When I'm Missing You
Chapter 7
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'Where are you going?'
'Out.'
'Isabelle!'
'What?'
'You were supposed to be looking after Max tonight.'
'Alec will do it. He never goes anywhere anyway.'
'Isabelle Lightwood, you turn around this instant!'
'I don't think so, Mother.'
I was out the door before she could utter another word, pulling a silver mobile phone from my pocket.
O.o
It had been a week since that night in the club, and not only I had I not even glimpsed Isabelle, but I kept seeing people with horns and wings and green skin just wandering around the streets of New York , my phone had gone missing and Clary and I still weren't talking.
Clary and I.
One year ago, those three words were like a dream come true. I loved her, and she loved me.
Now, I was kissing other girls in the backrooms of clubs.
No, I was kissing a single other girl in the backroom of one club.
And that girl, it seemed, killed demons with a gold whip for a living.
I dropped my head against the wall with a pained groan. I didn't know what I was doing.
Just then, the shrill tone of our home phone rang through the house. Seconds later it stopped and I heard my mother's soft voice murmuring into the speaker.
And then she was pushing open my door and thrusting the phone out to me.
'It's for you,' she said, rather needlessly, I thought. 'Someone's found your phone.'
She threw the phone into my lap and walked out.
I stared at it for a moment, a mixture of fear and hope mingling in my stomach.
Fear for the possibility of Clary being on the other end of the phone.
And hope for the exact same reason.
I pressed the phone to my ear:
"Hello?"
"I have your phone."
And suddenly, I didn't even remember my girlfriend's name.
All I remembered was her smell, her touch, her eyes, her lips pressed and burning against mine –
"You stole it? Why am I not surprised?"
"I didn't steal it," she replied, her voice tinged with irritation. "I borrowed it."
"Are you going to give it back? Or just call me in the godforsaken hours of the morning?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On whether you'll meet me at Pandemonium tonight."
My blood crashed through my ears. My hands shook. Heat prickled along my neck.
What she as asking was not wrong, because she didn't know.
What I was doing definitely was.
Because I was going to say yes.
O.o
Pandemonium was loud, as always. I shoved my way through the crushing, dancing crowds until I reach the bar. Spotting a stool, I sat down quickly and surveyed the smoky club, searching for her dark hair and secretive eyes.
Five minutes, ten, fifteen –
And then there she was in front of me, looking beautiful and unreal in a tight red dress. Her hair was down, flying free around her slightly sweaty skin.
She grabbed my hand, and pulled me up past the dancers, past the couples making out on the lounge, past the bouncers.
And out onto the New York streets.
I followed her blind as she took me through streets, alleys, across roads, down avenues until we reached the gazebo at Turtle Pond in Central Park.
Isabelle pulled me down onto one of the seats and whispered in my ear.
"Kiss me," she said.
So I did. And as her fiery lips enclosed mine, I knew there was no going back. I knew I couldn't be without this girl.
Because she was like a drug, and I was already hooked.
Hello! First off I apologise for not updating in forever but my school has been giving almost illegal amounts of homework AT THE SAME TIME! they are prue evil, I swear.
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