Finding Out About You

Jace POV:

Am I ever going to get her name I chuckled lightly as I watched her for like the third time book it away from me. This mystery woman was going to be the death of me, I could just feel it. She intrigued me so much.

*Ring Ring*

I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket and answered.

Before I could even say hello, I was met with an irritated Simon.

"Herondale you better get your ass back to the tent" Simon grumbled on the other side of the phone.

"And I would appreciate it if you would stop sending security to close off the back section of the campus. People are starting to ask questions on what we have going on back there" he added.

"Yeah, yeah, I know I'm sorry" I said heading back to the tent Simon was talking about. The truth is some of my fans saw me walk towards this garden area, I knew that that fiery goddess would absolutely loathe me if more people were invading her spot. The only thing that could keep me from that harsh path was an autograph for each person and my security team monitoring the area.

"Did you even get her name yet?" Simon asked into the phone.

I let out a huff, tucking a loose strange of hair behind my ear. "No, the second I was about to ask her to let me buy her lunch she sprinted away saying she had a meeting with a director".

"Ahh, she must be in her final year of University. I wonder if she knows Magnus. He goes here, doesn't he?"

"Oh yeah he does, maybe I should call Alec and ask him"

"Sounds like your best bet" he said.

"Anyway, I'm on my way back, I'll be there in 10." I said as I hung up the phone. It normally would take me about 5 minutes to get back, but I decided to take the long way back.

I wanted to engrain the memory of that fiery goddess in my mind.

I still haven't managed to make her smile once.

Every time I thought about her, I got inspired by her passion, her fury, her breathtaking emerald eyes. Her energy felt so familiar and vivid and alive. I craved it. She was my muse and I didn't even know her name yet.

She's the only person that isn't fazed by how famous I am. In fact, it seems she doesn't even know who I actually am.

Clary POV: A few days later

"Clarissa Adele Fray" Maia said into the phone slowly.

"What?" I asked putting away my laptop and textbooks into my backpack. I finally finished my first round of exams for my classes and was on my way out of the library when Maia called me.

I walked out of the front of the library down the staircases towards the art studio.

"Do you know who you are talking to? That golden angel you keep on talking about?" she asked.

I wasn't always talking about him, was I?

I shook my head, "Not really, I mean I don't even know his name or anything." I said passing by the fountain in the middle of campus.

Reaching into my backpack I pulled out a coin and flipped it into the fountain. A habit I've been doing since I started here. It doesn't hurt to wish for a bit of extra luck here and there.

It was my favorite water feature overall. They had stone sea turtles everywhere and it always made me so happy.

"Girl, his name is Jace Herondale!" she shouted into the phone.

"Am I supposed to know that name or something" I asked taking a seat on the edge of the fountain.

Campus was deserted right now since it wasn't time for passing in between classes yet.

"I swear you need to get social media" she said, I could feel her rolling her eyes at me.

"He is the biggest, newest, young and hot actor of 2020!" she said.

"Mister young and hot actor definitely heard me hurl earlier" I mumbled; this so would happen to me.

'He's going to be in that new zombie series, that's what they're filming on campus" she said.

I could hear her nails swiping as she read about him on her phone.

Ah, that makes sense, everybody right now is so into zombies and all that. Then there's me. There's no way in hell I'd watch a zombie movie, they freak me out way too much. Just thinking about I sent shivers up my spine.

'Exactly why I have no idea who he is, I hate horror movies or anything that's scary. Especially flesh-eating human eating zombies." I said.

"it's not a horror story apparently, it's a love story"

"About zombies?"

"Yes, about zombies"

"What has this world come to?"

"Hey hey, zombies need love too now" she giggled.

I laughed with her, "yeah yeah I know everyone needs love. Except for me, my heart is a blackhole, just the way I like it. It coordinates with my black soul". I laughed; I wish I was taking a swig from my wine glass right now.

"You want to think your heart is a blackhole, but you know just as well as me you're waiting for 'the one' she said.

I rolled my eyes, "I am not. I let that idea go my first year of university".

It was true, I had fallen so hard so fast my first year of university. When I said I tried everything I meant everything. I had my first boyfriend, lost my virginity, and experienced my first heartbreak within a 3-month span. It was a terrible time.

I remember crying every night wondering what I had done wrong to make him leave me. But I finally realized he was just using me for my energy. I comforted him in his darkest moments, I was the only light at the moment, he was too consumed from his own heart break. It was unfair of him to pull me in and shatter my heart and soul by the time I realized that it was too late.

