Only a couple of reviews for the last chapter...You guys loosing interest? :(
Light stabbed through her closed lids and Clary groaned, rolling over to hide her face underneath her pillow. The sudden movement didn't agree with her because her stomach lurched and a wave of nausea washed over her. She attempted to breathe through it but then leaped from the bed, running down the hall to the toliet and emptied the contents of her stomach. She moaned pitifully and saat down on the cold ground. About five minutes later there was a knock at the door and Jocelyn stood there.
"Here, babe," she said, holding out a bottle of pink vitamin water. Clary swallowed a couple of mouthfuls, the watered-down fruity liquid helping to settle her stomach but doing nothing to aid her thumping head. "Okay, I'm off to bed."
"Oh, shit," Clary groaned. "Sorry for waking you up."
"You didn't," Jocelyn replied and she realized that her mother was still wearing her pale green hospital scrubs. "My shift ran late, I've only just got home." She turned to leave but then paused to look back at her daughter. "You make sure he looks after when you're like this, yeah?" Clary nodded weakly, leaning her head back against the wall. The vitamin water helped the nausea to subside and she made her way back to her room, moaning as the sunlight assualted her again. She made her way blindly to the windows and pulled shut her curtains before falling back into bed. She twisted over, catching her arm and groaning as a sharp pain shot down her left side. She pulled up the sleeve of the long-sleeved shirt—that she had no recollection of putting on—and saw the bandage around her wrist and hand.
"Oh, fuck," Clary gaped, everything from yesterday. Jace coming back, graduation, the tattoo...She didn't know how they got home because there was no way she would have been able to keep her balance on the back of his bike. Another thought flashed to her head and she looked, her cheeks brightening as she saw the baby blue underwear with white polka dots that she was wearing. So not the kind of underwear that she wanted Jace seeing her wearing. Her phone buzzed next to her and she picked it up, holding it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Clary," Simon greeted her. "You wanna meet in half an hour? Does that work for you?"
"Oh, right," Clary sighed. "Cronuts."
"Yeah," Simon sounded confused. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," she quickly reassured him. "Okay, half an hour sounds good, Si, I'll see you then." She tossed the phone onto the bed and dropped her head into her hands. On any other occasion she would have rescheduled with Simon, but in a weeks time he was off to Greece with his family. Clary was green with envy, but Simon had been whining about it for months, saying that he would rather be in his room, engaging in a Dungeons and Dragons marathon until he had to start at Uni. So they had to make use of the last week together and Clary wasn't gonna come off as shitty bestfriend. Plus, she wanted his opinion on her latest body modification.
Clary dragged herself out of bed, stripping out of the clothes she was wearing carefully so as not to jostle her arm too much. She got into fresh bra and underwear, a dark pair of jeans and a plain grey singlet. She forced down the rest of the vitamin watere before going into the kitchen and rummaging around in the cupboard for panadol. She swallowed it dry and then turned on the coffee machine in an attempt to make her feel a little less zombified.
"Shit, what do you think Jocie's gonna say?" Simon asked as he peeked under the bandage. "And do you know how to look after it? It looks a little infected." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and narrowed his eyes in concern.
"It's just because it's new," Clay said, hoping that was the case. "Jace said something about some cream that I need to get, I'll ask him later." Simon nodded and they fell silent as their coffees were brought over. Halfway through her first sip, chocolate forth on her upper lip, Simon cleared his throat.
"So...Jace, aye?" Clary raised an eyebrow, licking the foam off her upper lip before putting down her coffee cup. "How long is he around for this time?"
"I don't know," Clary shrugged. "He got a job, so maybe for a while."
"Oh, yeah," Simon said nonchalantly. Clary narrowed her emerald eyes.
"What?" She asked tersely.
"I dunno," Simon licked his lower lip, looking down into his coffee cup. "Just the last couple of times he has left you've been all mopey and shit for weeks." Clary rolled her eyes. "But, I mean, you told me he was dealing with shit with his mum and dad, right? So I get that there are other factors at play here that I don't get...I just don't want you to get hurt." She blinked at him as he finished his speil and then shook her head and laughed.
"Didn't really understand that but...Thanks," Clary reached over and kissed him on the cheek. "Now—you can't tell me that you're not excited for Greece. God, I would sell my body to swap places with you!"
Clary always felt better after she was with Simon. It wasn't the same knotted and completely energized feeling that she got when she was around Jace, but it was relaxed and calm. They were so opposite but she couldn't imagine functioning without him. It was a little after two as she walked up the stairs to their apartment and she paused as she passed Jace's fathers. She wondered if it would look desperate if she knocked on the door and asked if he wanted to hang out. It wasn't like when they were ten and they didn't care what the other person thought. Now there was so much over-thinking involved. Clary sighed and unlocked the door to her apartment. Her mother was awake again, sitting in the lounge in front of her easel, purple paint smeared across her cheek. Clary smiled and fell into the arm chair next to her.
