Hey guys, I kind of forced myself to write that last chapter since I felt I owed you something so I'm sorry if it wasn't that good. At least I didn't think it was. On another subject I've been having typlexia. It's kind of like Dyslexia but only happens when I'm typing. My letters keep getting all jumbled when I go on Word so all I see are red lines everywhere. No it's not a real thing. I made it up. Maybe it could be a real thing. Driving me nuts. Anyway, haha, here's the next chapter. I hope ya'll like this one and PLEASE R&R!
Ps. Quick question…. HOW DO YOU SPELL STELE, STEELE. STEEL?
-Jen
Chapter
Marriage. Of course that was what Valentine wanted. Hadn't Jonathan told her something about a Partner? He had. She couldn't understand why he would try and help her. Or even why he would confide in her. That wasn't Jonathan. He had to have some kind of motive as well. Of course all these boys wanted something from her.
It was almost midnight. The party was slowly dying out. People who had children had gone home around nine. Other's had stayed to drink and some, like probably Jonathan had felt loneliness creeping into their pants. Rolling her eyes at the thought of her brother doing it right next door made her sick. At least his bed didn't touch the wall. Then she would've had to kill him and the girl so that she could get sleep.
Clary looked out at the city landscape. She stood on the terrace, a very large balcony stretching over the hillside and the entire length of the ballroom. I am not marrying Will. Clary told herself before pushing off of the railing. She was going to bed. IT was late and she was tired. So, she said goodnight to her father, walked past the large pile of presents, which she would open later with hopefully the help of Jace, and went up to her room. She took a deep breath before opening the door. Did Jace read the book? Would she have to punish him? Taking one more breath she swung the door open full force and stopped dead. Jace was sitting on Clary's bed with his feet on the headboard and his head on the mattress. He had the book in his hand and seemed to be reading. That wasn't what had made Clary stop though. Next to him on the bed was a portrait of him. One of her newer ones she'd done last week with oil pastels.
Jace sent a look her way. He held up a finger licked it, flipped the page, held up the finger again, then slammed the book closed and set it down, swinging his legs so that he was in a sitting position. "Hey Clar." He said. "Have fun at your party?" Was he pretending the painting wasn't sitting right next to him? Clary slammed the door shut, probably drawing the attention of Jonathan, though he could've lost his mind hours ago when he'd left with the bimbo from the bar.
"Where did you-"
"Get such good looking hair? You're shampoo and conditioner, babe. What was it called? Dove." (first I could think of)
"That." She said pointing. Jace again acted oblivious.
"You gave me this to read." Clary had the urge to slap him.
"My. Painting. You. Narcassistic. Dumbass." Jace dramatically pressed a hand to his heart.
"Owe, you just killed my poor heart!" He fell back onto the bed, lay there for a few seconds, and stood up.
"You're so funny." She snapped. Jace sat up. "Where did you get that." She knew exactly where.
"You know, this face could work in a art gallery. I mean, Look at it!" Again Clary rolled her eyes.
"Jace."
"The eyes are so bright.
"Jace. "
"The hair is so light."
"Jace!"
"And the artist is even prettier."
"JA- really?" No she shook her head. "Stop it Jace. I'm serious. Can't you be serious for a minute?" Jace studied his nails.
"It's not really in my nature." Clary ground her teeth.
"Where. Did. You. Find. It." Jace smiled.
"Upstairs. You've got yourself like- your own little Jace gallery up there." Clary sat on the edge of the bed.
"You weren't supposed to see those." No one was. "I- drew them to pass the time. I- didn't want to forget your face." Jace scooted closer.
"How could you forget this beautiful face?" He joked. Clary quirked a small smile there.
"When you're getting beat up, days kind of mesh together." She kissed Jace's cheek and stood. "Can you unzip me?"
A banging on the door woke Clary and Jace up from their sleep. Without waiting for a response Jonathan walked in, wearing his workout clothes. "Father wants you downstairs. Both of you." Clary looked at the clock. 7:00. Groaning, She sat up and hit Jace in the stomach, who'd just thrown the pillow over his face.
"Why?" She said, standing.
"You and me are training. Father wants to talk to Jace. I'll see you in fifteen." Without waiting for another response Jonathan slammed the door leaving Clary and Jace to get ready. Groaning Clary changed into black yoga pants and a blue skin tight enforcer shirt. She put on her sneakers, tied her hair into a ponytail and grabbed Jace. He had on a pair of jeans and a loose black t-shirt. Clary grabbed her new sword off of the floor and stuffed the new steel into her back pocket. She then proceeded to grab Jace's hand and pulled him out the door. Valentine stood at the entrance of the training room, with his arms crossed talking to Jonathan. As they grew nearer the two men quieted down.
"Clarissa," Valentine said calmly. "You've got presents sitting in the ballroom. You can get them during lunch. As for you Jace, follow me." Jace glanced quickly at Clary then back at Valentine. Sighing slightly, she gave him a small push. Valentine turned and began walking. Jace had no choice but to the follow. Something in his brain wouldn't let him. Pushing Jace out of her mind She followed Jonathan into the room.
"put the sword in the corner for now. We're doing hand to hand combat." Clary groaned. He just wanted to beat her up again. It wasn't that she was bad, because she knew that she wasn't. It was that he enjoyed it. His reasoning was that If the demon miraculously got the weapon out of your hands all you'd have to was your body. Groaning Clary got into a fighting stance. Jonathan smiled wickedly.
"So," Clary began. "How was your girlfriend last night." Jonathan circled her.
"She's not my girlfriend." He said coolly going for a jab. Clary ducked it.
"So she's your sex partner? You pay her Jon?' She ducked down and went to kick out his legs. He jumped over them and snarled.
"She's not a prostitute." Clary rolled over her right shoulder and onto her feet, avoiding Jonathan's foot by a millisecond. "Stop talking."
"Sit." Valentine gestured to a chair facing a one-way glass window. Jace, against his judgment did as he was told. Below, he could see Clary and Jonathan fighting, or somewhat fighting. He could see both of their mouths moving. "Anything to drink?" Valentine asked from behind him. Jace didn't like the fact that he couldn't see the man.
"No-thank you." He bit out the last part, remembering that what he did could affect Clary. Valentine smiled.
"You're attitude seems to be improving." He said taking the seat next to Jace.
"Not likely." He muttered. Choosing to ignore him, Valentine took a sip of his scotch.
"Nice view isn't it?" Valentine asked, viewing down where Clary had just tackled Jonathan. "I wish I could say I trust John to train her appropriately. However, his clear wish to kill her makes that a little hard." Jace swallowed. "They both train. I see a few unneeded punches once in a while. But it's all for the best. You see, I've made her almost unbeatable, aside from her brother. Clarissa and Jonathan together are like having a small army. They've synced. Clarissa will train you, Jace. On her own time. I want to see how capable she is of the job position." Jace turned towards him.
"Position?" Valentine waved his hand.
"I told Clarissa that if she successfully captured you I'd give her a promotion. She'd be as high up as Jonathan. Honestly, I hadn't thought she could do it. That's why I had Jonathan there as backup. But she surprised me nonetheless." Jace's mood went sour. She'd captured him for a job position? They both turned as one of the two down below cried out. Jace assumed it was Clary for she swung around and jumped full force on Jonathan, knocking him to the floor.