That french fry thing is something that Raquel and her 'guy issues' problem thing had come from. It happened on their way to McDonalds. Cute, eh? Small fluff there. Nothing big. Hope you enjoyed it. Please keep reviewing, favouriting, and following!
Why didn't he pull away? He was supposed to pull away! Clary kept her head down and her hair covering her face so the redness wouldn't show. She didn't plan on getting so close to Jace's lips, let alone touching them before hand. What shocked her was how he took the bait and didn't protest against that almost kiss. If only she hand't ruined it, she would have lost her first kiss within those few seconds she had. Why wasn't he following her? Was he too dazed by that almost kiss trick she played? Or was he mad? She didn't see his expression before leaving and just heard his voice. Even that she found was masked with a coverup of emotions.
Her locker combination wouldn't open so she felt like breaking the lock itself. Instead, a slim fingered hand came to help her out. It was one who was familiar with her locker combo.
"You okay there?" asked Izzy to her side. Raquel could see Simon walking the other way.
"Wow, after all I did for you I don't even get a hello. That's nice," she spoke loudly. Simon knew it was for him so he awkwardly turned around and walked back.
"I'd figured you two would go all girl talk so I didn't want to intrude," sighed Simon as he slowly pivoted on his feet.
"We need a guy opinion on this, don't ditch," ordered Izzy and she clung onto his arm.
"Hey, I'm okay with all this as long as I don't third wheel, got it?" The new couple nodded. "What's this about a guys opinion?"
"Well, after that whole scene with Jace out there…"
"What scene?" asked Clary as she got her things from her locker as fast as possible. She wasn't lying when she said she didn't want to be late.
"Ya know, the whole french fry thing everyone could see," said Izzy as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"You saw all that? The french fry thing?" Izzy laughed at the question.
"You do remember how popular Jace is with girls and the sports teams, right? That's the majority of the school. He may not know them, but they all definitely know him." Clary's face burned and she instantly felt as if she dug up her own grave.
"You were about to kiss the guy! No one has ever gotten away with tricking Jace Herondale into a kiss without getting hurt, or in the worst case, humiliated."
"By who?" the redhead asked.
"Jace himself," replied Simon.
"Didn't we just become friends?" sighed Clary as she banged her forehead against her locker.
"Well… you're the closest anyone has ever gotten to being 'friends' with Jace in such a short amount of time. I guess there's a little bit of Simon and Alec but… that's just a reliable friend and a non-biological brother." Clary banged her head against the locker again.
"I'm not saying you should get closer and become his best friend of even become his girlfriend but, I honestly think it's a good thing that he has a closer friend than just me and someone who isn't his brother," says Simon. He's right, no matter what I use to protest in my head. Everyone needs a friend, and from personal experiences, I understand where he's coming from.
"What about my brother? They're close, aren't they?" asks Clary.
"After Jonathan went to university, they've had a slight… falling out," informs Izzy, her eyes quirking in awkward angles as well as her lips.
"I couldn't be the only one… why me though? What do I have that's so special he is somehow interested to become my best friend?"
"You don't fawn over him like all the other girls in this school does," says Simon. "He told me once that was how he could see you were different and was grinning over it." Clary hit her head on the locker again.
"Would you stop that? You're denting your skull," Izzy complains and turns the girl around to face them. "Just act all normal for now and see where it takes you two. That's an order, got it?"
"Yes," Clary sighed. And finally, the bell rang.
At the end of school, she found Jonathan standing by his still brand new looking car. Since he was in university and organized his schedule well, he was able to pick Clary up from high school every Wednesday. The day of the week that always felt slow.
"I've stood here long enough to know Jace has a new girl. By any chance, would that happen to be you?" teased Jonathan as she approached the car.
"That depends. He has a 'new girl' every alternate day," Clary replied, opening the door to the sports car.
"I'll have you know, it's every week. Not day," came a deep voice behind her. Jonathan whistled.
"I don't care. Jonathan, let's go. I want ice cream." Jonathan shrugged at her straightforwardness.
By the time Jonathan had started up the engine, Kaelie, a slut with underwear that was just enough to pass as clothes had started to flirt with Jace, yet he seemed to pay no attention to her. Not enough to flirt back anyway. What was odd was how Kaelie was actual an AP student but always went for the body first. She cared about her grades, yes, but it was always boys first.
"Step on it," Clary glared as she hugged her bag tight.
