Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All rights go to Cassandra Clare
He went straight to the basement when we got home. Right to the weight room. He may have not known why he was so buzzed but I did. This was the first time something other than football, caused adrenaline to rush through his veins. I was quick to change and head in to the back yard to set up and make sure i didn't keep her waiting.
After I cleaned out the pool and put the rafts in she opened the gate and walked in. She had a towel on her shoulder and a t-shirt covering her bathing suit. I smiled and motioned her over to where I was easing my way in to the pool. She tossed her towel on a chair and shed her t-shirt before coming to sit on the edge by me. I thought it would be awkward but I quickly learned she was really cool. We talked about families, school, relationships (that one I did for Jace) and soon I found my first female best friend.
She was quick to notice the sand volleyball court next to the basketball court farther back in our yard. I asked her if she played and she said she used to at her old school. We looked at each other and were both climbing out of the pool while I cranked the music louder so we could hear it farther back. She grabbed a ball and just by the way she held the ball I knew she was going to be a force to be reckon with.
We played in the grass next to the court as we peppered. She was by far the best player I had ever seen. Her form was amazing, her sets were perfect, her spikes accurate and her digs. Well there wasn't really a word to describe how perfect they were. My hits kept getting harder and her passes kept getting better.
Jace had finished working out and had changed into a swimsuit to cool off and was exiting the house. He quickly spotted us playing and was to stunned to move. Clary was amazing. She dove and had enough time to get straight back up for another hit. She ran around the yard like a chicken with no head passing every ball perfectly right above my head. She spiked the ball directly at me and it shanked all the way over to the pool.
I took one look at her and fell to my knees. I begged. I pleaded. I demanded she came to practice tomorrow because she was the best volleyball player I have ever seen. She pulled her lip between her teeth, which I spooned realized was her unsure face, and voice her concerns. She was new here, what if she took somebody's spot, she wanted to focus on art. My responses were rapid fire. Everybody would be to shocked at how well she played to notice she was new or care that she had taken their spot. She could still focus on her art and play volleyball, it was only a couple of months.
Jace had made his was over by then. Face still flushed (although I think part of that was her) with sweat running down his body. He was drinking her in with his eyes. He started with her perfectly painted toenails to her toned thighs and volleyball butt, past her muscles on her stomach, above her small blue bikini top, straight to her freckled covered face and pretty red hair. She didn't even notice him coming. She was to busy looking at me.
He cleared his throat and than started babbling on and on about how he had been to almost everyone of my games and he had never seen someone as incredible as her, in a lot more words and stuttering. Cool as ice Clary's cheeks heated up as a slight blush crept upon her white cheeks. His cheeks and neck were becoming so red I thought he might have gotten a bad case of sunburn in the three minutes he had been out here.
I stood back up and asked her is she would be willing to come give it a try. With the persistent looks she was receiving from both Jace and I she caved within seconds. I squealed and ran to my phone leaving them alone, to have their first proper conversation. As I was talking to coach I heard them both laughing. They had picked up a volleyball, the one sport Jace was not naturally talented in, and trying to pass back and forth. Clary was playing completely different than before. She wasn't trying to show off or even get a good pepper going, she was simply passing a volleyball to a guy who looked so lost. Until he spiked it at her. Her pass had gone straight above his head and he had come down swinging. Straight at her face. She barely had enough time to through her hands up and deflect the ball. This threw her off balance though and with a slight squeal of surprise she lying on her back.
He was at her side before the ball even touched the ground apologizing over and over to much avail because she was to busy laughing to notice him losing his lunch over almost breaking her nose. She stretched her arms up so he could help her up. He quickly accessed the damage, checking her out in the process, deeming it safe for her to walk away, with him trailing of course. I pretended not to roll my eyes as his eyes trailed down. Clary was red faced and hot as she reached me. Coach was so excited, demanding that he talked to her. I handed over the phone and she was at practice the next day.