I remember crying after our first time in my apartment in the shower trying to wash away all memories and thoughts of him. I could just feel that he was done with me. After that day he dropped off the face of the planet and left me with a gaping hole in my chest. I still can't believe I gave in to him. I guess I was so desperate to make him happy and make him stay that I willingly gave my everything to him.

I went into a heavy drinking binge and almost got kicked out of university for my failing grades, it was only with the help of Maia that I was able to be pulled out of that self-destructive hell. He destroyed me.

And I had let him.

It's been three years since then and I've been healing a lot. I've been cultivating my inner thoughts and I've been expressing myself artistically ever since then.

A lot of my art has to do with flowers and their different stages.

Withering flowers were my best drawings at the moment. Perhaps it reflected how I felt after those times in my subconscious. I'm still dealing with the trauma but I'm healing and opening more every day.

More light has been able to shine through ever since the cracks appeared in my chest.

"I know that, anyway I feel like you should just look into him okay. For yourself" she said.

"Why is there something bad about him that I should know?" I asked into the phone.

I don't know why I felt a small pang of uneasiness within my stomach.

What's the worst that he could have done.

Jace POV: A few days later

"Ah, you must be talking about none other than Miss Clarissa Adele Fray" Magnus said as he took a sip of the tea, he had ordered at the café we were at. It was extremely fitting since he was in fact 'spilling the tea' with me.

My security team had to accompany me to the café. There was a blockade made around my table because there were a good amount of people taking pictures and all.

Honestly, I don't know if I'll ever get used to this.

Luckily the blockade gave us enough space to talk without the hordes of people eavesdropping.

"Her friends call her Clary" Magnus stated.

Clary.

That name was so beautiful, just like her. It had a light note to it, just like her energy.

"You definitely know how to pick them Jace" he said with a grin and a wink.

I rolled my eyes at that comment.

But honestly who wouldn't notice her. She was gorgeous. I bet she was incredibly smart too.

Everyone around the table leaned in with smiles. By everyone I meant Magnus and Isabelle.

"So, who is she?" Isabelle asked with anticipation in her voice.

"She's the top student of the art department. She's made majority of all the art on the walls in the art buildings. She's really a Banksy of this university, but that's on the low key. She hasn't been painting around town in a while. Recently however, her work has been about flowers and their different stages. There is an emphasis on wilted flowers. Assuming that art is usually tied with emotions I feel like it represents how she feels right now and what she went through" he said softly.

I frowned, what could have hurt her so much.

"I honestly don't know if I should be telling you about this, but it was all over campus three years ago, so I guess you'd find out eventually anyway" he said as he looked at me with saddened eyes.

"She went to a party and was intoxicated; she had gone with her boyfriend that night. Something happened that night when I ran into her. She looked like she had been crying for hours and she looked so sad and hurt. It was devasting. She had told me she was fine and told me to get home safely" he added, "she truly does care about others so much. You can tell she always puts others feeling before her own".

"What I had heard later was Sebastian Verlac at that time had sex with her that night, taking her virginity. He dumped her right after saying he got what he needed" he finished.

I felt a pang in my stomach and an ache in my chest.

Guys who were like that were disgusting.

Sure, I was an ass and knew I looked good, but I would never do that to a woman. Never.

Guys like that weren't men, they were boys.

I couldn't believe that someone so beautiful, smart, passionate and ethereal as Clary could have experienced something so dark and traumatic. It hurt me to think about someone inflicting any sort of pain on her.

I really had no clue about her.

It's no wonder she hasn't cracked a smile with me yet.

In the moments I got to see her, the moments she wasn't mad at me or chewing me out she was a literally goddess on earth. I could tell she was kind and compassionate under that hard exterior. She must have built so many walls because of that experience. It made me treasure her even more, for letting me even be in her space.

No wonder she was so keen on that certain spot. It was her safe zone. It all makes sense why she would flip out on me.

By the angels, this woman was so much more complex than I thought.

Clary POV:

HEADLINES: Jace Herondale, hottest bachelor of the year, womanizer, next bachelor?

That's the first thing that popped up when I googled his name.

I closed my laptop as I turned to look out my window.

I don't know what I had expected.

Of course, this is what it was going to say about him. I mean he is gorgeous; he is as people would say 'sex on legs. He definitely was the sexiest man alive.

The reason he kept talking to me baffled me. Why would he talk to me?

What's his motive?

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