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Chapter 14: Anything But
Clary's Point of View
"Jacey-poo, there you are! I've been looking all over for you!" she called out. She – as in the sliver-eyed girl – finally noticed that I was there. "Who is this?" she asked, turning towards me.
"That's Clary, my friend," Jace quickly answered before I could say anything. I shot him a dirty look.
"Well, Clary's got to go now. Bye," I said in third person and stalked out of the room, not staying to see their reactions.
I went back on the dance floor, looking for Izzy. She seemed to have disappeared again. Probably stuck in a mass crowd of boys, I figured.
I sighed and sat back down on the bar stool. I looked around to see the sliver girl coming towards me. She was really pretty. Stunning actually. She was wearing a sequined sliver dress that went mid-thigh and it had spaghetti straps. She had sliver hoop and a simple charm bracelet decorating her ears and arm. She wasn't even a slut; maybe Jace really does like her. And she was tall.
Or at least, taller than me. Then again, everyone was taller than me.
"Hey, Clary," she said tentatively.
"Hi. What's your name?" I asked since I honestly didn't know.
"Sliver," she said in a dead serious voice. I blinked in surprise, oh the irony. She smiled at me before laughing, sounding like tinkling bell and covering her mouth with perfectly painted sliver nails as she did. However, she couldn't hide the pearly white teeth that shone like beams.
"I was just joking, people call me silver because I love the color sliver and because of my hair and eyes. My name is Selena." She stuck out her hand and I shook it, her hand slightly cold.
"Sorry about before," I apologized, genuinely meaning it. I wasn't mad at her, no, I was mad at Jace. And she didn't deserve that rudeness for not doing anything. She even seemed pretty nice. Maybe we could have been friends.
If she didn't like Jace.
Talk about awkward. "It's okay," she forgave me. "Any friend of Jacey is a friend of mine," she said sweetly. Okay, this girl was just going over the top; she was just too sweet. I studied her, but she really seemed to have meant it.
It wasn't like Jace to go for the sugary sweet girls. And she called him Jacey. What the hell? She knew him for what, a few hours at the most and she has a pet name for him already? Jacey and Jacey-poo?
I had a feeling we weren't going to get along that well.
Jace's Point of View
After Clary stormed away from us, I looked at Selena who shot me the what's with her look. I ran my fingers through my hair. Dropping my hand I looked at the floor.
"You kinda walked in on us having a…fight." Well, that wasn't a complete lie.
But it wasn't the truth either.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know," she replied sweetly. Really, sometimes her sweetness was just over the top, if you know what I mean. She didn't even ask me why like a normal girlfriend would! At least she didn't pry; she already seemed to respect my privacy. At least that was good.
Some people would think that as someone as gorgeous as her would be cocky, like me. But I was way off base. Very off base.
"Well," Selena filled in the awkward silence. "since she's your friend, I'll go introduce myself, so if you excuse me." And she left the storage room, her dress giving off ripples of silver, like moonlight bathing a river into silver.
I remembered what happened when Clary was in here before I came.
I watched Clary slip into the room after the demon.
"I never got to ask you," a voice interrupted my thoughts of Clary, "but what's the name of the handsome guy I'm dancing with?" I looked at the silver-eyed girl. It was true, we didn't even know each other names. I considered giving her a fake name, but I happened to like her.
"First," I smiled at her, "Yours."
"Guess."
"Silver?" I asked since she was all silver. It would make sense if that her name.
She burst out laughing, throwing her head back. Her laugh was nice, sounding like bells. "No, it's Selena," she informed me after her laughter ceased. I smiled; she probably got that a lot apparently.
"Selena," I repeated, wrinkling my forehead. Selena…that was familiar. The word was just on the tip on my tongue…
"Your name means Moon," I stated. Moon suited her; she was all silvery white and the moon was like that too. And luminous, just like it. I couldn't think of a more perfect name; if it was Silver it would have been ironic but it didn't exactly suit her, if you know what I mean.
