A/N: Hey All!!
I'm loving writing this and love that a lot of you wrote Jace/Clary as your fave love story, as for me I have too many but on my account there is a list of my fave couples from series I have read so if you wanna know who I love check that out, I'm also a Romeo and Juliet fan and couples from movies like the Notebook, A walk to remember, Titanic, Disney films and so on and so forth.
Anyway thanks for all the reviews really appreciate them and to the people who favourite this story or added it to their alerts and to the people who added me to their fave authors it means a lot that other people enjoy my writing like I do since writing has been a part of my life since I could write (no matter how messy)
O had two people offer to be my Beta for this but since I haven't heard from them yet and I didn't want to keep you guys waiting here is chapter 6
So I sent out excerpts now it's time for you to enjoy the story and remember Question at the bottom = Excerpt
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CLARY'S WEEK HAD BEEN GOING WELL. Her students had kept up to date with their homework; she and Raphael had gone out for an actual date to a restaurant; she and Simon had re-bonded by watching the lord of the rings trilogy and she hadn't had to take any crap.
Then came Thursday.
It had started off as any other day, she had her classes, her free, done her marking, collected homework all of it and then that fourth period bell rang signalling that it was time for her to teach her senior class, but that wasn't bad Clary liked all of her students but the seniors were defiantly her best behaved and most opinionated, maybe it was because there was a shorter age gap or maybe Clary was...cool, she didn't know all she knew was as soon as she saw Jace's empty seat trouble was sure to come.
Twenty minutes into the lesson, the class was working hard on their projects when who should walk in but Mr Herondale.
"Jace you're late," Clary said, not harshly just more of a 'Don't do it again' tone when he snapped back.
"You're lucky I even came, so just shut the hell up and teach." Clary stared at him with wide eyes. Had he really just said that to her? It stung in her heart, how could he be so rude? What the hell was wrong with him?
"Jace, outside now!" She yelled but not raising her voice as much as she'd like too.
"How about...no," He said smiling coldly at her.
"Jace Herondale outside right now!!" She was losing it.
"No, no and hell no, what are you gonna do about it?" And that's when she got it, he was testing her. Well two can play at that game. A smile, that would have chilled Simon's bones because he knew that smile too well, appeared across Clary's lips.
"Very well, thanks for volunteering, up the front." Jace looked at her as if to say 'Are you serious?'
She smiled at him. "Yes Jace I was being serious, now out the front,"
"You can't make me." He said crossing his arms and looking at her with victory in his eyes.
"Your right, I can't," She walked behind her desk and picked up Jace's story. "Who would like to hear an original story by Jace Herondale?" Clary asked watching Jace's eyes widen.
"I'd love too," Sebastian said, enjoying the banter between Miss Fray and Golden boy.
"Me too," Aline nodded in agreement.
"And me," Magnus chimed in smiling dangerously at Jace.
"Fine, I'm coming." Jace said, angrily getting out of his seat and moving to the front of the room.
"That's what she said," Magnus muttered gaining snickers from the room.
"Okay that's enough, now Jace we are doing the topic of romance and what better way to learn than to read a romantic scene." She handed him the script for the Romeo and Juliet Balcony scene—well part of it— and looked at him expectantly. He sighed before reciting his lines.
"And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,forgetting any other home but this."
Clary looked up into his eyes as she recited the next line, wondering why she had gotten herself in this predicament, knowing the whole class was watching. "'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone--and yet no farther than a wanton's bird,that lets it hop a little from his hand,like a poor prisoner in his twistedgyves, and with a silken thread plucks it back againso loving-jealous of his liberty."
"I would I were thy bird." Jace's voice was mesmerising as it spoke the beautiful words.
"Sweet, so would I.Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrowthat I shall say good night till it be morrow."
"Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!" And with that parting line they looked into each other's eyes, trying to figure out what the other was feeling because though they were reciting lines it was as if the love that was said through this famous scene existed now, in this classroom, between the Teacher and her student. Between Jace and Clary.
The class up roared in applause and that brought the two 'Star crossed lovers' back down to earth.
"That was very well recited, but don't think I won't be writing down exactly what happened when you walked into the room." She gave him a stern look before letting him sit back down. "Okay guys just work on your tasks until the bell," Clary sat back down and began writing out a shopping list, something she had been meaning to do for a while. She took the first piece of paper she saw, turning it over she realised what it was and groaned everyone's heads popped up at that.
"You guys know it's 'Meet the teachers night' in a week, right?" They all groaned. "So, I hope none of you have scary parents and if you do just keep them away from me." They laughed and she smiled. "You guys have all been working great, so you have nothing to worry about in this meeting okay? And most of you will be eavesdropping don't think I don't know." They smiled and got back to their work.
When the bell rang Clary began gathering up her stuff but was stopped by Magnus. "Miss Fray can I talk to you for a minute?" He seemed nervous.
"Sure, what do you need?" She asked as the class room emptied and it was just the two of them.
"I'm gay," He said bluntly and Clary blinked.
"Okay, is there a reason you told me this?" Clary asked, not really sure what Magnus was getting at.
"You're not, disgusted?"
Clary whirled around then. "Of course not, why? Is someone giving you a hard time?" She demanded.
"No, but when I told my parents they went all quiet and...They haven't spoken to me since." He sighed it sounded like he was holding in a sob.
"How long ago did you tell them?" She asked softly walking up to him and placing a hand in his shoulder.
"When I started middle school, I understood it more and I never liked girls in that way I knew and I thought telling them would help me gain confidence to tell others but it made me feel sick." He looked at her with sad eyes.
