. Our lips move together and our tongues battle for dominance. We eventually break apart. I try to hide it, but I'm out of breath. Clary is panting, and her expression of anger is now one of satisfaction. Then she just walks away and back to the other side of the bar. I can't help but watch her as she struts to return to her job.
I turn and look at Izzy. Her mouth is open in shock as she stares at me.
"What?" I ask innocently. Izzy closes her mouth, then opens it again as if to say something, but she quickly closes it.
"I'm going to go look for my boyfriend," she mumbles. Grabbing her martini, Izzy hops down from the bar stool and disappears in the crowd.
-Superheroes-
I wait outside until Clary is finished cleaning up the bar. I offered to help, many times in fact. But each time Clary told me she got it. I finally gave in when she started hitting me with a towel. So here I am, standing against the wall of the club, observing the people who are walking past at almost one in the morning.
"Hey," I hear a soft voice say. I look up, or rather down, at the small girl who's now standing in front of me. Clary has taken her hair out of her high ponytail, and her messy hair is now cascading over her shoulders. She's hugging her torso, as if cold. The summer nights can get chilly. So I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into my side. We silently begin the walk back to my apartment.
After about five minutes of walking, I kiss the top of Clary's head and say, "Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?"
Clary stays quiet for a few moments before answering. "We got into an argument."
I laugh softly. "I kind of figured that out myself. May I ask you why, exactly, were you arguing?"
Again, she hesitates before replying to my question.
"It was about you."
That was not the answer I was expecting. I stop in my tracks and take my arm away from Clary so I can face her.
"What?" is all I manage to say in the moment. She sighs, and tucks a curl behind her ear; a habit I've seen her do when she's nervous or uncomfortable.
"Remember when I came back to the apartment crying?" she says quietly. I nod my head. How could I forget? It was before we had that terrible fight.
"Do you remember how I told you I had gone to see Simon earlier?" Again, I nod. I have no idea where this is going.
Clary averts her eyes away from my gaze and starts fidgeting with her hands. "Well, I had texted him earlier and asked if we could talk. It was when I realized I had feelings for you." The words are now coming out as a rush. "And I needed someone to talk to. So when we were there, I told him the way I felt for you."
I raise my eyebrows. It shocks me how much trust Clary can put in a person.
"But..." Oh no. There's a 'but'. "In short, Simon wasn't happy. Told me not to act on my feelings. That you weren't a good guy and that I shouldn't be with someone 'like you'."
I'm glad she puts air quotes around the last part. It would kill me if she also thought I was a bad influence.
"Tonight was basically a follow up of that conversation. He totally lost it when he saw us kissing."
Clary observes me as if waiting for a my reaction. I can tell she suspects I want to beat him up or threaten him by the way it appears she's about to jump into action. But in all honesty, I couldn't care less about what Rat Face thinks of me.
So I shrug my shoulders and start to walk again. I take Clary's hand in mine and she walks with me.
"Let him think what he wants to think," I tell her. "As long as you know he isn't right that's all that matters."
She doesn't answer me. Well, not with words anyway. Clary squeezes my hand and leans her head against my chest. We stay like this the entire walk back to my apartment. Unintentionally, we've both slowed down our pace as we walk; enjoying the company of the other person.
I feel more content then I've been in a while as we make our way up the couple flights of stairs to my apartment. But that feeling quickly disappears as I make out a large figure that is stationed on the ground in front of my door. My grip on Clary's hand tightens. I turn to look at the small girl. An expression of confusion dawns her face. I lean over a little bit so I'm looking her in the eye.
"I want you to call Izzy and tell her that I have to deal with something. She'll pick you up outside of the building, okay?" I explain as calmly as possible. But I'm fighting the urge to yell as loud as I can and punch something. Why does he have to ruin everything?
"Jace, who is that?" the redhead asks, curiosity and worry in her voice. I shake my head and gently push her the other direction.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow," I say, avoiding the question. But Clary stand her ground.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me who is passed out in front of your apartment with a beer bottle in their hand."
I give a frustrated sigh and run my fingers through my golden locks. I hate how stubborn this girl is.
"Clary," I try, but she's not hearing any of it. She gives me a look that almost makes me gulp.
I finally give in. "It's my dad," I mutter.