"Sorry bro! Come by to the basement sometime. That's where I be!" Jon attempted sounding cool and it worked for him, the whole sports car and everything. Clary felt she ruined his image but he never took shame on her.
"No probs. I'm a little… busy anyway," replied Jace, finally curling his arm around Kaelie's waist. Clary suddenly felt a pang of hurt rush through her chest. Was it jealousy? She had gotten a crush on Jace and over it too many times to count, but that was all based on his appearance. And he went after all the asian looking girls anyway. That may be her, but there were actual asians in the school. Asian meaning the Chinese, Japanese, Korean, too pale to be human kind. There are loads, obviously, but that was his type. (We're not trying to be racist or offensive. We're just trying to describe Jace's… fetish? Yeah. Sorry if you took that part the wrong way)
Clary's brother did as told and sped off, away from the school. Through the mirrors, which she had not even noticed, was a golden, hormonal teenager that had only one thought in his mind. Who is she?
Back at home, Jonathan demanded to know every detail of what happened that made his sister react to Jace like that. She was never snappy and never talked back. Whenever he visited, it would be mutual between them. A simple 'hey' to acknowledge one another's presences and that would be just fine. Now… now that they were talking to each other, things had gotten slightly more… complicated.
Clarissa told her story of the lunch period starting when she left Simon and Izzy after they were finally together and could be recognized as a couple. Jonathan gradually built up his listening skills and right when Clarissa got to the 'best part,' his ears perked up like Scooby Doo's.
"Since I know what happened, I can help you out a little more." Jonathan clapped his hands and rubbed them together like a 'professional' as he calls it. "You've tricked Jace, and Jace is never tricked. He is either teased, flirted with, or someone to go to for advice on sports or how to get laid. You don't trick him into a kiss. Especially, a kiss. That's in bold in his rule book. To get you out of where you are, you just have to let him win without making things too obvious. Go through the scenario again tomorrow, like déja vu. After that, make sure he gets his way and you succumb to it. That'll get him off your back and the tension will be aaaalll gone."
Clarissa was appalled at how well her brother knew Jace. They weren't as close as they were before, but it felt as if they hadn't lost contact at all.
"Doesn't that mean he gets his ego back?" she asked.
"Even so, that's Jace. Treat it like his signature." Clarissa considered this. Did she really want to get to know the egotistical Jace? She experienced being with the easygoing one when they were playing with fries in his car… that was that Jace she wanted to know. The considerate, funny, and somewhat gentle Jace Herondale.
"Ok." And she left the room.
The next morning, Clarissa wore skinny jeans, a casual t-shirt with a plaid unbuttoned layer on top. Converse was a must and so was tying her hair up.
Once she left the house, her heart skipped a beat at the thought of being another step closer to Jace. What is this? She questioned herself. He's a dickhead and is out of me league. You've gotten over him time and time again. You can do it again. She thought to herself. It seemed to motivate her more into acting coldly against him.
As she approached the school and students were going to the lockers, looks were given her way. She felt slightly uncomfortable, but decided to walk through it. At her locker, she met Izzy and Simon in a very… intimate embrace. Izzy had her back pressed against Simon's while his arms were wrapped around her waist.
"I didn't expect things to escalate this quickly," she muttered as she opened up her locker.
"Between you and Jace or between us?" asked Izzy. For some reason, Clary felt her cheeks heat up and decided to hide behind her locker door.
"You two," she supplied quickly. Simon and Izzy just chuckled in response.
"How about telling us the truth and saying that you just hate the stares people have been giving you?" Simon suggests as he releases Izzy from his arms.
"I thought that would be implied," Clary muttered back. Her forehead hit against one of her locker shelves and sighed.
"Why is this happening?" she groaned. "I didn't make that much of a scene yesterday!"
"It's not that," trailed off Isabelle. "Everyone's saying Jace is getting soft with you and actually might become your future boyfriend. A lot of girls have already come up to me about you, asking if he's taken you 'home' yet."
Another bang on the forehead.
"Seriously?!" Clary punched her locker door in frustration. "I swear we're not as close as everyone thinks."
"Well, how close do you want to be with him?" asked Simon. Right in the feels.
"I don't…" Clary quickly took what she needed from her locker, placed it in her schoolbag, and locked the door shut.
"Yeah, how close do you want to be with me?" Clary looked up to see Jace surrounded by his American Football team.
"Jace, don't intimidate her," warned Izzy.
"I'm not. I'm just asking a question." Jace turned his attention back on the flushed faced redhead. "Well, do you have an answer?"
