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Hopefully I am getting better at this and yeah..
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Chapter 5: Realisation
JPoV
Even though we had only just moved in yesterday I already knew the way home by heart, which was quite a walk. I didn't mind Brooklyn. It's quite a nice area, nowhere as nice as Idris though.
While I walked, I was thinking of my hometown and the beautiful country it was when I heard two people singing along with the Star Wars theme song, going down the pathway of the house next to mine.
"Simon, get off me!" I heard a girl shout followed by a squeal. Then I realised that I knew that voice. Fuck. I just moved in next to Clary. As much fun as I am sure this will turn out to be… I know it's going to probably suck for the time being.
I continued on listening to the delicious sound of Clary's squeals as I walked.
I got home and took out my guitar. I strummed a few chords to warm up before full on belting out the lyrics with the music I played, as I knew everyone was out of the house.
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
For some reason an image of Clary floated behind my eyes.
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
And dreams of
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh
She'd dream of
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh-oh
I lowered my voice while keeping perfectly in tune as I sung the last part of the song.
Lalalalalalalalalalala
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She'd say, "Oh, ohohohoh I know the sun must set to rise"
This could be
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh
This could be
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
This could be
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh-oh
I strummed one last chord.
After finishing what was one of my favourite songs at the moment, I sat in silence before contemplating what to do next with my afternoon. Then I saw my soccer ball. Ah soccer, I was unstoppable on the field. My aggressiveness towards the game caused a few people to despise me, but that was fun because afterwards they would try to confront me and I would always finish the fight that they'd started.
I changed in my soccer shorts and jersey before heading down to the park. I let my head clear of everything except the ball at my feet as I dribbled it down the field before kicking it and sinking in in the top right corner of the goal.
As I went around the field once more a little red headed girl popped into my mind, almost as swiftly as she had punched me in the face. I half smiled. But when I thought of Sebastian, and how he kissed her and she hugged him back, I grew furious and kicked the ball so hard I lost sight of it. Great, that was my favourite ball.
Then I saw her. Under a tree, with what looked to be a sketchpad balanced on her knees. And right next to her was my ball. She looked confused as she saw the ball rolling to a stop next to her. Well I haven't annoyed anyone for about two and a half hours so I walked up to collect my ball and piss her off a bit. That was my new strategy for her, push her far away and then pull her in tight. It worked with the girls every time.
"What's up, Neighbour?" I asked with a smirk. I never properly smile…I'm never properly happy. She just looked shocked. "Neighbour?" She asked in a small voice. With her red hair in the plaits and big green eyes she was quite cute, really. "Yes, my fiery Angel. I moved into the house next to yours yesterday. Now we can have sleepovers and paint each other's nails and talk about all the cute boys at school! AND make up nicknames, but I guess we already have yours." I teased. "Angel?"
Realisation came over her face and she coldly replied "As lovely as that would be…" Her eyes narrowed. "I told you to stay away from me."
She snapped her sketchpad closed and stalked away but I wasn't going to give up that easily. "So you've finally covered up those horrible scars of yours. What on earth was going through your mind to go around parading those?" She looked at away from me but not before I saw her eyes full of hurt.
"Today is a new Clary and new Clary does not have a Jace Lightwood in her life." Her voice was hard. "Oh, turning third person are we? Jace loves that. He is also very, very hot and all the ladies wish to know what is in his head but as he walks beside the short-" She cut me off. "I'M NOT SHORT." "But you're like 5 ft. 2!" I retaliated. She grimaced and started to power walk away.
"Pity we are out of talking in third person. Jace really loves that." I said with a smirk as I caught up to her. She just shook her head and continued walking without talking to me. Just to annoy her still, I decided to make up a song:
"Little Clary Fray,
Didn't like to say.
How much she truly loved me,
The boy that was so sexy.
Angel is her name,
Our love shall never wane
In her heart I am with a lock,
As she thinks of my –"
"STOP." She shouted and I saw her cringe at what, I assumed, she thought I was going to rhyme with 'lock'. I chuckled darkly and just continued to hum the previous song I made up on the spot. I wanted to poke her in the side and stick out my tongue to annoy her more but I thought the better of it, as that was quite 5 year oldish.
