I AM TRASH. THIS TOOK FOREVER SORRY. School started which makes life a struggle for me and I basically have to focus on school all the time but I also hope to update soon! Whoo, okay um you guys are great? I feel like I need to clarify: Jace and Clary are not in a real relationship. Yeah, it kinda sucks but if they got together already my story would be finished and also remember that they don't really know much about each other.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare. Cover art by Cassandra Jean.
I felt myself engulfed in the scent of Jace and the feel of him inside me.
I walked out of the closet in a daze. I couldn't barely believe what I had just agreed to, let alone what I had done. I looked at the time and realized that the last period was already over. As if sensing my thoughts, the bell rang and students rushed into the hallway desperate to go home. I found Simon walking towards the door and forgot that I had my last class with him.
Again, I briefly considered telling my best friend what was going on but somehow the thought of what he would say made me want to keep him in the dark. What would Simon think of me?
"Hey" I said, tapping Simon on the shoulder.
He turned around. "Hey, Clary. I was worried about you. Where were you last period?"
"Oh, um, I was just at the nurse's office. I had a headache."
He looked suspicious, but let it go. I searched the hallway for a second to see if I could find Jace, but wasn't surprised that he was long gone.
"Hey, so Eric is going through some weird phase of liking poetry and he's forcing me to come watch him at Java Jones. It might be more bearable if you come along." Simon says while pushing out his lower lip.
"Fine", I say not being able to refuse Simon, "But why didn't you ask Isabelle? It could be like a date." I push open the doors as we start walking out towards Java Jones.
He raises one eyebrow at me. I've always wanted to do that. "Yes, because bringing Isabelle along to one hour of torture is a sure way to win her affections."
"Oh, but it's okay to make me endure the torture?" I ask.
"Eh, you're kinda stuck with me." He says and I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face.
Things with Simon always feel so casual, so natural. I think of Jace who seems to have the opposite effect on me. I feel so on edge around him, as if anything I do or say around him is wrong. I was scared to make one wrong move and he would lose interest. Because for some reason he found me interesting. Since when did I care what someone like Jace thought of me anyway?
We walk into Java Jones and again I wonder what I'm doing with Jace. I'm not the type of girl to have a meaningless fling yet this was exactly what I was doing. I couldn't help my physical attraction to someone like him and God knows why he was attracted to me.
I smell the familiar crisp scent of coffee that Java Jones always has.
"Why is that when its fall they make all these pumpkin flavors? Why should the deliciousness of pumpkin be confined to one season!" Simon says angrily.
"Ookay. Well you can finish contemplating the meaning behind that while getting me a coffee and I find some seats." I say.
He chuckles. "Anything you say Master Fray."
"Come my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!"
"Oh my God. I cannot believe my ears are actually hearing this." I say with my mouth hanging open slightly.
"If anyone asks, I do not know him." Simon says.
I looked around the room to see most people looking interested in Eric's terrible poetry. "I just can't believe people actually think this crap is poetry."
"Turgid is my torment!" Eric wailed into the microphone on stage. "Agony swells within!"
I slid down in the seat hiding my into Simon's soldier to stifle my laughter.
"Not funny Fray. This is seriously embarrassing for anyone associated with him."
"Okay, okay. I think we've had enough of this." When I look up ready to leave, I meet a pair of golden eyes.
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