Clary replied all too fast. "No." and darted from her locker. She sped walk to the other side of the school where her next class was, but heard footsteps going after her. She didn't want to check to see who it was so she just kept walking. By her left hand, she could feel a change within the atmosphere.
"Clary!" Jace was running after her, she figured. His hand was close to hers, but that wasn't what disturbed her. He was making scene and she knew it. That's what he wanted, attention. If he wanted an audience, he could have just said so.
Clary turned around and grabbed the hand that was about to reach her. With natural skill, she put the golden teen into a lock with her one hand. In an instant, Jace was on his knees, his arm locked behind him with Clary looming over him.
"What do you want?" she spat.
"An answer," he replied with a strained voice.
"Well, you're not getting one." Clary let him go and continued to walk along until he came at her again. This time, Clary put him in a thumb lock, bringing him to his knees again.
"You're very persistent, aren't you?" She smirked as she brought his face closer to hers. Her father had taught her how to be intimidated and always win. She was putting that knowledge to use.
"An answer from you is all I want."
"Why do you want my answer? You have plenty of other girls to ask," she questioned.
"It's because they aren't you." Clary was taken aback for a moment but didn't let it phase her.
"What was that?" Jace questioned.
"What was what?" She was confused.
"There was a flash of something in your eyes. What was it?" Clary thought about her answer for a second.
"If you knew me well enough, you'd know. If you knew me as well as Simon and your sister do, you'd know," she admitted. In a way, some part of her heart hoped it implied that she wanted to be closer to him, but not just to become his 100th play toy. If they were going to develop some sort of relationship, she'd want to be someone important to him. Knowing that's the way he worked, she wouldn't let him near if he was going to toy around with her.
"What if I want to get to know you?" Clary released her lock against him and let him stand. "What if I told you that ever since I saw you, I have loved you and have only gone out with other girls to try to get over you. What would you do then?" Clary could already sense a sort of silence within the school. Why won't the bell ring already? She pleaded.
"I wouldn't believe you," she finally responded.
"Why? What have I done that would make you not believe me if I said 'I love you' right here, right now?" Jace asked, a serious look within his golden eyes. With the glamour though, they would look more hazel.
"It's not what you have done. It's what you haven't done. You haven't tried to get to know me. You have never shown any interest in me after the first time you came over to my house to see my brother. You don't even know me. You can't love someone you don't know." You're going waaay too deep into feelings there, Clary. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
"What if I want to love you?" he pressed on.
"You can't force yourself to love someone," Clary pointed out. Love was natural and even a dickhead like Jace should've known that.
"Fine, then will you go out with me? One date, that's all I ask." Clary thought for a bit and looked around. Huh, they did have an audience. She found Isabelle and Simon both staring at her front row. Simon nodded, Izzy shook her head. Looking back at Jace, he looked just about as serious as he would be when trying to kill a greater demon.
"No."
Gasps were heard throughout the main hallways of the school as that one word travelled through to each and every student's ears.
"No?" Jace just had to choose now to become egotistical again. "Clary, I'm only going to tell you this once, no one turns down a date from Jace Herondale. Just, no." Looking at the state Jace was in now, Clary knew there was no way he was going to become serious again. Looking at her phone, she realized the bell was going to ring within two minutes. She needed to get this done fast.
"Is that just a nice way of saying, 'I just got rejected?'" Clary teased. "Well, face reality asshole, you just got rejected." She began to walk away and people made way for her naturally.
"Clary!"
"What now?!" she said frustrated as she turned around.
"How close do you want to be me with me?" She thought for a moment again.
"Think of yesterday during lunch. I want that. But, you're too much of an egotistical asshole to know how to be friends with a girl instead of taking her out for one-night stands so, I doubt anything like that will ever happen."
"I'll make it happen," Jace insisted.
"Do whatever the hell you want. I don't care. So either be nice or fuck off."
With one last glance at her long lasting crush, she stuck a middle finger up at him and left everyone to stare after her. So much for going through déja uv.
Sooo… sorry for another late update but exams are near and we're all stressing out. Math and Geography are mmaajooorr problems for all of us. P.S. that scene at the end where Clary got pissed at Jace, that did happen between the guy Raquel had problems with before. It wasn't as exaggerated but it was extreme. Oh, also know that this happened over courses of time, not day to day unless it says' the next day' or something along the lines of that. We need this story done ffasstt. Review, favourite, and follow!
