Love To
Chapter 3:
I grabbed the movies out from under my bed. I got to pick the Hughes movie, and decided Sixteen Candles was the way to go tonight. I wonder what I'm going to do with my hair. This is strange, I've never really felt self conscious but I do tonight, giddy I guess. But why? It isn't about Jace, I don't think. I sat with my sketchbook and thought about the golden boy. My pencil slid down the page as I drew his arm, the dark runes, and scars that I could only assume decorated them. I went to his face when I heard the apartment door open and voices floated down the hallway. It sounded like Luke and my mom were home, but there were three other voices. It didn't sound like Simon or Magnus. I swallowed, please for the love of all that's holy, don't be who I think it is.
"Clary! Your friends are here." My mom spoke just outside my door.
"Okay, I'll be out in a minute!" Crap! I wasn't even ready. I yanked on leggings, and a large heavy sweatshirt, I slipped into my fuzzy boots, and slipped a cozy beanie over my mess of a hair. I grabbed the movie and with one last look in the mirror slid out of my bedroom. Luke was sitting in his recliner, my mother sat on the arm. Three people were sitting on the couch two with black hair, one with blonde.
"Hello, Clary and where shall you be going tonight?" Luke looked over and gave me a small smile. He and my mom were a little paranoid about my whereabouts lately. The three heads on the sofa turned.
"We'll be at Magnus's. And I promise to bring my stele and my cell." I reached into the kitchen cupboard retrieving popcorn, and a bag of M&Ms.
"Okay. Well, be home by 11 seeing that it's a school night and call us when you're on your way home." I faked a military salute and grabbed for Luke's keys. I opened the door.
"Shall we?" I watched as they stood. I didn't wait, however and walked down the stairs, Madame Dorothea's door creaked open. I didn't sit and chat, just gave her a little wave, causing her to slam the door. I allowed Jace to sit next to me as we drove to Magnus's apartment.
"What is that?" Jace pointed to the movie that rattled on my lap.
"Sixteen Candles." I smiled up at him. He scoffed making my smile fall a bit. Maybe he'd change his mind afterwards. I parked in front of Magnus's building.
I rang Magnus's doorbell.
"Hello?" He gave a small, seductive purr.
"It's freezing, you mind?" My teeth chattered a little. I heard feet on the stairs and the door opened on Magnus. He had on a silk lime green shirt and turquoise, what I could only guess, yoga pants. He pulled me into a hug and winked at Alec.
"Come in my dears!" He ushered us up the steps. Simon, Maia, and Jordan were already there, Maia and Jordan were sprawled on one of the fluffy yellow couches Magnus conjured up. Simon pulled Isabelle over to one of the couches. I turned towards Magnus, "What movie first?"
"I don't know, ask Simon." He looked up in a daze having heard his name.
"What movie?" I gave him a very much faked smile.
"Oh, uh, Lost Boys." He tossed it to me, and I handed it to Magnus. He gave me a knowing smile. It's not that Isabelle pissed her off, it was Simon's reaction to Isabelle that angered her.
I went to the kitchen to start the popcorn. I heard a small rustle behind me. Jace leaned against the counter looking down at me, a little smile quirking at his mouth.
"What can I help you with?" I looked up from the microwave.
"Why don't you like hunting?" He gave me a quizzical.
"How could you tell?" I smiled to myself. Was it that obvious?
"You don't have a lot of Marks. Plus you're spending your night watching movies while you could go out with us and kick some ass." He smirked, his hair falling in his face. My fingers itched to sweep them away from those honey eyes.
"I don't get a thrilling feel when I kill something, more disgust."
"That's a shame." He sounded a bit disappointed.
"I don't like killing things." It was true, I mean I killed demons that I occasionally saw, but I didn't enjoy it.
"Maybe you just don't do it right." It kind of made me angry that he didn't think I could kill a demon the "right" way.
"Maybe I'm just a compassionate person." I glared at him, the arrogant smile plastered his face.
"Right…and I am the Pope." He scoffed.
"Whatever." I grabbed the bag of popcorn pouring it into a bowl.
"I'm sure you may be a nice person, but I haven't seen compassion yet." He really wanted to keep going, I may kill him.
"Well there's a reason for that."
"Is that so?" I left the kitchen with the popcorn, Jace hot on my heels.
"I can't go out on weeknights to hunt anyways, my mother doesn't like it." The commercials were playing. I sat in a fuzzy pink bean bag, but Jace dragged another over to my side.
"Why's that?" I swallowed. Just thinking of him made me mad, of the both of them made me furious.
"My father and brother." I mumbled hoping he didn't catch it. But he did.
"Who're they?"
"I'm surprised you don't know. I doubt you know my brother but you definitely know my father. His name is Valentine, Valentine Morgenstern." Jace's face paled and his hands clenched together. Yup he knew my father.
"You're his daughter?"
"I wish I wasn't. He's not my real father anyways, Luke is more of a father than him." A look of relief flashed over his face but I turned away from him, trying to concentrate on the movie. I could feel his gaze, but it finally went to the movie. He was quiet for some time. He then leaned over when Michael started to look blurry in the mirror.
"This movie isn't very accurate."
"Well it was made by mundanes. At least we aren't watching Twilight." I smiled thinking about the reaction he might have to that movie. He didn't know what I was talking about but I leaned back and watched the movie. My eyelids began to droop, and my head rested on something warm and firm. Maybe I'd just close my eyes for a second.
I was lying on a patch of green grass, the light blue sky above me. Something moved in my hand, it was warm and curled in between my fingers. It was another hand. I turned my head to see who it was. Gold eyes met mine, a sweet, adoring smiled played on his lips. He pushed himself onto his elbows and leaned over to me. His breath tickled my ear and his eyelashes fluttered against my cheek. His lips getting closer and closer, mine yearned for his. Then I was shaken awake and his lips were gone before they could reach mine.