She smiled at me. "How'd you know that? Not many people know Greek and you don't seem like someone from Greece," she asked, looking up and down at me.
"Oh, I know things," I winked at her and she giggled.
"So, Mr. Golden Boy, what's your name?" she asked, changing the subject
"Ray," I answered with a straight face. Since I was Mr. Golden, might as well have fun with her too. She seemed to make everything come easy, as if I didn't have to try. That I could be myself with her. I wondered if people could fall out of love as they could fall in. And if they could fall in love more than once.
She cocked an eyebrow, breaking me from my thoughts. "Suiting name," she muttered, giving me a shy smile.
"What, you don't like it?" I asked, still playing along.
"No, that's not it."
"Then what is it?"
"Tell me your real name 'Mr. Ray'," she requested and mocked me at Mr. Ray.
"But that is!" I protested.
"Sure, sure."
"Fine, you win. My real name is Jace."
"Jace? Unique name you have there," she informed me, giving me a look, but when I looked at her again, it was gone. I guess I imagined it.
"Yeah, it is," I replied, not knowing what else to say.
"You know, I really happened to like the name Jace. It's a rather pretty name."
"For a rather pretty guy," I smirked.
She chuckled. "You know," she told me, "I normally don't go for cocky boys."
"Is that so?"
"Mhmm. But your different," she whispered the last part, gazing into my eyes.
I knew what she was going to do before she even did it, so I met her halfway. Our lips met and a spark went off inside me. I realized that I really liked her. But I couldn't. Not with a mundane! She's just a tease, I told myself. I can't drag her into my world.
But all thoughts of not being with her left my mind as her fingers explored my chest, touching it with the lightest pressure in an upward direction. One hand made its way to my neck and used it to bring us closer while the other one wound itself in my hair.
I wound my hands around her waist, clutching her to me like I was going to lose her. Finally gaining control of myself, I broke away from her only to have our foreheads touch, each of use feeling the heavy pants fanning to the other from the small distance.
"You know," she said as she stared into my eyes. "You have the most beautiful eyes, such a rich, dark gold."
"Thanks."
"Are they colored contacts?" she asked.
"I can be asking you the same."
"I'm surprised that you didn't ask yet. That's the first question that people ask me, even before: what's your name? It's rather annoying."
"So is it?"
"No."
"Impossible," I said in awe. And I thought that my eyes were weird for natural eye color.
"Well, what about you?" she asked, shrugging of my comment.
"Real." I drew my forehead away, but we were still only centimeters away.
"So what's my prize?" she inquired.
"For?"
"For winning," she grinned. Oh yeah, that whole 'Mr. Ray' thing.
"Right, that. What do you want?"
"That's not a good question to ask," she educated me.
"Someone's a little naughty," I replied, tweaking her nose with my finger.
"Fine…hmm, what I want is…" and she trailed off, her lips brushing mine, teasing me.
"If that's what you want, that's fine by me. Your wish is my command," I smiled at her.
"I'm sure it's more than fine by you," she correctly said and my lips silenced hers.
After a few moments, I pulled away slightly. "You talk too much."
After that, it was all uphill. Until I remembered Clary. Shit, I cursed mentally. I broke off the kiss, feeling guilty thinking about another girl while kissing another. And people said I had no guilty conscious, I scoffed.
"Hold on, I'll be right back. There's something I need to do."
And that's when I burst into the room, scaring the hell out of Iz and Clary. I felt a bit bad and avoided to look at Clary but nonetheless, I had to make sure she killed the thing and keep up my act.
Sighing, I walked out of the storage room, to the bar where Sel – the nickname I gave her since she called me Jacey or Jacey-poo, mentally shuddering at the last one – and Clary were sitting.
"It's okay, any friend of Jacey is a friend of mine." I overheard Clary and Sel having a little chat. Apparently Sel was forgiving Clary on her rude behavior before. Not that I blamed her.
