Serendipity

I'm trying to clean up the mess I made

But the towel I used to soak up my worry it just went up in flames

You see I got a conscience like gasoline

I could siphon shit out, fuck it and leave

But, I fuel the fire with everything they said it's stuck in my mind

You're better off dead.

-Never Lose Your Flames by Issues

XxSPxX

Serendipity- Chapter 2

My small hands desperately clutch to the straps of my satchel as my tiny frame is shoved into walls on the busy streets of Brooklyn. This is exactly why Isabelle should've been considerate enough to pick me up.

As I approach my neighborhood's local Target, my eyes fix onto a warm, laughing pair of brown eyes. The body attached to it just happens to be my best friend, Isabelle. As she runs over, she almost collides with a tall, blond teenager. Fortunately enough, he stops abruptly before Izzy knocks him over, drunk in her stupor of enthusiasm. The boy chuckles, a sound so contagious that my lips start to unconsciously twitch. After shaking his head, his eyes follow Isabelle's direction and a large pair of aureate eyes land on mine.

I don't say this often but this guy is hot. His sculpted jaw is just the beginning. Pretty Boy has long, golden eyelashes that match his golden hair, which must be really soft. His arms are covered in swirled, black tattoos and there's another one on his collarbone which I can't exactly read right now. I can tell, because of his skin-tight black shirt which leaves nothing to the imagination, that he has really defined stomach muscles. And then there's just his face. Oh my Lord. His eyes are expressive, meaning huge, and his full bottom lip is captured between his teeth.

My shoes suddenly become incredibly engaging as I begin to blush profusely at the ardency in his eyes.

The stranger's eyes are still on me when my best friend damn near knocks me over.

"Fifty dollars," she wheezes, placing her hands on her knees. Her long, thick black hair shields her face from me. "Where do we start? Shoes? Dresses? Shirts? Earrings? Music? Candles? Movies? I don't give a fuck. We just need to spend this money, Clare, before your dad takes it away again."

A tiny giggle escapes my mouth but my eyes focus behind Izzy's head. The stranger's back is to us now, his long legs taking him in the other direction. A strange sinking feeling overcomes my body and the giggle abruptly dies off my lips. And he's going to Chipotle. This guy knows where it's at.

"Hello?" Isabelle frantically waves her hand in front of my face. "You completely zoned out there for a second, Clary."

Shaking my head, I return my undivided attention to my friend's rambling.

"Okay, let's go in," I breathe a sigh.

Isabelle drags me all the way to the entrance of the huge Target. I lag behind to look for the beautiful stranger once again. My eyes frantically dart around, searching for the familiar head of golden blonde hair. I finally see him in the Chipotle across the road, sitting down with a really flamboyant young man and a familiar face.

I almost dislocate my best friend's arm, pulling her to a stop. Staring at me with her chocolate-colored eyes, one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised in question. I gesture towards the Chipotle and she spots him too.

"Is that-is that Alec?" she squints her eyes at her brother. "What the hell? He didn't tell me he was gonna be here."

Shrugging, my feet unconsciously follow Isabelle, who's heading to the glass door entrance to the Mexican restaurant. I silently pray that my crazy best friend isn't going to make a scene. Too much to ask for? Yeah. I think I guess that one already.

"What the fuck, Alec?" Izzy's deep brown eyes meet her brother's clear blue ones.

"Hello, sister," Alec drawls lazily, before taking another bite out of his burrito.

"I thought you were going out on a-" Isabelle stops short when her eyes land on the man seated next to her brother. "Magnus!"

A squeal escapes her mouth and I feel the need to cover my ears.

"Isabelle," Magnus kisses both of her cheeks, when his yellow-green, cat-like eyes fall on me. A bright smile lights up his well sculpted face.

"Clarissa Morgenstern," he says before scooping me up into a hug. Giggling, my hand hits his arm until he drops me.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you in years," my colorful friend gushes.

"You saw me a month ago, Magnus," I say slowly.

"Shut up, that seems like ages ago."

My subconscious tells me there's a pair of eyes boring into my back. I turn around, forgetting that the mysterious stranger from earlier is there to. My face is cherry red when my eyes meet his.

"Clary, this is our friend, Jace Herondale."

The way that his name effortlessly rolls of Magnus' lips sends a jolt through my body.

Then, Adonis himself stands up and faces me, taking his hand out of his jeans pocket and offering it to me. I stare at it like an idiot for about a minute before taking it in my own. His warmth spreads through me and a slight shiver passes through me.

"Hey," his baritone voice caresses my ears.

"Hi," I whisper quietly.

We stay like that, my hand in his, his eyes on mine.

The only thing that breaks our trance is a loud clearing of someone's throat.

We all turn to the noise and Magnus is grinning at us with blindingly white teeth.

"Enough, lovebirds," Isabelle narrows her eyes playfully. "We've got to go to Target anyways, so we'll see you guys later, right?"

Jace's eyes continue to stare into mine, as he nods.

"Totally."

AN: Can I just say how much I love the band Issues?

Like their music is everything.

Anyways, don't forget to follow, favorite, and review.

I love you guys.

-Sosebo