Today is January 1st, 2010!
Jace hesitated outside Clary's door. Should he really take a chance and knock? She told me to stay away from her. Maybe I'm just being a bother. He thought, and began to turn away. Then, he decided to turn back and knock.
Clary was broken out of her thoughts by three knocks on her bedroom door. Who would want to talk to her anyway? She placed the photograph that she was staring at under her mattress and went to answer the door.
Clary sighed. What could this guy possibly want now? "Hey." she said carelessly, hoping her tone would make him go away. "Hi, Clarissa." he replied, flashing his sparkling teeth. Clary couldn't take any more of him calling her by her full name. "It's Clary. And what do you want?" she asked, annoyed. Jace's expression remained unchanged. "I was wondering," he started, Clary interrupted. "I have no desire to go anywhere with you, Jason Wayland. I thought I made it perfectly clear, in English, to stay away from me, didn't I?" Clary said angrily, forcing Jace's eyes on her. For once, her words penetrated, causing his expression to change from an impenetrable happiness to pure confusion. "I never told you my name." He said, right before Clary slammed the door in his face. Jace could faintly hear Clary swearing in French as he walked away in a total state of confusion.
"Hey, Alec." Jace said to his friend, standing in the threshold of his bedroom. "Hey, come on in." he replied, moving away from the door and to the other side of the room. He pulled the navy curtains away from the window and pushed it open, letting in the after-rain-smell. The golden beams of light that just began poking their way through the thick clouds brought out the highlights in Alec Lightwood's dark hair. "What's up, Jace?" Alec asked, knowing Jace hardly ever comes to his door. Something must be bothering him. But Jace jut shook his head thoughtfully. "I don't know, Alec. There's something strange about Clary..." he told him, trailing off into his thoughts as he sat down on Alec's white sheets. Alec stared out the window, contemplating possible solutions for Jace's situation. Suddenly realizing that he didn't exactly know what the problem was, he had to ask.
"What do you mean? Clary? You mean Clarissa?" Alec asked, unable to keep away the irrelevant questions. Jace nodded, his eyes on his hands folded in his lap. Alec couldn't tell if he was upset or confused. "What happened?" Alec asked, concern leaking into his voice after the long period of silence. Jace's golden eyes flicked up to him, confusion and disbelief were displayed. "She knew my name." Jace told him slowly. Alec blinked. "What? What does that have to do with anything?" Alec asked moving away from the window. This wasn't like Jace at all. Usually, everyone knew his name. If someone didn't, he made sure they learned it. "I never told her my name. She called me Jason Wayland." he continued, his eyes returning to his lap, his face set in an expression of thought. Alec blinked again. "Who calls you Jason anymore?" Alec asked, knowing the answer. Nobody called him Jason. "Anything else?" Alec asked, knowing there was more to it than that. "She shot me down." said Jace. "Slammed the door in my face, too." And without another word, Jace got up and left, leaving Alec to contemplate in the silence
"Clary!" Jace called, less friendly than how he's normally been talking to her. Clary turned to face him, jacket clutched to her chest. She was clearly pissed off. "Can't you grasp the concept of 'leave me alone'?" she demanded as Jace approached her. Isabel Lightwood and Miranda Wolfe, who were walking by, turned to watch the exchange. "How did you know?" Jace demanded, his voice thick with rage and confusion. "Know what?" Clary shouted back, fighting the urge to hit him. She was seriously furious now. He just won't leave her alone will he? "My name." Jace said, quieter now, his voice concentrated anger. Clary narrowed her eyes at him. "You make me so mad..." Clary muttered, her free hand balling into a fist. "I never told you my name." Jace said to her venomously. "Much less my full name." Clary couldn't take it anymore, she swung her balled fist at his face, hitting him square in the jaw. Then, she stalked off, muttering French swear words under her breath.
Hello lovies. Welcome to the magical land of Tess' crappy updates! Haha. Soo, someone asked me to answer a question for her/him. Idfk, lol. Um, the answer is no. The beginning of the first chapter is a week before the present time. And i'm glad that you like it, and you think its different. Different was what I was aiming for :D. You'll see how this will all play out, believe me. I hope everybody's holidays were exceptional. I just hope you didn't go streaking at 2 in the morning spraying silly string on passing pedestrians while screaming Beach Boys songs...not that I did. Me? Pfft, never! Umm, next update coming soon. They will be spread out a bit more cuz school starts on Monday, soo maybe there will be more before then, cuz I have absolutely NOTHING to do in this house (help me!). And im always extremely bored, and my jerkface friends dont like to text me backkkkkkkkkk. K, love you all, enjoy the next!
~Tess