I saw Clary grit her teeth behind her false smile. Only someone like me who has known her for a while could tell that she was annoyed. I'm guessing that she found her too sweet. I actually like it, strangely enough. A nice change from 'easy' people who all they wanted to do was strip me.
Maybe dating Clary made me a different person. I wrapped me arm around Selena's waist and her body curved to fit into mine.
"It was nice talking to you Selena," Clary said while giving me a nod. "I have to go find Izzy before she gets lot in her crowd," she joked before leaving swiftly.
Selena sighed after she left. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't get what's up with her. What happened between you two?" Sel asked me. I felt obligated to tell her the truth and tell her something other than 'a really bad fight'. "And," she continued, "don't tell me that it's nothing. Is it just a 'coincidence' that she always leaves when she sees you?"
"She's my recent ex-girlfriend," I explained while cringing, hoping that she wouldn't label me as a player and leave me. I couldn't lose her.
I was surprised at that. I don't know why I thought that or why I cared what she thought about me, normally I just didn't care. But I did.
Clary's Point of View
I wove in and out of the crowd, scanning for Izzy's raven black hair and ink black eyes. Her eyes met mine over the sea of the crowd eventually, black finding green. Like the colors of my dress, I thought vaguely as I made my way towards Izzy.
"Who's that girl?" Izzy asked, cutting to the chase.
"Apparently his newest girl. Seems pretty serious too," I grunted, feeling like a reporter. More like a spy or ninja with my awesome Shadowhunter skills.
"Ah, well, who cares? Who was the hot dude with you earlier?" Izzy asked, changing the subject while winking and nudging me.
Rosebushes blossomed on my cheeks. So Izzy noticed. And thought that he was hot, which was pretty high in Iz's standards. He was just as good-looking as Jace, just sweeter and less of an ass.
When I didn't reply, Izzy continued to chatter about 'the hot dude'. "He's so yummy. If you hadn't found him first, I would have…" she trailed off, probably thinking about him and mentally stripping him.
"Izzy!" I exclaimed at smacked her arm playfully. "His name is Aden and–"
"Ohmygosh! What a hot name for a hot dude!" Izzy cried.
"Izzy, let him go! He's mine," I informed her.
"Aw, come on Clary!" Izzy whined. "Didn't you hear that sharing is caring?"
"Nope. Valentine is my father, don't you forget that. Being heartless is in my blood," I joked. I was so over my father thing. He was never even the father figure in my life. I mean unless you count him trying to kill me and kidnapping me, then sure, he was a father to me. No, my real father has always been Luke.
But for Jace on the other hand…
Shaking my head, I let all thoughts fly out of my head. Don't think about Valentine being a father to Jace, I thought anyway. I scolded myself, forgetting that I was not suppose to think about that.
"Clary!" Izzy exclaimed playfully, breaking me from my thoughts. She pretended to think. "I think you're right."
"Hey!"
"What, you so asked for that. And that's what you get for taking my man."
"He's not 'your man' and don't forget about Simon."
Izzy blinked; I probably shook her out of her dream with 'my man'. "Oh yeah…Simon. Right. Which is why," Izzy scoffed, "I don't care about your man. And why I didn't hook up with anyone yet."
"Way to go Izzy, what an accomplishment," I said, my voice oozing with sarcasm.
Izzy narrowed her eyes at me and opened her mouth to give a witty response when she was cut off.
Jace's Point of View
"Aw, it's okay Jace," she said sincerely. She rubbed circles on my arm soothingly. "Don't worry, you'll be friends again soon," she confidently assured me.
I couldn't help but to feel reassured; her voice was like silk and as sweet as honey. I quickly hugged her, my hands touching the bare skin that was warm and soft under my hands.
I leaned back, letting my arms rest of her upper arms. "Thanks," I smiled at Sel, "I needed that." More than you would ever know, I added mentally. It was killing me to see Clary but not being able to hang out with her or even talk to her. At least I knew she was safe.
" C'mon, let's go find her." I took one hand off her and let the other one trail down her arm until I was holding her wrist. I dragged her with me, looking for either red or black.
