Forgiving Angels
Chapter Two: Indifference
" I don't see what this has to do with me? " The aggravated teenage boy all but screamed at the blue eyed boy in front of him.
" Ahh, well you see. It has everything to do with you." The sparkly man said, stepping out from behind his dark haired boyfriend, who was blushing a deep tomato red as Magnus whispered something in his ear as he passed him. The annoyed tawny eyed teenager would have laughed if he hadn't caught the withering glare his adoptive sister threw at him.
" Jace, I'm going to give you a quick physics lesson. You know the sun, that big yellow thing in the sky? Newsflash, it doesn't revolve around you, so please can you just grow up for a second and let Alec speak?" The dark haired beauty spat out at the slouched figure on the ragged, dusty blanketed sofa.
"Hmmm. Well, Izzy darling, I beg to differ. How can the world not revolve around all this magnificence?" Jace replied defiantly, still not moving from his slumped posture. Isabelle did not miss that Jace stubbornly ignored her comment about Alec.
" Jace, this has been going on for months. I'm supposed to be your big brother, why aren't you letting me in?" Alec asked Jace desperately, his blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. Jace always admired and ridiculed Alec for being able to display his emotions so easily. On one hand, he respected Alec because Jace found it extremely difficult to express his emotions. He just bottled them up and used sarcasm and witty come-backs to fill in the cracks in his walls that he put up to stop people from being able to read the suffocating despair he burdened himself with every day. But then again he couldn't understand why he was so open about his emotions. Why he was so willing to reveal his weaknesses to others, who could possibly turn it against him. All of this was irrelevant as he realised all three of the people in the room were staring at him, awaiting his response.
" Jace. You're an amazing pianist and there's a music competition on Friday. Your grandmother Imogen will be there and I know you miss her terribly-"
Jace opened his mouth to object when Magnus clasped his hand firmly across his face, not only cutting off his words, but also his oxygen supply.
" -And before you try to deny it, I've listened in on a few of your phone calls. Not only will you finally see your grandmother and speak to her in person, but you can display your talents. And if you win, you get a $500 prize." Alec took a deep breath as he finished his speak, secretly pleased with himself that Jace didn't interrupt, only to turn towards him and find his adoptive brothers face an alarming shade of purple.
"Magnus!" Isabelle shouted, obviously coming to the same conclusion as her brother. Magnus looked between the siblings confusedly, before his feline eyes settled on the golden haired boy he was suffocating.
" Oh shit! Sorry cornflake!" Magnus exclaimed as he jerked his hand away from Jace's face. As Jace was rolling on the floor gasping and flapping about like a demented fish, the youngest child of the lightwoods, Max, walked through the door. Being totally engrossed in the Manga story he was reading, it took him a while to pull his face from the book and realise he had just walked over Jace, whose face was starting to go its normal colour again.
" Hello Max, what brings you to this part of town" Magnus asked the eight year old boy softly yet jokingly. Max studied the sparkling figure standing in front of him, starting from his shining purple shoes to his cyan blue hair, shedding glitter with every slight movement. The end result was a trail of sparkles wherever Magnus travelled. Max nodded at Magnus before turning to Jace and holding out his arm, revealing a crisp white envelope encased in his tiny hand.
" Its addressed to you. The return address is from Idris music competition. I didn't know you were competing Jace." Max looked at his older adopted sibling accusingly, crossing his arms over his small chest, wincing slightly when it brushed across a fresh wound he received at school. Jace, seeing Max's pain began to worry for him, but before he could ask after him Isabelle sent him out with a strong glare, telling him to go back to reading at leave them alone to talk about important things. Max left the room, not before turning to Isabelle and blowing a raspberry at her, then slammed the door on his way out.
Jace glared at Isabelle, who shrugged indifferently.
" You would have signed up eventually, why delay? " She replied, studying her nails for non-existent imperfections. Magnus sighed and tried to bring the topic back on point, all to no avail. Before he could utter a single word, Jace left the room in pursuit of his favourite sibling, leaving the room behind him a shocked state of silence.
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The read haired girl breathed heavily as she completed her 17th lap around her basement track, leaning over and bracing herself on her aching legs.
" Nice job Clarissa, you cleaned off three minutes from your best time."
"John, for the last time stop calling me that. You of all people know that anyone who calls me anything other than Clary is going to walk away with a shiner, if they walk away at all." The last part of Clary's comment was muttered under her breath.
" So Clarissa, I hear youre competing in idris' music competition. What you going to be performing for the wonderful inhabitants of New York?" Johnathan asked, ducking when Clary jumped to tackle him- sending her sprawling across the floor.
" The song I'll be playing at your funeral." She growled, crouched in a predatory position, ready to pounce on Jonathan if he so much as breathed the wrong way.
"John, leave your sister alone. Clary good job, dinners on the table if you're-"Before Luke could finish his sentence, the small redhead had sped past him and charged her way into the kitchen, where her mother was flipping the last of the coconut pancakes onto a large plate.
"Clare-bear, could you do me a humungous favour and put this on the table for everyone?" Jocelyn asked her daughter.
" Using big words will not magically make me want to do jobs for you, but of course ". Though Clary was exhausted after her four hour workout, Clary strongly believed in respect. There was no way on Earth that she would deny the chance to help someone, unless she held a grudge against them- which was quite common with people in her school.
