Serendipity- Chapter 3

If I die before I shine,

I hope my soul will finally find,

A heart that beats as fast as mine,

In search of something worth my time.

A place to rest, a place to hide,

From all the mess I've left behind.

This occasion calls for something more than just another...

Washed up broken hearted lie.

This occasion calls for something more than just another...

Waste of all my time.

-Dreamer by Ghost Town

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"Oooh, Clare," Isabelle bounces up and down, legs crossed, long hair flailing. "You and I both know that Jace Herondale is one hot piece of man right there. Don't lie."

I groan and shove my face further into the pillow to hide my red face from my best friend before she sees it and assumes that it's something completely different.

"You totally like him," my best friend squeals, flopping back onto my bed happily. "See, you're even blushing. You can't ignore what your body tells you, Clarissa. I don't think it's healthy."

All I hear is a faint 'ow' because a pillow has just been launched into her face. "What the heck, Clare?! I'm trying to help you here."

"Well you're, honestly, not doing a very good job. I know that you think I need to ' recognize my true feelings' and all of that crap, but I know what I'm feeling already. Sure, he's cute. I can state that like I'm telling you that we're in New York right now. It's a fact. I just don't know about his personality. The thing is, I need to get to know his before I start contacting him again."

Izzy groans and pulls a pillow over her face. I grab my phone from my desk and sift through my Tumblr dashboard. Isabelle has slid the pillow off of her face and is watching me with interest. Suddenly, she gasps and grins.

"We should try and find him on Tumblr," she insists. "He probably has one. I feel like he would."

My eyes dart to my friend uncertainly. "I'm not sure if you're joking or you're just crazy."

The brown-eyed girl who's laying in front of me, her head propped onto her arm, just snorts. Then she laughs. Her laugh gets louder and louder until I have to tell her to shut up.

"Do I ever joke, Clary?"

"Um, a lot actually."

"Shut up. Wrong answer. I'm trying to help you uncover your true feelings for this boy but you just won't cooperate," a frustrated sigh escapes her lips as she pouts at me.

"Fine." The word is reluctantly said. "But he probably has an Instragram, not a Tumblr. Or he has a Twitter."

"Okay," she claps happily, grabbing my laptop from under my bed. "Let's get started."

After Isabelle, somehow, found him on Instagram (though not Tumblr, which she was incredibly upset about) we find ourselves outside his house. Pulling my light fur coat a little tighter around my shoulders, I glance at my friend who's just staring up at the big modern building in awe.

"So what are we doing here again?"

She turns to me and gives me a look like I'm stupid. Sometimes I honestly wonder how and, more importantly, why I'm friends and I listen to this demanding idiot.

"We tell him that Alec gave us his address and dropped by because you ' wanted to get to know him better'. Right?"

I nod my head curtly, wondering why I'm doing this again. My hands frantically rub up and down my arms, trying to create friction to warm them up. Giving up on that, I breathe into my gloved hands, rubbing them together.

"The sooner we get this over with, Clare, the sooner we can get inside, okay?"

"Okay."

My friend strides confidently up to the buzzer, tapping her foot and waiting for him to respond.

"Hello?" the deep voice sounds confused and surprised. "Sorry, I'm not expecting anyone today."

"Don't worry about it," Iz chirps. "It's Isabelle Lightwood, Alec's sister, and I brought my best friend, Clary, if you don't mind. We just dropped by to say hi. If it's not too much trouble, could you let us in? Clary's kinda freezing her butt off out here."

My green eyes grow wide and more dark, auburn strands of long hair blow into my face as I shake my head frantically. Isabelle's face just gets more mischievous.

"Oh really? Alright. You guys can come up. The door's unlocked."

Isabelle makes a pumping motion with her fist and manages to blurt out a quick thank you to Jace before dragging me through the door and up the elevator. I can barely take in my surroundings because Izzy dragged me up here so fast. Though, I can tell, the lobby is white, pristine, and there's no trace of imperfection in sight. It's the same with the elevator. The shiny metal of the elevator tells me that this place isn't cheap.

Once we reach the 37th floor, the elevators ding and we step out, admiring the luxury carpeting, furniture, and overall atmosphere of the area. A whistle is blown out from Isabelle's mouth.

"Damn," she whispers.

My only response is an awe-stricken nod as we approach Room 378. It's almost all the way down the hall, close to the huge floor to ceiling window. This is crazy. And a very bad idea already.

"Jace!" Izzy yells, knocking on his door. "It's us!"

The key in the lock is shuffled and twisted for about five seconds before the door swings open to reveal the Adonis himself, his muscular frame blocking the view of his room from us. He's, simply, decked out in a light gray t-shirt and light wash skinny-ish blue jeans. It looks like he either didn't have time to brush his hair or it's just naturally messy like that.

"Hey," Jace grins at us, looking us both over, nodding his head. "It's cool that you guys dropped by."

Isabelle flashes him her signature mega-watt smile, his amber eyes meeting her brown ones.

"Wasn't it? It was totally Clary's idea. She wanted to see you again, right Clare?"

My glare wipes the smile off of my best friend's face. She can clearly see that I'm anything but impressed. Jace seems to catch this and raises his perfectly shaped eyebrows at us. Quickly plastering a fake smile on my face, I turn to him and show him that there's absolutely no problem here. You know, other than the fact that my friend is a conniving idiot.

"You guys wanna come in?" Jace clears his throat as his eyes dark nervously to mine.

"It'd be our pleasure," I reply, shoving Isabelle in front of me.

Here we go.

AN: Hello, hello, helloo my beautiful people.

I hope you guys are all having a really cool day/night/week/whatever. Because I'm not. This week sucked which is why I needed to channel all of my emotion into getting a new chapter up for you peoples.

Okay, I hoped you liked it and there's a lot more coming in the future.

Love you guys to pieces,

-Sosebo