"Clary! What happened?" Jocelyn exclaimed as she looked at her daughter.
"What?" Clary asked, her eyes widening at Jocelyn's apparent alarm.
"What do you mean 'what'?" Jocelyn got off the couch and knelt in front of Clary. "Your arm!" She gingerly picked up Clary's hand and Clary winced inwardly. When Jocelyn had finished tilting it to the side and was satisfied that there were no broken bones, she narrowed her eyes at her daughter. "So, there's no broken bones or a sprain. Why is there a a bandage on?"
"Jace took me out to celebrate yesterday—"
"Of course he did," Jocelyn muttered, leaning back on her haunches.
"And I got a tattoo," Clary squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to meeting Jocelyn's gaze. After a moment of silence she peeked out of one eye. Her mother was watching her with a carefully composed expression.
"You're eighteen, Clary," Jocelyn stated. "You can do what you want as long as you're not out getting pregnant." Clary rolled her eyes and Jocelyn shook her head wryly. "You definitely take after my side of the family," she stood up and nodded over to the kitchen table. "That would explain why he dropped that off." Clary walked into the kitchen and pulled out a small tub of cream from the brown paper bag.
"Jace came by?" Clary asked as she read the instructions on the side of the tub.
"He did," Jocelyn replied, watching her from across the room.
"Did you say anything?" Clary kept her voice casual as she turned around, but Jocelyn caught the hopeful gleam in her eye.
"He said that he would call you later," Jocelyn came over and played with her daughters long, red hair. She ran it through her fingers and then fluffed it up, flicking it over Clary's shoulders. "Now, about Jace." Clary suppressed a groan and Jocelyn's gaze sharpened. "You're gonna let me have my mum speech, okay? Now; that boy has been head over heels for you for a long time—years before you were letting him sneak into your bed." Clarys cheeks flamed, but she wasn't sure if it was from her mothers observation or that she had known Jace sleeping with her. "And I like him—he makes me a little nervous but I'm assuming that's natural for any mother when a boy like him is interested in their daughter."
"A boy like him?"
"Charming, self assured...A bit of a flirt. Has that kind of mysterious edge that girls like."
"Ohmygod, mum," Clary groaned in embarrassment.
"Which leads me to the second thing I want to say," Jocelyn pushed on, ignoring Clary's pained expression. "Just be careful. I've watched you two together for years, but just remember that you would only see him for a couple of weeks a year—he has a whole other life that you don't know much about. And it's clear that that boy has demons." Jocelyn reached out to touch her daughters cheek softly. "I just don't want you to get hurt, baby."
"I know, baby," Clary murmured. They were silent for a moment before Jocelyn drew in a quick breath.
"Okay, well...Show me the tattoo then," she grinned and looked down at Clarys arm. "I swear to God, if you have got something ridiculous I'm going to disown your ass."
"Mum!" Clary protested, laughing. "Have a little faith!" She started unraveling the bandage, grinning at her mothers expectant expression.
It was just after midnight when Clary's phone started ringing on the bedside table, lighting up her room. She groaned and opened one eye, scrabbling for the phone and holding it to her ear.
"Red?" Jace's voice filtered through, music and laughing in the background.
"Hey," Clary mumbled, rubbing at her eyes.
"Shit, were you asleep?" He sounded completely surprised, as though the thought of being asleep at midnight shocked him.
"Uh, yeah, it's okay," she replied quietly.
"I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang tomorrow? You weren't home when I came over before work." Clary grinned, feeling a lot more awake.
"Yeah, sounds good."
"Perfect." Someone far away yelled his name. "Aight, Red, sleep tight. Dream of me." He chuckled deep before ending the call, sending shivers through her.
My loves for today! Okay, so first there's this show that's on BBC that I've just got on DVD and fallen in love with called Orphan Black? It's incredible! She like finds out that she's a clone and there's all these chicks that look exactly like her, except a couple of them are certifiably nuts, and she's got this foster brother called Felix. He makes the show. No shit, he's awesome.
My second thing is is Wentworth Miller! There's really a thing with my day being made by hot guys, right? Haha. Well, my hubby and I have decided to go right back to the beginning of Prison Break and watch it all over again, and it made me remember how much I love him! Plus, how awesome is it that he came out as gay to world in a protest letter written to the Russian government. I mean, it's depressing he's gay, but that doesn't make him the slightest bit less attractive. Sigh...
Anyway, let me know what you guys think! It's your reviews that inspire me :)