A./N. Well hiya everybody! Thank you all for the reviews, follows, and favorites! It means so much! And on my first story! That's even better! And 592 views! For me that's crazy! Even though it's not crazy amazing, it makes me really happy knowing how many people are reading!
Anyways, on to ze story! And I'm sorry about the last one, it was more of a filler chapter, but I've made a very rough outline going up to chapter seven, so I know what I'm doing, for the moment at least!
Quick disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The rest goes to the wonderful Cassandra Clare. Who I hope to be able to write like she can someday!
Clary P.o.v.
I have had this sense of dread ever since I got to school. It's like a bad omen. Everything was perfectly fine until I almost got to school. The weirdest thing is, I didn't start to feel any sort of calm until I was sitting next to Jace. For some reason, knowing he's right next to me makes me feel better.
Something looks up with him though. I can feel him staring at me, but every time I go to look at him, he quickly averts his stare. I don't even know.
Now, Jace might act like he's dumb, but in reality, he's actually really smart. He's got a 4.0 GPA and is one of the smartest people in our class. Granted, he acts like he's dumb, but whenever any of the teachers call on him when he isn't paying attention, he doesn't hesitate to answer. And he's always right. Which makes me so angry and I don't even know why.
I decided I won't be able to focus on the lesson we're doing, I already know this anyways, so I take out my sketchbook. I begin drawing randomly, and who would have thought, it's another picture of Jace. And I get the real thing staring at my drawing as well.
"So, can't stop the fan art, can you, Carrots?" He whispers, his breath tickling my neck.
"Oh shut up, it's not like I'm trying to draw you, it just happens." I snap back at him, trying and failing to keep my voice from getting all breathy.
He accidentally lets a smile slip out, before quickly covering it up with a smirk. I try and keep the surprise out of my features, but I can tell he still knows. I feel that irritating blush creep up on my neck. He just cocks one eye brow up. God, I wish I could do that.
He starts to say something but is cut off by the intercom systems loud crackle, then the principle, Mr. Hallmark's, voice.
"Students, please remain calm. This is a Code Red situation. This is not a drill. Teachers, please follow the Code Red situation guidelines, and remain in your classrooms until further notice."
The intercom crackles after his voice cuts off, and then stops altogether.
Mrs. Blackthorn just stares at the intercom in shock for a second, before glancing over to her desk where she has a picture of herself, her husband, and their many kids. She pales, then collects herself and calmly walks to the door, locks it, then turns off the lights. She proceeds to call roll but I'm not listening past once my name is called.
I start hyperventilating, not really realizing it until Jace's hand it gripping my arm.
"Clary, Clary are you alright?" He asks, actual concern in his voice.
I come out of my daze and take a deep breath, then look at him. Nobody has noticed my almost mental breakdown, which is good. When I look at his face, it's different than I've ever seen it before.
His eyes are soft, all of his arrogance gone, replaced by concern. He looks like he's actually worried about me.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. And not just because I was hyperventilating.
Nobody but Simon and Izzy know about my severe fear of guns.
Years ago, the year I moved here, one night people broke into my house. Luke was shot in the shoulder, while my mother and I hid in the closet. I've been afraid of guns ever since. I'm always afraid that I'm going to lose someone I'm close to.
His hand reaches up and caresses my cheek. His eyes moving from my eyes, to my lips. And before I really know what's happening, he's leaning closer, and closer. Until…
The static breaks us out of whatever almost just happened. Mr. Hallmarks voice growing louder to cover up the static.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I appreciate your patience. The person who was responsible for this has been taken with the police. We have decided that ending the school day here would be best for all. An email will go out to all parents informing them of this incident. Have a nice weekend!" He says.
And on that happy note, I quickly gather my stuff and all but rush out of the room, and don't stop until I get to my locker, where I throw everything in my bag before continuing running to my car. I didn't even realize how long we were just staring at each other until we were broken out of it.
I call Izzy once I get in the car, telling her I just need to stop at home then I'll be at her house.
Once I hang up I let out the breath I hadn't realize I'd been holding, then rest my head on the steering wheel. I sit like that for a few moments then shake myself to clear my thoughts, and then head home.
Jace p.o.v.
What the hell was that!? First, Clary starts to hyperventilate, and then we almost kiss!? What is going on!? Except, I wanted to kiss her, badly. I had wanted it more than I'd wanted anything in my life.
I don't know what's happening. I don't get feelings for girls. But I want to have them, for Clary. I want her.
What am I saying!? I don't want anyone!
That's a lie. You want her.
No I don't!
Yes, you really do.
Enough! I'm done with this!
I decide I just need to sleep, so I quickly shuck off my shirt and shorts and fall asleep on top of my covers.
Clary p.o.v.
"Then what happened!?" Izzy excitedly quizzed me.
"We might have almost…" I start.
"Almost what!?"
"Kissed…" I say, lowering my eyes to the couch, taking great interest in the black fabric. I can feel the blush heating up my face.
"I KNEW IT! I ALWAYS KNEW YOU TWO WERE DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER!" Izzy all but screams. Bouncing up and down on the couch.
I proceed to tackle her to stop her from saying anymore. Just because it's eleven pm, Jace and Alec have a high possibility of being awake.
I called my mom and Luke right when I got home. They wanted to come back straight away but I didn't let them. They deserved this, so I told them I would be fine at Izzy's, and she left it, thankfully.
"Izzy!" I hiss at her. "Shut up! I don't need Jace knowing I've told you about this. He's still the biggest ass hat in the world."
Speak of the devil, Jace comes into the room, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, and I'm hoping, boxers. I try and fail not to stare at his six-pack.
He sees me staring and smirks before saying, "I heard my name, anything I can do for you two ladies?"
Before I can respond, Izzy bounds up and says, "Yes, actually! We were about to watch a movie, and wanted to know if you and Alec wanted to join us,"
"I'm in." He says.
"Great! I'll go get Alec!" She says before basically running away, leaving Jace and I alone.
"Isn't she the eager one, huh, Red?" He says.
I finally say my first words of this whole conversation. "Yeah, I have no idea why." While trying to be nonchalant.
He chuckles at my attempts, and comes and sits next to me, his amber eyes never breaking focus from mine. Once he sits, I realize I'm wearing spandex, and a tank top. I quickly cross my arms over my lack of chest.
He notices this of course, and swallows slowly. He starts to say something but is cut off by a grinning Izzy and a still rather confused Alec in tow.
She pops in some random movie and sits next to me, bringing Alec next to her.
I must have dozed off at some point, because when I wake up, I'm leaning on Jace, well, more of laying on him, while one of his arms is behind his head, and his other is wrapped around me. His deep and even breathing tells me he's asleep.
Izzy fell asleep on Alec. Poor guy. Who by now had changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt. They're on the other couch. The TV is off, which means it must be early in the morning.
I don't notice too much more because the warmth and safety of Jace is pulling me back under.
A./N. Soooo, whaddya think? Hehe, I gave you some almost Clace, I'm hoping it made you mad when I denied you full Clace.
Anyone? No? Just me?
Well alright then.
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And if any of you are fans of the Unearthly Series, that is where I got the "Carrots" nickname from.
Always,
Mari