Cold Fusion
Songs to listen to whilst reading this chapter:
For A Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic – Paramore
Amnesia – 5 Seconds Of Summer
Dance Dance – Fall Out Boy
I don't own any characters, books or films mentioned in this fanfiction.
This chapter will be in Jace's POV.
I have also fixed any spelling mistakes in the last chapter in this one.
I watch Clary mouth something to Isabelle, what a pretty mouth it is. Wait, no. Stupid Jace, don't think that. I look to Alec, he looks just as confused as I do about what Clary just said to Izzy. Mr. Donald is treating Clary like shit, and it isn't fair. Her weakest point in this class is acting, he knows this but yet he's making her be Lady Macbeth in the production.
At least we get to leave early, I suppose. Just as I'm walking out with Alec, I hear singing, quietly, but I can still hear it. It's Clary. I smirk at her, and she stops. I have to say something to her.
"Aw I was enjoying you serenading me, Poppy." I say a bit on the sly side.
She was about to say something back, when I heard a screeching. I hear a mighty crack, then I feel pain. I then hear a giggle, I look around and see Clary smiling.
"You DITCHED me. Not class. ME!" Aline screams at me, at the top of her voice too. I feel blood trickling down my face, the damned bitch had rings on.
"Oh yeah, I forgot." I say coolly, blushing her off.
"I thought you loved me..." She whines. I see Clary walk off without Izzy, Whom of which is standing next to her brother.
"Yeah, just 'cause we screwed, doesn't mean I love you. You know that I'm not into relationships." I reply.
"You-you're heartless." She says, trying to turn the tables on me. Izzy takes her leave, meeting the other loser-boy.
"The only person I love is me, you know that. It's not my fault you're easy and willing for anything with a pulse." I say nastily.
"That's enough Jace." Alec intervenes, I nod. Knowing that Aline is goingto start a war with me any minute now.
I walk slowly with Alec, trying to calm down. We don't talk, which doesn't help. Alec leaves me to go to study hall, I walk even slower to Blackwater's class.
When I get there, there's only one seat left.
Next to Clary.
When I sit down she sighs. She looks at me, I see it out of the corner of my eye.
"You should really get that seen to, Jace." She says a bit too carefully and I snap.
"I don't need some loser telling me what I should do." I say, venom laced through my words.
"I was only trying to help." She whispers softly, hurt coming through in her words.
I sigh softly. "Shit, I'm sorry, Poppy. I just... Well you saw." I run a hand through my hair. People saw it almost matches my eyes.
I blank out and when I regain myself back from... whatever I was thinking. She's holding some sort of cloth in her hands, wet with water.
"If you're not going to get it seen to, I'll do it for you." She says like a smart-ass.
She reaches up slowly, dabbing the fabric to my cheek. I flinch back a little, it hurts like a bitch. She holds my chin, I try to ignore the electric current passing through my skin where she's touching me. I open my eyes again, I catch her emerald ones with my gold pair. I see her concentrate further, she's adorable, the way her forehead creases and her tongue pokes out slightly. I want to kiss her there and then-
"There we are." She says, smiling slightly. I want to smile back, I can feel myself start to but I stop it.
She suddenly blushes crimson, then I notice everyone is staring at us. I growl lowly. No one should see Clary blush, apart from me.
"What?" I snap at them. They all look away, whispers ensue.
"Thank you... Jace." She whispers, hiding her face from me.
'No, don't do that. Don't hide your flawless, amazing face from me...' I think desperately. I want to reach up and brush a few red curls away, but I don't want more whispers about her and I than there already is.
She looks at me, her molten emerald eyes piercing into my soul, my heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest. I smile at her softly. Then I stop myself, and change it to a smirk, not letting on about my thoughts.
I lean over to her ear and whisper to her. "Like what you see?" I let it run off of my tongue, like I was talking to Aline. I'm rewarded by a little, extremely quiet, sigh. Which, obviously, sends my heart even crazier.. Her eyes flutter closed, then she opens them looking devilishly into my eyes.
"No." She leans in towards me, I feel my heart speed up even more. "I love it." She says as she nibbles my ear, I growl lowly. I then open my eyes, I didn't even realise that I had closed them.
"Ahem." We both snap our heads round to Mr. Blackwater. "Were you two paying attention?" He knows the answer, the smug bastard.
"Yes." I say, just as Clary says "No." We turn and glare at each other.
"He's lying, sir." She comes out with slowly, still glaring at me, I smirk.
"Good, thank you Clary for telling the truth. Maybe instead of partnering you up with Seth, for the experiments you will be preforming, I'll pair you up with Jace." He smirks. "Maybe you'll rub off on him."
"WHAT?!" We both yell in unison.
"But-but, sir, I need a good grade, and Jace won't give me that!" Clary says mortified, and bright red with anger.
"Oh, thank you so much for believing in me, Poppy!" I reply sarcastically.
"Well it's true! You do nothing but skip this class to go bang Aline or Kaelie!" She almost screams at the last sentence. I hear a hint of jealousy, I think.
"Seth." Mr. Blackwater exclaims for a bid to regain control over his class, Clary still seething. "Would you like to work with Miss. Fray?"
Seth looks at her with disdain. "No." He says venomously, I feel my hands clench into fists and my jaw clench. I'm ready to punch a bitch.
"Oh shut up, Seth! Just 'cause I caught you fucking Aline the day of our one year anniversary!" She almost screams, boiling full of rage. Her eyes are as dark as wet pine needles. I rest a hand on her, trying to calm her down but she's having none of it. She smacks it away. "I don't need pity or sympathy. From any of you!" She screams at the top of her voice. Tears streaming down her face. She bolts out of the classroom.