There's a rumor going round about me and you
Stirring up our little town the last week or two
So tell me why we even trying to deny this feeling
I feel it, don't you feel it too?
There's a rumor going round, and round, and round
What d'you say we make it true, baby?

- Rumor, Lee Brice.

Let's play

a game

with hearts.

It started off as a game.

He was player.

So I indirectly challenge him to a game.

We flirted, we play-fought. We talked 24/7. We walked to class together and gave each other nicknames.

He was 'Goldie' and I was 'Angel'.

I became fat friends with his sister and he engaged with some type of hate friendship with Simon.

We even exchanged pecks. Playful pecks that held no promise.

But the idea of the game was to tease the other to the edge. To make the other fall in love with you. That was the game.

I was told I was losing the same way I was told I was winning.

I always thought that once he or I lost-the game would end.

I never even considered he'd want to end the game before a winner can come forth.

...

We were dancing, a slow song. It was more swaying than dancing really-but that suited me just fine. I was too short, even in heels, for us to dance cheek to cheek so I had my head against his head and he had his chin on top of my head. I could feel the slight speed of his heartbeat almost as well as I could feel his hands on my hips.

The song was almost over so I closed my eyes and tried to immerse myself into the moment, forgetting for a second that this was game.

That letting myself get attached would mean my failure.

"How long have we known each other?" he murmurs into my ear

"Since last year."

"No, like each other existence awareness."

"Kindergarten?"

He hums, "Forever practically."

I laugh in agreement, and suddenly he says "Look at those idiots."

I glance up an follow where his eyes were going, landing on Simon, Jordan and Alec. They were snickering and looking right at us.

"What's so funny?" I ask, twisting so that I was facing him again.

"Us."

His eyes were a darker shade of gold.

"What?" I ask intelligently.

"There are rumors, Clary."

I roll my eyes, because of course there were rumors. Jace was the hottest boy in school-people were going to wonder.

Even in the dark lighting of the club he was gorgeous. The crammed space and hot air did nothing for him. Besides perhaps add some sweat to his hairline, but even then he smelled great. His eyes were dark and not half lidded at all, they were intent and on me.

His black shirt showed off his amazing arms and dark tattooes. It made his tan skin glow.

He looked gorgeous. Even in this dump of a bar.

"Rumors," he tells me "that say that we're dating."

"Why would they ever think that?" I tease but falter seeing shi seriou expression, "You okay?"

"Do you want to know why the guys were laughing at us?"

"Why?"

"Because we danced to no music for two minutes until the next song came up."

My face heats up.

"They want to know why." he persists unrelenting " And I know why I did it. But I want to know for sure that you know why you did it too."

It was suddenly very hot.

Before I can say anything he continues "I can shut the rumors down, Clary. Tell them they're crazy until they start to believe it" he lowers his head a fraction closer "or" he says breathlessly "we can make it true."

I pull back so that I can see his whole face, his jaw twitches for a second as I stare at him.

He gently pulls me closer, "I know you feel it-I just don't believe it. If you kiss me right now I will believe it and I will make the rumors true. If you don't, then we'll talk about what we'll do later."

I move my hands from around his neck to his shoulders, "Jace, are you-"

"I'm 100% sober and certain."

"But-"

"This isn't a game to me. I know it was for you-and I know this technically means the game is over.. But i'm hoping for a round 2."

He was rushing his words out. Like he was afraid i'd stop him. Like he thought that he needed to convince me. But all I could fus on was the fact that I wa the only one playing the game.

That I won.

Did I want to chance my victory for something bigger? Something better?

Yes. yes I did.

"So what do you say?" he asks me hopefully.

Hopefully! Not confidently or casually.

His aloofness and cool guy facade have abandoned him and now-exposed to me...was a dork.

"Will you give us a shot?" he asks.

I lean up and he cover the rest of the space, and I kiss him. I kiss him with everything in my bones, and he kisses me back just as fiercely. He was holding me so tightly he might leave bruises, kissing me so hard that I might shatter. If not from his grip then by the intensity of the kiss.

I hoped there wasn't anything flammable nearby because sparks might have been going off. At least for me it was.

Then one of the sparks must have caught fire because my whole body was burning with him. With the need to be closer and the need to have more.

To him I wasn't delicate at all.

And that might just b why I like him so much.

When the need for air separates us, his smile was brilliant.

"So it's a yes?"

"Yes, you dork."

...

So I won?

I think I did.

My prize?

It's a round 2.

But this time we'll do it right.

I'm his Girlfriend.

And he's my Boyfriend.

Short, I know. I can't even call these one-shots. More like drabbles

I'm sorry it took so long for an update. I had a list of songs and I wasn't sure what I wanted to right. (Beside i'm barely allowed on my computer due to it being'summer time')

xxx

PS. Shoot me a comment?

PPS. Please check out my Sizzy one-shot, it's "He Wasn't Good Enough For Her, (No. Wait! He Was.)"

And there is a one-shot that follows my music theme, it's called "You Promised"

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