Spotting Izzy's tall frame first, I lead Selena to them.
"Way to go Izzy, what an accomplishment," Clary said to Izzy, her voice filled with sarcasm. Looks like we just stepped into a fight. Oh, by the Angel, I thought.
I glanced sideways at Sel, apparently she hadn't heard it yet. Right, she isn't a Shadowhunter. It was easy to forget that when I was with her, lost in her full moon-like eyes, gleaming –
Get a grip over yourself, I chastised myself.
"Hey guys!" Selena called out, giving them a wave. She said that at the perfect time – Izzy looked like was going to give one hell of a response. "I don't think I've met you before," Sel continued, facing Izzy now.
"I'm Selena."
Izzy have her one of those dazzling smiles, but I could see what was behind it. Anger. Shit. "And I'm Izzy. Are you one of Jace's friends?" she asked in a sugar coated voice, smiling sweetly and innocently at us.
What was I suppose to say? My girlfriend, I hardly even knew her, even if I wanted her to be my girlfriend. I like the sound of it…focus Herondale. And I couldn't be with her anyways, not if she was a mundane.
"I'm Jace's friend," Sel responded calmly. She turned her head so only I could see and close a sliver glittery eye at me. I guess this meant we were going to talk about this later. Oh what joy. I smiled in response and she was completely oblivious to the fact that I wasn't really into it. Clary could tell…stop it Jace! I mentally screamed at myself.
"Oh, nice to meet you." She smiled at Sel before giving me a pointed look. Great, I made the situation worse. Great.
Sel, looking up from her phone, gave a small frown at whatever she was reading. "Jacey, I have to go," Sel informed me sadly, her arm resting on my upper arm. I started to lean in when I remembered that she said that we are 'friends'.
Ah, screw it. I gave her a quick peck on the lips. Sel looked surprised but didn't pull away. Turning towards everyone she called out, "Goodbye, nice meeting you all." Looking at me only, she mouthed call me.
Looking down at my hand, I realized that I was now holding a small folded piece of paper. Dang, this chick was good. I didn't even notice that she slipped it in my hand. I nodded and winked at her.
"Oh, so you're just that friendly with all your 'friends'," Clary asked cynically. I turned to her; honestly, I forgot that she was even there for a second.
She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. "Yes," I replied, rolling my eyes. Clary huffed and walked away, Izzy a step behind her. Great, Clary talked to me with her free will and I ruined it.
Oh well, I thought. I was still in a heavenly mood from Selena. There was just something about her…
.o.O.o.
After a while, we decided to finally head home – it was getting late and Maryse would be upset if we returned home too late.
We all piled back in the cab, with me sitting shotgun again. Apparently Simon had left earlier because of his mom, but I didn't even notice that the bloodsucker left. In fact, I didn't see him since we got out the car.
Whatever, he wasn't any of my concern.
Clary's Point of View
I sighed in relief when Jace sat shotgun. Some part of me thought that he would sit in the back with us since Simon wasn't there.
But of course he wasn't, why would he? Neither of us are exactly friendly with him now. A small part of me thought that he might even sit in the back, just to be near me but no. Obviously he really had meant the breakup if he was already with Selena.
Poor Simon though – his mom had been wiped clean of her memory when we were all at Iris but she was super portative of him now. Thus, he left early so his mom wouldn't freak. At least he trusted Izzy to control herself with the crowd of boys.
When we reached the Institute, my feet wobbled from the drink as I got out of the car. I pushed it to the side and went straight to Izzy's room and changed out of the dress into a nice comfy pair of shorts and a shirt.
Izzy walked in the room a few moments after I did, looking a bit more buzzed then me but she was acting and walking perfectly fine. Better than me even.
Izzy flopped onto the bed, still in her dress, cupping her hands in her face. "So," she said to me, "you like him – what's his name, Adrian? Alex?"
"Aden. And yeah, I do," I admitted as I started taking my makeup off at Iz's vanity. Izzy could tell that I was lying and then would force it out of me – might as well get it out the easier way. Izzy smiled, as if she knew what I was thinking.
