A./N. Hey everyone! Chapter 11! It's crazy how far I've gotten. I figured no one would like my story and I'd be a sad sad person. But, it seems people like it so yay! Also some drama develops in this chapter MWUHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! Now I like Clace fluff just as much as the next person, but there's gotta be a plot line. So here's the chapter! Also excuse the bad language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, everything else belongs to Cassandra Clare.
Clary p.o.v.
The feeling in my gut only slightly receded once I got to school. These past few days whenever I would be in the presence of Jace, it calmed me. But today, it just made me feel worse.
Izzy I knew could tell something was wrong, but she didn't pry when I said it was nothing; Simon as well.
By the time school had ended, I was a twitchy, nervous wreck. I was positive something was going to happen.
I had to stay after school to finish up my Art Project, we were working on Impressionism, and so I didn't leave until an hour and a half later. Coincidentally, that's also when football practice ended.
I went out the back, because it's right near the Art room, and started walking to my car.
I was about to turn a corner when I heard voices. And not just any voices, Jace's and someone else's.
"Dude, can you believe Coach is making us come in an hour early tomorrow morning, that's so stupid." The other guy said.
"I know, Seb, it sucks." Jace said.
Ohhh, so it's Sebastian who he's talking to.
Sebastian Verlac is one of Jace's friends from football. He has dark eyes and black hair. He's tall, and surprisingly, is one of the nice Jocks. He's always been friendly to me whenever I see him.
"So… What's the deal with you and that Clary chick?" Sebastian asks. My breath catches when he asks this.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Jace asks, his voice wavering.
"You know what I mean, you and she were practically inseparable at the party, and I know you took her to your room as well. Now since then you two have been all eyes and smiles, and have been sneaking around during lunch and free period. So…What's the deal? Was she just some random fuck or…?" He asks.
Damn, how does he know all this stuff?
"She doesn't mean anything to me. She was just a lay who I wouldn't mind getting with again. She's easier to get into than a Community College. We got drunk, had sex and that was it. We meet up during school to fulfill each other's physical needs, but that's it." Jace says, actual venom in his words.
I cover my mouth to muffle the sob that escapes me; my breath hitching and strangled. My eyes are burning and I run as fast as I can to my car, hoping they don't notice me. I look back once to see them still talking, not disturbed.
Once I get in my car, I rest my head on the steering wheel and sob freely, my heart clenching and hurting at what he said.
I actually thought he cared about me. Everything he said, it was all lies. He lied there too. He basically called me a slut.
I'm making tortured sounds that normally would sound funny if I weren't so overwhelmed by feelings I didn't even know existed.
This is why I don't let many people in, all that happens is I get hurt. From now on, I only worry about me, and my friends. Jace Herondale can go fuck with some other girl, but not me. I'm Done.
I wipe my face, trying to salvage my minimal makeup, and then head home.
Once there, I say hi to Luke and my Mom, then head to my room. Once there, I call Izzy, needing her comfort.
She picks up on the third ring.
"Hello?" She says.
"I-Izzy?" I say, my voice wavering with a new set of tears.
"Clary! What's wrong!? What happened!? Are you okay!?" She says, starting a new question before I have time to answer the previous one.
"Ja-Jace-" I start but she cuts me off. I can barely even get his name out.
"What the HELL did that bastard do to you!? Tell me and I'll go and kick his ASS!" She says, her concern changing to anger.
"Co-come o-over?" I ask.
"Of course, Baby Girl. Lemme just grab my stuff and I'll be over in a few." She says.
I can always, always, count on Isabelle.
"Ok-okay." I say.
We both hang up and I clutch a pillow to my chest, sobbing into it.
I really thought he'd changed. I though he actually cared about me. I guess not.
I cry harder at the thought, not thinking about anything, just letting myself float in nothingness.
Jace p.o.v.
Sebastian's face tells me he believes none of what I just said. Hell, I believe none of what he just said.
The thing with Sebastian is, he knows everything. And when I say everything, I mean, everything.
It doesn't matter if you told him or not, he still knows it.