The reaction is what I expected. Clary's eyes widen and her face pales a little. But instead of walking away (or running away) like I expected her to, she launches herself toward him. I grab her by the shoulders just in time before she lands on him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I hiss, keeping my voice low. The redhead glares at the figure on the floor and then back at me. She relaxes and the hostile look in her eyes goes away. Clary goes limp in my arms and she hangs her head.
"Sorry," she whispers. "It's just that... he hurt you, Jace."
My heart practically melts (it's not just a girl thing) as these words escape her lips. Because I've honestly never had someone care for me this much since...
My mom.
A pang of realization comes over me as I study Clary. She reminds me so much of my mother. I know it sounds weird, but their personalities and spirit is so similar.
My mother was stubborn as a bull. You always have to ask Clary at least twice to do something.
Clary has a passion for art; my mother's was music.
There was so much kindness in my mom's heart. I feel like Clary's heart expands every day.
And both of them have had the same effect of me. Both of them have made my life so much better, just because they've been in it.
I've already lost one of them. I have no idea what I would do if I lost the other.
Izzy's words from earlier come back to me: "Not sure why she went for you. That girl is honestly out of your league." And I now understand what she was trying to say. Sure, most people would consider me a gorgeous specimen to look at. But Clary's internal beauty is what makes her out of my league. And her inner beauty makes her amazing on the outside.
I don't deserve her.
"Jace?" Clary whisper shouts, snapping her finger in front of my face. I break out of my thoughts and back into reality. "Are you okay?" she asks.
"Yeah," I reply, my voice cracking slightly. I clear my throat. "I'll be fine. You should go."
Her emerald green eyes never leave my golden ones. A genuine look of concern is reflected in them as she looks at me. Clary eventually slightly nods her head, then stands on her tip-toes and plants a gentle kiss on my lips.
"Stay strong for me, okay, Jace?" she whispers. Then she turns around and starts down the stairs.
I take a deep breath and clench my fists. I spin on my heel and face my father who is still passed out, and by the looks of it, completely wasted. I walk towards him, bend down, and yank him up by his collar. Immediately he wakes up. His eyes are bloodshot and his breath smells of alcohol and pot.
He gives me a crooked smile. "Jace," my father slurs. I don't respond; just clench my jaw and try not to punch the living daylights out of my abuser.
He waits, as if expecting a response. When he realizes I'm not going to say anything, he raises an eyebrow and lets out a drunken laugh.
"Let's talk, son."
Clary
I take the stairs two at a time. I'm thrilled about calling Izzy, because most likely Simon will be with her, but I don't have many other options at the moment.
The phone rings twice before Izzy picks up.
"What?" she demands. I can hear the exhaustion in her voice. I immediately feel bad.
"Iz, I'm sorry," I say. "I know it's late-"
"You think?" she replies through a yawn. I roll my eyes and stop my descent for a moment.
"Jace's dad showed up at the apartment," I try to explain.
"What?" Izzy responds immediately.
"I was wondering if you could come pick me up," I say timidly. I've made it to the bottom of the staircase and I walk right outside.
"Of course, honey," my friend replies gently. "I'll be there in about ten minutes, okay?"
I'm about to thank her, but she's not done.
"And just so you know, my boyfriend isn't with me tonight."
The sigh of relief escapes me without my consent. I'm hoping that she didn't catch it, but it's kind of apparent that she did.
"Simon told me about the fight you two got in," Izzy explains. "So now both of us are mad at him."
A tiny smirk appears on my lips. Even though I feel bad for him, I'm glad that Izzy is taking my side in this argument.
"Well I better get going," Izzy chirps. I hear the rustling of sheets and I conclude she was asleep when I called her. Which just makes me feel worse about the entire situation.
"Okay. See you soon," I say quietly before she hangs up.
The warm summer breeze causes goose bumps to form on my arms. I stand next to the entrance of the apartment complex and watch for Izzy's sports car. But I'm not really paying attention. I can't keep my mind off of the way Jace was looking at me earlier. It was almost as if he was studying me. I mean, I've caught him looking at me before, and he usually plays it off with a smart remark. But it was almost as if he was in a trance. It honestly kind of freaked me out a bit.
Eventually Izzy's car pulls up on the curb in front of me, almost hitting two other parked cars. I walk towards the car and open the door, climbing into the passengers seat.
As soon as Izzy starts to drive my eye lids become extremely heavy. I try to fight off the urge to just pass out, but my body refuses to give in to my mind. So I find myself drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
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