"Aw, that's so cute. But he's not a Shadowhunter," Izzy pointed out.
"I know," I sighed.
"What are you going to do?" Izzy solicited after a moment of silence.
I sighed again. I've probably done a lot more sighing I did last night – yes, it was very late, or rather, very early – then I've done in a week. "I don't know. I'll figure something out."
"This sucks," Izzy pouted.
"No, really?" I asked sarcastically. I wasn't really in the mood right now.
"Nice to know that having a drink doesn't change your sarcasm."
"And it doesn't change the fact that I'm saying shut up."
"Well then," Izzy said dramatically. I smiled up at her when something whizzed by my head. I punched it without thinking about it, my Shadowhunter reflexes kicking in. My hand sunk into something soft and light. It was a pillow.
"Oh, you're on!" I cried as I threw the pillow back at her. It hit Izzy with a thump. If she wasn't a Shadowhunter, that would have hurt. A lot.
"Clary," Izzy growled menacingly.
"Yes?" I asked innocently, clasping my hands behind my back and looking up at her.
Izzy looked at me for a while and I waited for the pillow, not letting my guard down. It wasn't fair; Izzy had a bunch of pillows on her bed – which she was standing on currently – and I had none.
Izzy flicked her wrist and I barely had enough time to duck. It brushed my head ever so slightly, ruffling my hair. Aw, crap! I thought. Her stupid whip helped her with jerking her hand fast; no wonder I didn't see it coming.
I grabbed the pillow, using it as a shield when Izzy threw another pillow at me. "Take that!" Izzy yelled. "And that!" as she threw another one at me.
While I was getting more ammo, she was running out. Izzy reached down to grab one after throwing a bunch at me – I didn't even know that she had more than two since it was all buried under clothing – and her hand came up empty handed.
I grinned at her, evilly. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Jace's Point of View
I watched Clary rush out of the cab, wobbling slightly. I shook my head as I paid the driver. What an idiot, I thought, directing my thought to him. Doesn't he know that Clary shouldn't be drinking?
But I wasn't one to talk; I used to drink. But not the used to.
Sighing, I went back in my room, catching a glimpse of blue sliding through the door that was next to my own. I changed into my PJ's, and just flopped onto my bed. It was becoming a rather bad habit of mine. I hummed a song to myself, not wanting to go to sleep just yet.
Despite the early hour in the day, I was wide awake. I couldn't keep my mind of Selena. She was everything that Clary was, excluding her feistiness. But Sel was kinder and just…different from Clary, even though they were alike in many ways.
Selena was like my personal moon, while Clary was my sun. Now I felt as if I revolved around the moon rather than the sun. She was all sliver, and as pretty and nice as the moon. For all I know, she could be the moon goddess or something. She sure was pretty enough.
I didn't even call her hot, I called her pretty. Something Jace Herondale/Lightwood never did excluding Clary. Damn, I really liked her. If only she wasn't a mundane. Maybe she was part fey, I hoped. That would explain her prettiness. Oh, who am I kidding, she's a mundane through and through.
I sat up, sitting at the edge of the bed, my feet against the metal on the bottom on the bed. I rested my elbows on my knees and buried my face in my hands. Breathing in and out deeply, I wondered if I should just go to bed.
Just as I was about the get up and turn off the light, I heard giggling followed by some ow's and some more giggling. Girls, I thought, rolling my eyes. But I couldn't help but to press my ear against the wall, hoping to hear what they were saying.
Isabelle's Point of View
Clary rapidly threw all the pillows but two at me, one hitting my head, messing up my hair. She was so going to pay for that one. Another hit my arm as I tried dodging all the pillows and get some of the pillows and two hit me near my stomach while the rest missed. "Now who's taking what?" Clary cried mockingly at me.
"Oh, Clary, you're on!" I shouted back at her. This was war.
"Let's make this more interesting," Clary suddenly proposed.