As we came closer to home we stayed silent. She didn't try to get away from me as she had done previously probably because she knew that I would just catch up to her. Clary fascinated me. She wasn't like most girls. She was weird. But I guess I liked that…
She wasn't what I usually went for, which was to be honest, sluts. They didn't have too much baggage and also, they were a good fuck. I wasn't exactly attracted to that, to be honest but they were easy. They got what they wanted and I got what I wanted. It was a win-win situation. How could I say no to that?
When our houses were in sight, I turned to her but she kept looking straight ahead. She is so stubborn, but then again, I guess I am too. "Angel," I started. "Shut up Golden Boy" she replied and flipped her long, red hair over her shoulder. "No I don't think I will, Clary. You see, in America we have freedom of speech. I can say whatever I like and hell, for me, I can do whatever I like and not get beat up over it, too." Clary sucked in a quick breath and stopped walking. I could tell that she wanted to cry but she didn't. That's when I realised what my words implied to her. "No Angel, that's not what I meant." I said quickly. Her face looked troubled. "Yes it was, and stop calling me that stupid nickname." She picked up her pace and hurried away leaving me standing there thinking about how I did sort of imply that I wasn't beat up by my father when I was growing up.
I saw her red hair disappear into her front door and found it odd that her leaving me like this actually made me feel bad. I wanted to be around her again but I could tell that she didn't want to be with me. Clary is definitely different to most girls and I felt disappointed that my charms didn't affect her like the rest of her sex.
I carried on home, which took me like 10 seconds because my home was only two houses up from where I was standing, and Isabelle was back from kick-boxing. "Hey" I called out to her when I walked in the front door. She just narrowed her eyes and looked away. "C'mon Izzy, you can't still be mad at me about lunch today!" She just huffed and stayed silent. I could play that game too and walked upstairs to my room.
When I was in my room I realised my blinds were closed and as I went to open them I heard a muffled scream. It wasn't too loud so I knew it wasn't from someone in the house, maybe from someone outside? I immediately I looked out my window only to find that I could see into a room in the house next to mine. In that room was a girl with red hair, a petrified looking girl who was staring at a boy around my age with white-blonde hair. "Angel" I breathed before sprinting down the stairs and out the door.
"Clary!" I shouted and ran in to her house noticing that the door had been left wide open. I stopped in the hallway and tried to listen but there was only silence. I had to find her room so I ran upstairs silently and finally heard some talking. It was low and I stopped dead outside Clary's door, eavesdropping.
"Jonathon. What the hell are you doing here?" I heard Clary say, fear laced her voice. "I am your brother Clary, I can come see you whenever I liked." His voice sounded prim and pompous. I hated him already. "You stopped being my brother ever since you let father do what he did to me." Just as I heard Jonathon say, "You deserved it" I jumped into her room and to Clary's defence. "Deserved what? Deserved to be beaten? To have her innocence taken away from her? That is no way to grow up, living in fear." Clary looked so small behind me so I was taken by surprise when she pushed up her sleeves, stepped forward and said "Jace, I don't need your help and Jonathon get the hell out of my house before I call the cops." She sounded venomous and stood as tall as she could, which wasn't very tall. I don't think I have seen her look more beautiful, or really anyone look more beautiful.
Jonathon just stared at her before slapping her right across the face. I instaneously slammed him against the wall holding up by his neck so he was choking. As fiercely as I could I told him, "You are going to stay away from Clary, got it? You even step one foot in this neighbourhood and will personally snap your neck like I should now." He looked scared. He was strong but nowhere near as strong as me and I let him go before he fell to the floor. He jumped up and turned to go but not before telling Clary, "I'm here for father. He wants his Clare Bear back." He sneered at her, and then he walked out the door.
I turned to Clary and she looked like she was going to fold in to herself. She was mumbling something to herself that I couldn't really hear but it sounded something like, "Don't cry, Clary. Don't cry, Clary. Don't cry, Clary." Repeated over and over again. "Angel" I started and she just collapsed into me, but held her tears at bay. "Everything is going to be okay. I won't let your brother or your father hurt you, ever." She looked up at me, her emerald eyes were wide and scared and she said in a small voice, "You promise?" I hesitated realising that I would already give up my life to protect her and replied, "I promise."
If you have been living under a rock and don't know the song that Jace sang it's Paradise by Coldplay
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