"Listen to me Magnus Bane, anyone who doesn't accept you is just an idiot you are a brilliant young man and they should see that and if they don't, simple, don't bother with them." He smiled at her.
"Thanks Miss Fray," She nodded her own smile on her lips and he headed for the door, but before walking through he said lowly as if he thought she couldn't hear him. "He loves you, he just doesn't know it yet, and you love him, don't let that slip through your fingers." And then he was gone. Clary sank back in her chair, wondering if he was talking to her or himself. She didn't know.
She ate her lunch in her room, wanting to be alone while she pondered her thoughts. Could he...no...But what if he was...does it matter...maybe it does...Raphael...Jace...no he's a student...forbidden...Raphael is safe...Jace is different...Jace is...Jace. Then she heard it, the sounds of the piano again, this time it sounded like an original piece, or at least she hadn't heard it before.
Clary went to that same music room to spot Jace there, he must have a free, playing the beautiful notes and singing.
'We'll do it all...Everything...On our own...We don't need...Anything...Or anyone...'
Clary knew this was a recently written song, one written by the Golden haired boy. She couldn't help it; she walked closer to him as he played.
'If I lay here...If I just lay here...Would you lie with me...And just forget the world?'
Clary was within touching distance of him now, but he didn't seem to notice her nearness.
'I don't quite know...How to say...How I feel...Those three words...Are said too much...They're not enough...'
'If I lay here...If I just lay here...Would you lie with me...And just forget the world?Forget what we're told...Before we get too old...Show me a garden...That's bursting into life...'
He knew she was there now, now that she was seated next to him on the piano bench, but he continued playing and singing as if having her there gave him the will to play and sing even better.
'Let's waste time...Chasing cars...Around our heads...I need your grace...To remind me...To find my own...'
Clary watched his long, graceful hands glide over the keys she watched the movement of his jaw as he sung out the beautiful lyrics.
'If I lay here...If I just lay here...Would you lie with me...And just forget the world?Forget what we're told...Before we get too old...Show me a garden...That's bursting into life...'
'All that I am...All that I ever was...Is here in your perfect eyes...They're all I can see...I don't know where...Confused about how as well...Just know that these thingswill never change for us at all...'
'If I lay here...If I just lay here...Would you lie with me...And just forget the world?'
As the song stopped Clary stared down at her hands, not wanting to look him in the eyes and see the...anger she thought she would see.
"Jace I'm sorry that I...but that was beautiful." She finally looked up, but his eyes didn't hold anger they held a smile. "You're very talented," Clary said feeling a blush creep up on her at his intense stare.
"Thanks," he said still looking at her like he was holding back from saying something.
"Who's the lucky girl?" She couldn't help but ask, her chest fluttering at his possible answer.
"Someone you know," He said, not giving anything away but at the same time giving alot away.
"Is it...Aline?" He wrinkled his nose. "Okay so no...Izzy." He looked at her as if she was insane, then it dawned in her that she was sitting within kissing distance of the student she had been obsessing over for nearly two weeks. "Well who ever she is, she's lucky to have you." She made a move to get up but she saw the hope crack from his face and she tried to stop herself but it was as if she had to comfort him had to see the light of hope back in his eyes. She kissed his cheek, much like he had done on the first day. She smiled before heading back to her class, not knowing what to do.
Jace touched the spot Clary had kissed on his cheek and felt the heat of it.
He wondered, not for the first or last time, what was wrong with him. She was his teacher and yet he felt some sort of pull whenever she was in a room. Wherever she was he would see her instantly and his eyes wouldn't leave her. Her voice triggered something deep within himself and he would be unable to tune it out, it was as if...as if he was falling, falling under a spell, a spell for her. He didn't necessarily hate the feeling nor did he like it, it was an equal balance between like and hate. Clary did things to him, things that he didn't know could be done, she may be a teacher but she was the funniest, smartest, sexiest most beautiful teacher he had seen and yet she was with that skeezbag who probably doesn't give two shits about her.
Jace sighed and looked at the book that held his deepest feelings, where he wrote his songs. His hands unconsciously moved to the keys a beautiful melody being produced. Jace looked down, memorising the tune so he could write it down and then the lyrics came, the opening was long and beautiful but with the addition of the words, it was complete.
'I'm here again, a thousand miles away from you
A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am
I tried so hard, thought I could do this on my own
I've lost so much along the way
Then I see your face, I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name, I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole
I've come undone
But you make sense of who I am
Like puzzle pieces in your hand
when l see your face, I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name, I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole
I tried so hard, so hard
I tried so hard
Then I see your face, I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name, I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole
So you can make me whole'
Jace ended the song, the lyrics and melody integrated in his head so he would never forget it.
He realised that Clary was his muse; thinking of her produced something in him and made the keys and words come together into a song that touches his heart, not to mention that when he thinks of her he also gets a flutter in his chest and stomach that makes him crazy, crazy for her.
Jace didn't know what to do, but he knew things were going to change and soon.
Yes, music will be playing an important part in this and sorry for the shortness but again I'm trying not to put too much in one chapter
Yes, Jace nor I wrote these songs they are 1) Chasing cars by Snow Patrol and 2) Pieces by Red
If you haven't heard them both look them up on YouTube or something cause they are 2 of my fave songs (:
So, what'd you think of this one?
A little more insight into their feelings for one another and yes it is too soon for them to be in love which is why I never used that word in their description of their feelings.
So here is the question to answer for an extract, you have to get this right; who is going to say this line in a future chapter; "Please don't leave,"? Who is it going to be?
Let me know...reviewing gets more musical Jace, maybe a shirtless musical Jace playing the guitar...
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