"How so?" I asked, interested. While at times Clary could be so predictable, at other times she wasn't. That's what made me like her when I first thought she was a mundane. They're so predictable – even some Shadowhunters are like that too. For crying out loud, she didn't throw herself at Jace unlike ever single other girl I met.
I mentally slapped myself for thinking about that bastard. He was a douche. How could he do this to her? They didn't even get in a fight, he just left! I was never one to have relationships, something that me and Jace had in common for different reasons. But anyone with eyes could see that he loved her.
And then he just broke up with her, shattering her into a tiny millions pieces. Even right now, I can tell that she was still hurt even if she may not show with even with this Aden dude. Or maybe that's why she was shaky, because he a mundane. Damn, I thought to myself. I should not have brought that up. She was probably thinking of that as it is.
Even Jace looked like she liked that whatever-she-was-called girl; they just seemed to click, just like Clary and Jace had. Or maybe, he knew her beforehand. I didn't really think that Jace would go back to his playboy ways right after breaking up with her.
Or maybe that's why he broke up with her. No, I convinced myself. Jace would never do that. He loves – loved her. And that marks people, even if they stop loving them.
"How about," Clary said, interrupting my thought, "whoever wins gets Aden and does whatever the other person wants?"
I smiled. "Uh, I don't need him, thank you very much. But I might use him…" I trailed off. I was joking; no way in hell would I use him as a sex toy, not if Clary liked him. Especially after the whole Jace thing.
Clary faced turned red. "You. Will. Not. Touch. Him," she growled at me. God, she really liked him. At least that will take her mind off Jace. But there's still that issue of him….
"Relax. I don't need to touch him, he'll throw himself at me," I winked at her.
She snorted at me. "Fine, we just do what the other person says, how about that?"
"Deal."
And I threw the pillow at her face.
Jace's Point of View
They were talking about how gets that blue-eyed boy? What was his name – Aden? I rolled my eyes.
This was, however, going to be fun to see who wins and what the other person tells them to do. Clary wasn't as strong as Izzy, true. But Izzy didn't have Clary's fiery passion and she's the one who proposed this.
Another thing, she sounded already like she was over me. I knew that I had wanted her to get over me, but this soon? I mean, faster was suppose to be better, right? But why is it that I felt betrayed? I felt like I was cheating on Clary.
Really, how could she just throw away what we've gone through? I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. I mean, there was me and Sel, but she was a mundane. I mean, I can't be with a mundane, even as much as I wanted to.
Even Izzy didn't go that low; even if she dated Downwolders, she was still dating someone who knew about the Shadow World and was actually good. Now, Sel on the other hand.
This was another issue too. Great, add that to my growing list of girl problems. Let's see how many girl problems Jace has now? should be a show. I mean, all within less than a week, I have four; Clary, Izzy, Selena and let's not forget Samara. Stupid thing that wanted to kill me.
Speaking of which, if I ever see her again, I'm going to kill her. Oh wait, make that five. I still have to explain to Aline that I didn't really like her and that I was just drunk. Maybe at the time I liked her, but she's just a friend. I guess the world seriously does hate me, though I should have gotten used to that.
.o.O.o.
After being lost in thoughts that kept bouncing around my head like a kid on a trampoline, I went to the kitchen. I raided the cabinets, looking for something suitable to eat that wasn'tmade by Izzy. I wasn't in the mood to be puking right now.
Unable to find anything good, I just settled for the classic: a small bowl of cereal. I chewed slowly, thinking. My thoughts were interrupted by voices drifting from the hallway.
Oh, shit, I cursed. Do I hide or stay? Stay, I decided. I'm allowed to be here and I was here first, as childish that sounds, it was true.
Jace Herondale does not hide.
Clary's Point of View
After who knows how long, neither Izzy nor I gave up. Cool sweat stuck to the back of my shirt. "Izzy," I panted, resting my hands on my knees, back hunched over. We both had stopped throwing pillows. "Truce?" I proposed.
