It's 2 am and I feel like writing so here's a new chapter...
I do not own The Mortal Instruments, because if I did I'd steal Simon and watch girls fight to the death over Jace. Then place bets. Oh, and I don't own Pride and Prejudice.
Clary fidgeted on the couch. She wanted to get up and do something, but they were stuck waiting for Sebastian . Isabelle looked equally as bored, but Aline couldn't stop talking about the football players.
"And they're all incredibly handsome. I just wanna take one and run away with him! Oh and The dark haired one asked about you Clary. I told him that you were my older sister and he asked if you'd be around, so of course I said yes. I think he likes you," Aline chattered. Clary perked up a bit. She was most likely talking about Raphael. She had ran into him yesterday and he'd been a bit strange.
"It's Clary right? The girl I ran into the day before yesterday?" He asked.
"The only redhead in town. Besides my mother that is," She responded.
"It's nice to see a familiar face," He said, then saw something behind Clary that had made his face contort with anger.
"Is that Jace Wayland?" He asked. She turned around and saw the golden haired boy walk into the book store.
"Yes."
"Does he live here in town?" Raphael asked with the same disgust.
"No, he's just staying at a vacation home with his friend Simon Lewis," Clary said. Her interest was peaked. Why was he acting so strange? How did he know Jace?
"Well I'll make note of that," he said and turned back to Clary, "So what are you up to?"
"Well I was going to head into the bookstore, but I'm not sure if I want to," She said. Jace could make her lose her temper, even if they were fighting over something as stupid as music selections. Raphael looked at her.
"Not a big fan of his?" He asked.
"Not even close," She replied. He nodded.
"That isn't uncommon," He said. She was about to ask what he meant when Jace walked out of the store carrying a book. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Raphael, then his face turned stoic. As he walked past, Clary took the chance to see what he'd say in front of Raphael
"What book did you get?" She asked.
"The Grapes of Wrath. My last copy fell apart," he responded.
"Well at least we can agree on book choices," She said.
"I guess," He responded. Clary could feel the angry tension between the two boys, and her curiosity was eating away at her.
"Have a nice day Jace," She said, attempting civility. He nodded at her and walked away. Raphael tapped her on the shoulder.
"I have to go play a scrimmage with my teammates, but I'll see you around," Raphael said. She smiled at him and turned to walk home with a million questions on the tip of her tongue.
Then yesterday Aline had gone to town with their aunt and Clary overslept, missing her chance to look after Aline. And so she came home and all her family heard for the rest of the night was how amazing the football players were. Sure they were amazing. And they all had ulterior motives. But she didn't know what to think about Raphael. He seemed different. And they could both agree on one subject, so he obviously wasn't bad at judging character. But she still didn't want him near Aline. Clary could hold her own.
"He's here," Isabelle whispered. Clary looked up to see a halfway handsome looking guy, with hair that looked too black to be real. She stood up and held out her hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Clary and these are my sisters Aline and Isabelle," She said. He looked at her and smiled. Then his eyes laded on Isabelle and widened a little. She had to suppress an eye roll. She saw that coming. Isabelle smiled slightly, then shook his hand.
"Hello," She said. He looked kind of sly.
"Hello," He said back.
"Hi," Aline piped up. Clary really did laugh now. Between Sebastian's instant attraction to Isabelle, Aline's need for attention, and Isabelle's look of discomfort, the situation was almost comedic. She felt like she was stuck in a Romantic Comedy moment. Or maybe everyone would burst into song.
"So why don't we have dinner?" Jocelyn said walking into the room. Everyone nodded and followed her into the dining room.
"Oh, Imogen's just so nice to take me in like this. She really has been hospitable," He said.
"Has she ever talked to you about her novels?" Clary asked.
"Imogen really likes to keep all of her work stuff to herself, I really just try to be good company," He said, not looking at Clary. He hadn't looked at any of the girls except Isabelle during dinner. Jocelyn and Luke got out of their seats.
"Anyone for dessert?" He asked. Everyone nodded. They got up to take care of that and Sebastian excused himself to go help.
"Isabelle you should have a fan club by the end of the month," Clary said. Isabelle laughed.
"Yes and this guys just going to be fighting for captain," Isabelle responded. It was Clary's turn to laugh.
"Hold on, I'm going to do something bad and go eavesdrop," Clary said. She snuck to the door of the kitchen and pressed her ear against it.
"Well Isabelle is sort of seeing someone, but Clary isn't," She heard her mother say. She ran back to the table and put her head in her hands.
"What is it?" Isabelle asked.
"You're not available so I'm gaining the affections of a certain someone," Clary said through her hands. Her muffled voice was self pity ridden.
"Oh, Clary. You poor thing," Isabelle laughed. Aline sighed.
"And as usual, I get over looked," She said. Isabelle and Clary looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"What?" Aline demanded.
"Sweety, you will never be overlooked," Isabelle said. Their parents returned with Sebastian in tow and through the rest of the night his main focus was switched to Clary.
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