There is No Pretending

by bookloverkat

Tears hung in Clary's eyelashes like stars as she darted up the stairs, desperate to get away from her family. Her head pounded, the words selfish and bitch rang in her ears and bounced around endlessly, who knew words could hurt just as bad as a slap to the face? - Clary wants to be anywhere but where she is now, but can Jace bring her into the light? AU/AH CLACE

2. Chapter 2

SO SORRY you guys for not updating in forever...you know...life. I promise that I'll try to post more chapters soon!

Clary let out a hitched breath as she practically fell into the chair of her desk. Everytime she blinked, she saw the golden boy. They hadn't even said a single word to each other, yet she felt a connection like no other when their gazes had met in the hallway. For a minute, she was able to forget what had happened at home the night before. She had been barely able to make it out her bedroom door before Jon had bombarded her with apologies. Clary had just kept on walking; sometimes she found it easier to ignore your problems rather than face them right then and there. And that's exactly what she did, it made it easier to not feel.

Her attention was pulled away from thoughts of the night before when the boy from the hallway waltzed into the room with the dark haired boy he was with from the hallway right behind him. The two made their way to the back of the room where two empty seats next to Clary were left. When they sat down, Clary tried her best not to stare. The other students at St. Xavier's had nothing on these two.

"C'mon Alec, you trust me don't you?" The blond haired boy said with a smirk. His eye flashed with mischief. The dark haired boy, Alec rolled his eyes defiantly, and turned away from him.

"Just because I'm your brother, Jace, doesn't mean I approve of everything you do," Alec said matter of factly. He pulled his sleeves over his hands and stuck his fingers through one of the holes. Clary didn't usually eavesdrop, but she couldn't help but be confused; they didn't look like brothers. Hell, they didn't even seem remotely related. Clary turned to steal a glance at the unlikely brothers, and found a golden pair of eyes challenging her own. Her first instinct was to look away, but something held her there, she was practically paralyzed under Jace's stare.

"I know I'm undeniably good looking, but it's rude to stare," Jace coyly said, leaning closer toward Clary. Clary felt the blood rush up to her cheeks as she started to turn to face the front of the classroom. She felt a warm hand touch her arm. "Hey," Slowly, she looked from the tanned arm up to Jace's face. "What's your name?" Jace asks, his tone significantly different, like he was telling a secret.

"Clary," She said, her voice coming out quieter than she meant it to.

"Clary," he repeated, she swore she saw a smile quirking one of his lips. She couldn't deny that she liked the way her name sounded rolling off his lips. "I like that name. I'm Jace, and this is my traitor brother, Alec." Jace tossed his head back when he mentioned his brother, as if trying to get his point. His lips parted as if he was going to say something more, but the bell signaling class had officially started sent out a shrill. Clary didn't hear what the teacher said after that, she had her mind on other more….important things.