Izzy pretended to think about it for a moment. "Truce," Izzy declared.
"Let's go get something cool to eat, I'm really hot."
"That's because I'm in here," Izzy smirked.
"Yeah, okay. More like 'cause of me."
"Oh shush up! You were like begging me to use that line. And it's true," she smiled at me.
"Uh huh," I replied. "Now, let's go!"
"Ugh, fine." I think I heard her mumble 'pushy'.
"Hey," I said as we walked down the corridor and I shoved her arm lightly. "I heard that."
"You were suppose to," she taunted as we reached the kitchen doors. Light spilled onto the floor from the cracks. I looked at Izzy, who gave me a shrug. I hesitated before bursting through the door.
And there, sitting down at the table, was Jace eating cereal like it was the normal thing to do in the world at who knows how early in the morning. I raised my eyebrows but didn't say anything. Izzy huffed past me, throwing raven black hair over her shoulder.
"Is ice cream good?" Izzy asked as she rummaged through the freezer.
"Yeah, perfect."
I stayed by the counter, leaning against it, making sure that Jace could only see my back. I was still mad, angry, and upset with that kid, with our without Aden. "Umm, okay," Izzy pulled out like a hundred different flavors out. I didn't even think that they could all even fit in there.
"We have vanilla, chocolate, chocolate chip, pistachio, coffee, chocolate chip cookie dough and cookies 'n cream. I take it that you want coffee," Izzy stated, not bothering to ask me.
"Uh…actually no. Coffee ice cream is just a poser; I like the real stuff better." Izzy rolled her eyes at my response.
"Fine, what do you want then?"
"Umm, I want…cookies 'n cream." Silently, Izzy took out two bowls and filled one with cookies n cream and the other with chocolate chip cookie dough. I stifled a smile; who knew that Izzy liked to pig out once in a while too?
"Here you go," Izzy handed me the bowl. "Now, do you want to eat here," Izzy asked, glancing at Jace as she said this, "or in my room?"
"Let's go in your room," I responded. I didn't want to be stuck with Jace unless if I had to.
"You don't have to go eat in your room just because I'm in here," a gruff voice said, stopping us from exiting the room. "I was just leaving anyways."
"That's not why and you know it," Izzy snapped at Jace. That was a lie, that's exactly why I wanted to leave. Jace just stared at Izzy, briefly looking at me, and then put his dish in the sink and sauntered away.
"The nerve of some people."
"Jackass," Izzy agreed. We walked out of the kitchen and went back to Izzy's room.
.o.O.o.
After talking and paint our toes, we finally decided to throw in the towel and go to sleep. The whole time though, we successfully kept him out of the conversation after leaving to the kitchen.
Jace's Point of View
I heard feet shuffling down the hallway moments after I went into my room and then muffled voices as they talking about who knows what.
Actually, no, I could find out. I pressed my ear against the wall again – really, I should be given a certificate for being an 'Official Creeper'. I think I deserved that award for all the creeping I've been doing for less than a week.
I listened in for a few minute, listening to them talking about what colors to paint their toes and blah blah blah. All I could get out of that was that Clary liked her toes with a french tips, whatever that is.
I detached my ear away from the wall – it wasn't really that hard, they were boring as anything. And more importantly, they weren't talking about me. I was glad that they weren't; if they were, it was probably going to be some shit about me. I mean, I am curious as to what they say about me but I wanted to spare my ears that torture.
I decided to retire to bed, with nothing better to do and closed the light, lying down in bed. I could still hear the muffled voices and the laughs like they were taunting me. Now that I wasn't with Sel, I remembered that I still do love Clary. I also wonder how they could have so much fun while I was here, lying in my bed alone.
If Clary and I didn't break up, we would have been the ones laughing and talking, with Izzy telling us to get a room. And when we would finally decide to go to sleep, Clary would curl into me, and rest her head on my chest.
I mentally slapped myself, this was not the time for wishful thinking and I can't forget that I'm sort of with another girl. I went deeper in the blankets, trying to block out their voices
As much as I tried to go to sleep, I couldn't. I tossed and turned, in this position and that. I only fell asleep when all I heard from next door was silence.
