Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know...I'm terrible. It's been over two weeks since I updated.
I'm so, so sorry. But I've had a lot going on. I shall tell you why. :)
First-School. Lots of homework and like, 5 different projects that all were due on the same day :/
Second- Work
Third-Damn (excuse my language) writer's block
Fourth- my amazing awesome best friend who I've known forever asked me out...Yay! :D
Okay...I'm done. Please enjoy. :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the any of the characters. :( Miss Cassandra Clare does.
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Clary
No matter what I did, I couldn't escape all of today's earlier encounters of the mysterious person's note and warnings. At first it scared me, thinking about who it could have been. Or what they have in store for me.
But after a bit, it really started to piss me off. It had to be about Jace. Someone was so upset with our relationship, that they we're trying to make me break up with him.
I'm sorry, I thought to myself while packing my bag with books and binders. If you want him, come get him yourself. He's mine, and I won't let him go that easily.
I felt brave at that moment, like nothing could touch me. Then I remembered that I said that to myself, and felt everything drain out of me. I was still scared.
I sat down on the floor, letting the pounding of closing lockers and excited kids exiting the school for the weekend drown out everything. Leaning forward, I put my head into my hands and took a series of deep breaths.
I'll be fine.
Nothing will happen.
No matter what, Jace will still love me.
But will he? I just want to know what my stalker knows. How careful I have to be.
"Clary? Are you okay?" I raise my head to see my golden, literally, boyfriend standing above me. He kneels down in front of me and grabs my hands. They feel so small, so dainty in his large ones. He takes one of them and wipes a tear from my cheek. I didn't even know I was crying. "Hey. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. I'm fine." I say in a low voice, but his beautiful amber eyes tell me he knows that I'm lying.
"Clary, come on. I know there's someth-"
I don't mean to sound snippy, or to even cut him off, when I say, "I'm alright Jace. I...I just got something in my eye and it was bugging me. I'll be okay."
I obviously hurt him by the way he leans away from me. But I can't help it. Jace will be way too protective over this, over me. And I can't make him worry or be upset anymore than he needs to. With the date of his parents death coming up soon, and with his new football and academic scholarship, he's been more stressed than ever.
"I'm sorry, Jace. I didn't mean to-"
He breaks me off with a quick peck on the lips, his devilish smile I love returning once we break apart. His face is only an inch away from mine, but it feels to far away.
"It's alright, Clare." He says smoothly. "I know you'll tell me eventually." He stands and pulls me to my feet, wrapping me in a hug as he does so. We're practically alone, aside from a few students farther down the hall. He pulls away first, but keeps one of his hands interlocked in mine.
"Got everything?" He asks, picking up my bag. I slam the locker door shut in response and we walk to his dark blue Corvette.
"Don't you have practice today?" I ask as he opens my door very gentlemen-like.
"Yes, but it's captain's practice since coach is sick."
"Aren't you a captain?" I question him.
"Yep."
"Jace!" I say, shocked that he would actually skip practice. "You need to be there!"
"It's okay, Clare." He replies as he closed my door shut. He reenters on the driver's side while saying, "I postponed it until later this afternoon. Don't worry." Taking my hand, he kisses the back of it and starts the car. We drive off towards his house, letting the radio play our cares away.
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Jace
She's such a terrible liar. I honestly don't think that she could lie to save her own life. But I still love her. That's all that counts.
I knew right away at lunch something was defiantly wrong. She always got lost in her own little world, her "alternate art dimension" I called it. I didn't mind. I thought it was amazing how she could just let everything around her just vanish, but something was different about today.
She seemed extreamly tense, so I carefully slid into the chair next to her and kissed her on the cheek. She returned to the real world to give me a grin as everyone else settled into their seats.
"Are you okay? You seem...distant." I had asked her. "Well, more distant than usual."
"I'm fine." she lied. Such a terrible liar. But I didn't press on, knowing that if she wanted to talk about it, she would.
Then she kissed me. It was nothing big. Just a small peck, but I didn't care. My body momentarily relaxes completely as her lips make contact with mine and a soft tingle spreads through me. I smile and took her hand in my own, feeling how small it is compared to my own. I don't mind. I never will.
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After lunch, the day when on like it normally does. Slow and depressing. The final dismissal be rings and everyone quickly exits the room. I take my time, knowing Clary will be taking her time at her locker.
I walk through the hall towards my own locker. The sounds of student and slamming of doors keeps my mind preoccupied from next week's plans. In one week, November 15, it will be the 4th anniversary of my parents death. My chest tightens up at the thought, but I push it out. I'll be okay this time. I know I will. I have Clary.
Next week is also some weird pre-college tests for us. I had to do well on them. I wanted to get into a good college. To do what, I don't know yet. As long as I'm not too far away from my little red head.
As I make my way towards her, I see the her small frame sitting on the floor, head in her hands, which causes her fiery locks of hair to just spill across her back from it's ponytail. I jog over to her, asking if she's okay and taking her hands in mine as I kneel down in front of her. I wipe a tear away from her slightly freckled cheek and ask her again.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. I'm fine." She replies.
"Clary, come on. I know there's someth-"
She quickly cuts me off, saying it was only something in her eye. I know she didn't mean to make it sound so...mean, but it still hurt. It was the second time today that she lied to me.
She tries to apologize, but this time I cut her off with a kiss. I kiss her to say everything that won't be able to penetrate her stubborn mind: I forgive you. You just need to trust me. I can handle it.
Pulling her to her feet, I wrap her in a hug too. It feels cold as I break away, but I never let go of her hand. Picking up her bag, we walk out of the school hand in hand, dreading the moment when I had to let go.
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Aww. So fluffy.
Sorry if it's terrible. My writer's block has been super bad for the last week and a half. And I had to be this week that my English teacher assigns us a creative writing project... :/
Eh, I'll live.
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Thank you all, my beautiful mangoes!
~shadowwarrior898