Jace's POV:
"You are amazing!" I murmured against Clary's lips. "Thank you." Clary pulled away, her face a beautiful shade of pink.
"We can stop. She's gone," she said and looked at her hands. I put my finger under her chin and lifted her face up. Her emerald eyes met my golden ones, they were filled with confusion.
"What if I don't want to stop?" I whispered huskily. Her eyes darkened with lust.
I slammed my lips down on hers and she gasped slightly before her arms went around my neck. Her fingers tangled in my hair and my arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against my body. I licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance which she granted. My tongue slipped into her mouth and we fought for dominance. My whole body was on fire, my nerves tingling as I inhaled her sweet scent. My hand slid to her lower back, bowing her body against mine. Clary moved her hands down until they were on my arms. She ran her hands over the muscles and I shuddered, biting her lower lip gently. We broke away for arm but I rested my forehead against hers.
Clary's POV:
Jace's forehead was on mine as our chests rose and fell quickly, gasping for air. Once our breathing had slowed to a normal pace Jace say back but grabbed my hand, entwining our fingers.
"Clary," he began and took a deep breath.
"Awww, is the Jace Lightwood nervous? Awww!" I teased and he looked up at me from under his eyelashes. My heart flipped. He was going to say that it was a mistake and shouldn't have happened.
"...and I really like you so will you be my girlfriend?"
"What?" I asked incase I had misheard.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" He repeated. I looked at him, shocked. I knew then that I liked Jace too. Maybe even more than liked. "Forget it, you don't feel the same. I'm an idiot. I'm sorry," he rambled on and I grabbed his face between my hands.
"Jace. I would love to be your girlfriend!" I told him, looking into his golden orbs. He breathed a sigh of relief and I pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
Izzy's POV (Ikr!) :
I got home from Simon's at 11. I took off my shoes and headed upstairs to see if Clary and Jace were still awake. Mayrse and Robert should be home in a bit. They had gone out again. I knocked on Jace's door and opened it to let out a gasp at the sight in front of me.
"Finally!" I squealed as Jace and Clary broke apart from a mini make out fest.
"Ssh! You'll wake Max," Jace spoke quietly.
"Sorry. Why didn't you tell me? When did this happen? How did it happen? Clary I need details!" I babbled on until another gobsmacking thing happened.
"Calm your tits Iz," Clary rolled her eyes at me.
"But... you... You just... you just spoke?" It came out sounding like a question.
"And insulted Kaelie!" Jace piped up.
"Oh? Tell me!" I demanded.
"Kaelie came over to work on homework with me. Then she tried to seduce me and stripped," Jace gagged.
"Then I burst in, called Jace my boyfriend and called her a slut." Clary added and Jace put his arm around her, kissing the side of her head.
"Awwwww! You two are soooo cute!" I said, repressing the urge to squeal again. I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture. "You two are going to be my lock screen," I told them, cropping the photo and setting it on my phone. "Then what happened?"
"We kissed. I asked Clary out and she said yes," Jace smirked. "Then we kissed some more,"
Clary's POV: (The next morning)
Izzy had dressed me earlier, claiming that I had to look perfect for Jace. I was wearing a grey skater skirt and a denim skirt that was tucked into it with the sleeves rolled up. I had a small beige belt wrapped around my waist. I had also put down my foot when she pulled out some heels. Instead I was handed some grey vans.
Izzy was wearing ripped blue jeans, a black peplum top and a white leather jacket along with white stilettos. She had also decided on a black channel handbag. I put my hair in a fish tail plait that reached my hips and put on mascara and eyeliner whilst Izzy did her makeup. When we were done we headed downstairs. Jace's eyes bulged when he saw me.
"You look gorgeous," he kissed my head and I smiled, pulling my hair over my shoulder and around to the front of my body.
We drove to school, picking up Simon on the way. He grinned at me and I grinned back.
"Hey Si," I had said and he had stared at me, trying to form words but failing, opening and closing his mouth whilst looking at Izzy.
"I know," she had said. We pulled into the car park and the crowd of people moved out the way when they saw whose car it was. When We parked Jace opened my door for me and helped me out. He wrapped his arm around my waist and Izzy and Simon followed us across the parking lot. People gaped at us. When we passed the slut group they glared at me. I waved at them which pissed them off even more. The bell rang then and Jace walked me to homeroom with Izzy.
"I'll see you later," he gave me a chaste kiss and turned on his heel, heading away. Izzy and me sat at the back of the room. Tom sat on my desk.
"Hi Clary!" He said and started to talk about some film that was on at the cinema. He didn't stop and I looked at Izzy who drew a finger over her neck. I smirked and starts doodling before I interrupted him.
"You know Tom, as the great warrior-poet, George Carlin, once said: "Why don't you play hide-and-go-fuck-yourself?" I asked sweetly. Unfortunately the teacher happened to walk in at that point.
"I heard that. Your normal teacher is ill, I'm taking over today. Now who said that?" Crap. I looked up to see Luke. The class was silent. I raised my hand. "Yes Clary?"
"It was me," I told him and examined my nails. Luke stared at me.
"You... You said that?" He asked and I nodded.
"Yup," I popped the P.
"Did you say anything else?" He asked, his eyes narrowing.
"No. Although I am quite fond of: On your marks, get set, go fuck yourself. Or sometimes there are no words for how I feel so thank god that we have middle fingers. Then there's I'm drawing you a map so when I tell you to go to hell you know where to go. Is that enough Luke?" I asked sweetly, the class erupting in laughter.
"That is unacceptable Clary!" Luke was getting angry now. This made my day. It was his fault. And mine. It was our fault but mostly his.
"No!" I stood up, "I'll tell you what is unacceptable! Unacceptable is sleeping with a woman who was married with a kid! Unacceptable is getting her to want a divorce! Unacceptable is being the reason that they're dead!" I was yelling now. All my anger from the past 12 years was being released right now. I continued in a deadly quiet voice, ignoring the teachers that had walked in and the quiet students. "So don't tell me that I'm unacceptable because you know nothing about me. You don't know what I have had to go through because of you! The definition of unacceptable, Luke, is you! You forgot what I know and what I can do!"
"Clarissa!" Another teacher yelled but Luke interrupted in a normal time.
"Thank you Clary for helping me in this little project. So you see class, drama can be important in your lives," Luke proceeded to give a mini lecture on Drama performances, thanking me, persuading the teachers that that was all it was. I smirked at Luke. I had him wrapped around my little finger and I said so to Izzy. She laughed and agreed.