Clary's Point of View
I woke up the next morning, bright yellow sunlight pouring in through the window. I rubbed my eyes crankily.
"Rise and shine!" Izzy chirped cheerfully.
"Ugh, Izzy, how can you be so cheery this early?" I asked groggily.
"It's not early, it's eight!"
"That's early!" I whined.
"Get up," Izzy commanded. I didn't say anything, just snuggled deep into my sleeping bag.
"Fine, you're making me do this."
"Wha–" I started asking before I was cut off by being moved around. I peeked my head up, glaring at Izzy. I was sideways along with my sleeping bag; Izzy was holding the sleeping bag from the side.
"Sorry, drastic times call for drastic measures."
"What are you talking about? And put me down!"
"Fine," Izzy huffed and just let go of the sleeping bag. I yelped as my side connected with the floor.
"ISABELLE!" I cried. That actually did hurt. It was definitely going to bruise later.
"What?" Izzy shrugged innocently. I got out of the sleeping bag, angry.
"Ha, you're finally awake!" she cried triumphantly. I glared at her. "Oh, right the drastic measure. You need to look hot in a couple hours. Hurry up and eat, shower and then report to me. Okay?"
"Why?" I asked warily.
"You'll see," she smiled at me mysteriously.
.o.O.o.
After eating a bagel and not running into anyone, thank god, I showered quickly and changed into black shorts and a deep blue off the shoulder shirt and a black tank top underneath.
I stepped out of the bathroom to see Izzy putting on her 'Izzy Makeup' as I call it, or IM. It's things that she wears everyday without a fail: eyeliner, mascara and some other junk. Despite Izzy begging me to, I still don't wear any makeup unless we go out to party and I get forced against my will to.
"Okay, so what's the big news?" I asked.
"Wait, first I have to make sure you look okay." She looked at me up and down, thinking.
"Not bad Fray, not bad," Izzy smiled.
"Thanks. So, news?" I prompted.
"Pushy. Okay, we are having Shadowhunter guests coming! All I know is that it's Aline – which can you believe by the way was already staying here for a couple of days and didn't tell us – and some friends. I think her friends – who are older – are going looking around to see if they are going to stay here for a while Aline will be going back eventually."
"No way, really?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"Way. Maybe she'll bring a hot guy over," she winked at me.
"Yeah," I snorted. "Simon better watch out."
"Hey!"
"What?" I asked innocently. "It's true."
Izzy grimaced. "They are going to come any minute."
"Yeah, and you tell me moments before they arrive."
"Yup."
I was going to give her a clever response when the door rang. That's strange, I thought. They could open the door themselves.
"Why didn't they just come in?" I voiced my thoughts.
"I guess they don't want to seem rude, you know. They're not going to just barge in. C'mon, let's go see if there's a hottie."
I rolled my eyes and followed. First of all, the guy would probably be all over Izzy and I still liked Aden. His number was burning a hole through my purse right now.
Izzy and I bounded in front of the door, and she let the grand doors fly open.
Me and Izzy gasped together when we saw who was at the door.
***IMPORTANT A/N NOTE! Okay, so for the sleepover part with Izzy, I was going to have a different ending that was much shorter and everything and I have it typed up and everything but then I changed it to this one. If you want to see the alternate ending, go on my profile and click on the link to my blog OR it's icyfirelove3 DOT blogspot DOTcom. I will have it updated there sometime soon. And it's where I put my banners too if you want to check that out too.***
So what you guys think of Selace or Jalena? Or to put it simply, SelenaXJace. Also, what about Claden, Adary or AdenXClary? (btw which one's do you like better, Selace or Jalena? I like Claden better for Clary but tell me if you like the other one too.)
And what do you guys think of the Izzy POV? My first time at that, so hope you guys liked it. Tell me if you ever want me to write in some else's POV and I'll try to do it. =)
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