Every act must have a consequence
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Cassandra Clare.
The door was thrown open with a bang.
"What the hell?"
Simon stood in Clary's door way, without glasses, looking slightly dazed. His eyes became sharper as he stared in horror at the scene before him.
What was he doing in her room? Jace thought angrily, a disturbing surge of jealously threatened to overwhelm him. Clary leaped away from me as if she had been burnt. My jealousy flashed into anger.
Was she going to choose him? Again?
"Simon! What are you-I mean, I thought you were-" Clary stammered pathetically.
"Asleep? I was. Then I woke up and you weren't there, so I thought" Simon was flushed with anger, I could feel it radiating off of him.
"I'm sorry" she said.
Why is she apologizing? Does she regret spending tonight with me?
White hot rage shot through my body faster than a speeding bullet. If that was the way she felt…
"In future, Clarissa" I said coolly, becoming the distant and bitterly sarcastic man I'd always been "it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in you bed, to avoid such tedious situations"
Clary went red with embarrassment. Simon went redder still but because of a different reason. I was playing with emotions here; I didn't care.
"You invited him to bed?" Simon demanded looking shocked.
"Ridiculous isn't it? We never would have fit." My vice was smooth but the implications of my words were so acidic, I was burning a hole in Clary's attempt at keeping peace.
"I didn't invite him to bed" She snapped, trying to defend herself, my words had obviously stung. "We were just kissing"
"Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love" My voice mocked her acerbically in an attempt to hide how much she was hurting me.
"Jace…" She began reproachfully. I didn't want to listen. Malice burned through my veins, spreading like wildfire. I had never been so angry.
"Simon, it's late. I'm sorry we woke you up" Clary said dejectedly, knowing she had lost.
"So am I" Simon snapped, huffily he stomped back into the room, banging the door shut behind him.
Clary stared at me, her eyes full of remorse; they were begging for forgiveness.
I didn't care.
"Go on, go after him. Pat his head and tell him he's still your super special little guy. Isn't that what you always do?" I smiled at her mockingly.
"Stop it." She said, resigned. "Stop being like that" My wicked smile grew. I was verbally poking her and I had finally gotten a response.
"Stop being like what"
"If you're angry, just say it. Don't act like nothing ever touches you. It's like you never feel anything at all."
That stung. Showing emotion was weakness, that's what my father always told me. That's was why I always had my guard up, as Clary said. I had never shown any emotion until I met her; I resented her for it.
"Maybe you should have thought about that before you kissed me."
Words are weapons, Jace. They can hurt people more than a knife ever can.
There he was again. My father. I didn't push him away this time. Clary was looking at me incredulously.
"I kissed you?"
"Don't worry. It wasn't that memorable for me, either." With a bitter satisfaction I watched the hurt deep in her eyes. Then, without a second glance, I walked away before I could regret hurting her.
My footsteps echoed loudly in the corridor but not loud enough to drown out the quiet click, as the door swung shut behind Clary.
C'est finis!
Right, I'm done. Please tell me what you all think and thank you to all the people who have reviewed and all the people who actually bothered to read this. I am planning to do some more fanfiction for The Mortal Instruments in the future-you haven't heard the last of me!
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