I open my mouth to answer when I see a familiar car leaving the parking lot.
Shit.
Clary! Oh God! She must've just heard what I said. Well, I hope she didn't. But she probably did. I remember her telling me today that she was staying late. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You just called her a whore and said that she was just another fuck. Oh, God, this is horrible.
I feel my face pale and start sliding down the wall. Once I'm sitting I put my head in my hands. What have I done!?
I just inadvertently told the girl that has made me feel something, which hasn't happened since before my parents died, and when I moved in with the Lightwoods, that she means absolutely nothing to me. Now, she hates me. And I agree with her. That was such a dick thing to say.
"Dude, are you alright?" Seb asks me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I just look up at him, and I know he can see the pain in my face. I normally am not this open with people.
"Not at all." I say simply.
"You don't really feel that way about her, I can tell that, and you know it as well. So what's stopping you from going and getting her? If you have feelings for her and she feels the same, then why not? What's the worst that could happen?" He says.
I laugh. I actually, laugh. There wasn't a problem before, but now there is no way she's going to want to be with me.
"The problem is, she just heard what I said about her, and now hates me. At least, I'm almost positive she hates me." I say.
His face changes to a mask of sympathy, I've known Sebastian since my first day of school, and he's always been wise and kind, which is unusual if you're following the stereotype for Jocks.
"I'm so sorry, man. I really am. But, you never know until you try, right?" He asks.
I give him a small smile, though I know he can see right through it.
We bid goodbye, us both being tired and having homework.
Once I get in my car my phone starts ringing. Oh God, Izzy.
I know she must have talked to Clary, so this is going to be bad.
I press accept and put the phone to my ear.
"JONATHAN CHRISTOPHER HERONDALE! WHAT IN THE LIVING HELL DID YOU DO TO CLARY!? SHE CAN BARELY TALK ON THE PHONE SO I'M HEADING TO HER HOUSE NOW, BUT OH DON'T YOU WORRY YOU AND I WILL HAVE A NICE CHAT WHEN I GET HOME LATER!" She screams into the phone. And oh God, she used my full name. I'm screwed.
"Iz-Izzy, calm down! I know you're furious at me, I'm angry at myself too, but I didn't mean any of what I said, and I plan on going over to Clary's and talking to her tonight." I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I don't even know or care for that matter what you did! All I know is that Clary could barely speak on the phone, and I'm heading there now, so you'd better come once I've left, or you can expect to have Clary see me kick your ass in her house!" Her voice is a little quieter, but I know she's still furious at me.
"I'll make sure I do, Izzy. I feel awful for what I said, she wasn't supposed to hear it, only Seb was, and I didn't even mean any of it! I don't know why I tried to lie to him, he knows everything, and can read anyone like a book." I say back, sighing.
"You better not have meant any of it! Or I swear to God, Jace, you will regret even being BORN!" Her voice rises again on the last word before she hangs up on me.
I run a hand through my hair and think about what I've done.
Well, I made the girl I love hate me.
Wait WHAT!?
Love? No, that's impossible! I don't love Clary, we aren't even dating!
I shake my head and try to forget what I just thought, though I know it isn't going anywhere.
I cannot believe I just did that. I made her cry. Clary is one of the only girls I never want to see cry.
I feel awful, though I brought it on myself. I knew Clary was going to be late. And I knew she was going to be coming out the back exit.
So… Why did I say it? There wasn't a point.
Unless I'm just trying to keep myself from getting hurt.
Well, that plan went to shit pretty quickly.
I take out my phone again, calling Clary's cell.
It goes straight to voicemail.
Great. She's already ignoring me. Now I just have to call her one hundred more times, hoping she eventually picks up. 'Cause that's going to work. Totally.
A./N. So….? Whaddya think? Did you all LOVE the Clace drama!
Is it unnatural that I finish these in like an hour and a half?
Eh, I'm also extremely unnatural anyways, soooo Rate/review/favorite/follow! Also, the "Easier to get into than a community college thing"? My friend Addison made that up, I thought it was funny so I used it. Not that any of you care haha.
Always,
Mari