Looking at Clary and her mother, there was no denying that they were not mother and daughter. Clary was almost the carbon copy of her mother, aside from a few minor details. Such as the tattoo that Clarissa had trailing from her middle finger on her left hand to her wrist. At first her mother objected to the design of vines trailing across her hand, until Clary mentioned that her close friend Bat, would be doing the tattoo. Jocelyn couldn't deny that the tattoo did look very nice on her daughter, but it also dredged up dark memories that Jocelyn fought to lock away every day. Clary didn't know anything about Jocelyn's past, and she was adamant that it would stay that way.
" Mom, Clary's taken most of the pancakes!" Jocelyn heard her son Sebastian shout from the adjoining room. The mother simply chuckled under her breath, knowing it was a waste of breath trying to argue with Clary about food.
" Sebastian, unlike you, I work out, so I am allowed to eat whatever crap I want. Whereas you and your pudgy ass barley make it off the sofa before you need to be rushed to the hospital for an aneurism!" Clary retorted, her words slightly distorted by the large mouthful of food she had.
" Clare, Seb, behave. If you want more pancakes I'll make them-" Jocelyn spoke as she entered the living, laughing at the scene before her.
Luke had initiated a huge rugby pile-up, consisting of Sebastian at the bottom in a huge starfish, Jonathan on top in an almost identical position. Topping it off was Luke, lying on his back on top of both writhing boys, sporting Clary sitting on his chest with her legs crossed- grinning, manically.
" Mum, tell them I'm the ultimate champion. These miscreants can't seem to admit defeat. And anyway, as our mother, you're automatically referee for every stupid game I win." Clary spoke to her mother, never once losing her smug grin. Jocelyn sighed but before she could make a motherly comment about the boys messing up the rug, the doorbell rang.
" Clary. " The group vote was unanimous. 'revenge' Johnathan mouthed with-mock vengeance.
" Uhh, guys. Can someone open the door please. These delicious muffins are freezing " A voice shouted through the door. It was early November and the weather was unforgiving. Clary couldn't find a single view worthy enough of her canvas, so she worked off all her aggravation in the basement gym- it did wonders for her.
At the mention of food, Clary raced for the door, scrambling on the hardwood floor in her fuzzy socks her mother had insisted she wear at the dinner table- so her feet never got cold. More like so she could never run away if her mother wanted to have the 'sex-talk' with her again. Clary shivered at the memory as she opened the door.
" Food? Where's the muffins?" Clary looked up at her life-long best friend with puppy dog eyes no one could resist. The boy at the door grinned and said:
" I meant these delicious ass cheeks. Exercise has does wonders on all of this" he gestured across his body. Clary grinned back at her friend, who was currently hanging his navy blue scarf and black parka on the coat hanger next to the door.
" I'm sorry, I must have misheard you Simon. Did you say exercise or extra fries?" Simon huffed and walked past Clary in a play tantrum. He nodded to everyone in the dining room as he past the door, making his way to the stairs.
"Si?" Clary asked sweetly hugging the scraggly brown haired boy she'd known forever. "Food?" she begged him. Simon, believing for a second that he had the upper hand grinned at the redhead and revealed a pack of chocolate glazed doughnuts. Big mistake.
Clary grabbed the packet and before he could react, she was halfway up the stairs running to her room. Simon sighed and jogged up the stairs after the energetic beast, huffing before he reached the top. 'Extra fries? Too true' he chuckled to himself before he barged into Clary's room, and sat next to her on the cosy queen size bed.
" Have you completed your history essay? " Clarissa glared at the empty packet of doughnuts, silently blaming it for the purgatory that is school. She twisted her neck toward Simon slowly, scowling as she stared at him.
" I thought only owls could do that" Simon asked, thoroughly grossed-out. Clary shrugged nonchalantly.
" I'm a ninja. You should know this Simon. How many times have I had to save your butt at school? And look, not a scratch." She replied, throwing the empty packet at him.
" Thank you! Oh Clary! How did you know? I've always dreamed of one of these for my birthday! I feel so loved! " Simon squealed, tackling Clary into a hug- throwing them both on the plush white carpet spattered with paint from when Clary got too carried away with her art.
" Who's the ninja now? " Simon whispered mockingly in his friends ear. Clary grumbled as she shoved him off her.
Both the Fray boys charged through the door and tackled Clary to the ground.
" There was a loud noise. The house is on high alert. As your CPO's your life is of utmost importance!" Jonathan shouted over his sisters groans.
" Save the fugly! " Sebastian announced, only to be violent punched in the face.
" Get off me you fucking idiot! How much do you weigh troll?" Clary shouted in his face, attempting to clamber over both the boys- just to be tackled once again by Simon.
" I will kill you Lewis. " Clary spoke menacingly in a low voice. " Slowly and painfully. I will cut of your bollocks with a hacksaw, while you are fully conscious. I will then put them in a jar of vinegar and place them in my wardrobe, so every day when I go in there, I am reminded by the time you would not move your past ass off me! " The redhead was shouting in her friends face.
Simon knew she was kidding, but just listening to Clary's brutal threat made his balls hurt with sympathy pains. Needless to say, all three of the boys jumped off Clary and ran from the room in a heartbeat, hands covering their balls.
" And that." Clary spoke into the silence " is how you clear a room. "
Hi guys. i updated early. i know its a bit of a filler chapter but its just a little insight into the characters lives in this story. I'm writing chapter 2 as we speak and that is where all the drama will start. Please feel free to review and as i said before, i embrace all constructive criticism, just no hate. I hope you enjoy. Until next time
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