Hey lazy readers!!!!!!!!!! Here's the next installment of Jace in Love!!!!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy!!!!! Disclaimer: I don't own theses characters, Cassandra Clare owns them.
ClaryPOV
A million thoughts ran through my head as I tuned out my Algebra lesson about quadratics. I thought about what Jace had said, about his mom being killed by a hit and run driver, but what are the odds of that happening? Almost none.
"Miss Fray, do you mind telling me the quadratic formula?" Mr. Lunser asked.
"Uh, does it have a square root sign?"
"Elaborate."
"I don't know what to elaborate."
"Interesting. Miss Fray, please speak with me after class and pay better attention."
"Okay."
He continued on with his boring lecture, and I felt Jace's eyes bore into me. He probably knew what I was thinking, and why I wasn't paying attention.
"Mr. Lightwood, unless you too want to speak with me after class, I suggest you look up hear and not at Miss Fray."
People snickered. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell it had turned bright red. I was surprised he was doing that, considering what he was going through.
The day went on slowly, each class dragging on forever. Lunch, to my dismay, went by fast. Within the blur of movement and voices, I made out that people still didn't know what had happened. Thank God for that.
When the last bell of the day rang, I quickly rushed out, desperate to get to my locker and get home. Shoving my books into my backpack, a figure strode by. I glanced up, and almost dropped everything. My father, with his angular cheek bones and white blonde hair, stared back at me with a smirk.
He winked and walked away. I rubbed my eyes and he was gone. Could I have just been imagining it? I assured myself that I had. Walking quickly to the car, I saw Simon leaning against it casually.
"What's wrong with you? You look like you've just seen a ghost."
"It's nothing. I just don't feel well."
"You sure?"
I nodded.
"Okay. Get in so we can get home. The day I find out my dad broke out of jail, my teachers decide to give me a butt load of homework."
Simon continued his complaining during the whole trip, throwing in some comments here and there about this one girl in his History class, but those parts I tuned out.
After I'd parked into the garage, I trudged into the house and headed straight to my room to start my homework. I heard my mom come home a few hours later. I clumped down the stairs t eat a lousy dinner of leftover pizza.
Later that night, when everyone was asleep, I sat on my bed drawing on my sketch pad. I drew the face of my father I'd seen at school, and quickly crumpled it up. I was about to draw something else when I heard a noise coming from downstairs.
I tiptoed downstairs, heading towards the kitchen. When I didn't see anything there, I went for the living room. No one was there either.
I turned around to head back to my room when I found myself looking into the black eyes of Valentine. My breath caught in my throat, keeping me from screaming.
"Hello Clary."
Then everything went black.
JacePOV
When my life sucks, I love using the work hate.
I hate that my mom is dead.
I hate that people know I love Clary.
I hate that is was probably Valentine that killed my mom.
See, you get the picture. I felt like smacking myself when I first heard that it may have been her father that killed my mother. The love that I had for her vanished in a split second. I then told myself that it's not her fault her dad's a psycho.
Then that idiot teacher had to embarrass me in front of the entire class and Clary. I got comments about that all day. And to top it all off, apparently when my mom dies is the perfect time to give me a crap load of homework. My day has just been getting better and better, right?
Thank the Lord the day finally ended. While I was packing up, a weird man bumped into me. I stood up to yell him, but when I saw his eyes, I immediately shut my mouth. The deep black eyes bore into me like daggers. A smirk made its way onto his face.
"Can I help you?" he silky voice said.
I shook my head, not thinking of any other response.
"I thought so."
He walk away, gliding through the sea of kids easily.
I wiped my eyes and like that he was gone. Taking a deep breath, I took up my stuff and headed for the parking lot.
I drove home and found the house silent. I called to Isabelle and Alec and they came down. Isabelle was all red and blotchy, while Alec was as pale as a sheet.
"Well, just wanted to make sure you guys hadn't gone off to commit suicide." I muttered to myself.
I stomped to my room, starting my gigantic load of homework. It wasn't until late at night that I finally finished and fell asleep right on top of it.
When I woke up the next morning, it was seven o'clock in the morning. Drooping downstairs, I saw Alec lying on the couch in his pajamas, with Isabelle in a chair, also in her pajamas.
"I call you in absent today." I said quietly, reaching for the phone.
It rang before I got to it.
"Hello?"
"Where's Clary?!?!?!?"
"Who the hell is this?"
"Simon, you idiot. What did you do with her?"
"How did you get my number?"
"It's in the directory, stupid."
"Look, she not hear."
I heard a gasp on the other end.
"What? Why did you ask?"
"First off she's not here. Second, I was hoping she just went over to see you. And third, I now know who took her."
"Who?"
"Valentine."
If I could've seen myself, I would've seen me going as pale as Alec. I also dropped the receiver, causing Simon's angry voice to yell through. I picked it up with numb fingers.
"Do you have any idea very she is?"
"No. I just know that she was here last night, and wasn't here this morning."
"Did you call the police?"
"I will as soon as I'm done talking to you."
Suddenly, a strange suspicion gripped me.
"What does Valentine look like?"
"White blonde hair, black eyes, and a Tom Riddle looking smirk. Why?"
"Because I think I may have seen him today. In school."
OMG!!!!!!! What will happen to Clary???? Will Jace and Simon find her???? Will Clary and Jace ever be together??? Well you'll have to wait to find out. Tee Hee!!!!
~GrimmSistah
