Clary's P.O.V.
I got into Jace's car and found myself smiling. Jace, who I thought was a weird emo or something like that, was able to comfort me when I was at my worst. And he didn't pressure me to tell him what happened. It was still too painful to even remember it.
*FLASHBACK*
I arrived home and heard my parents shouting at each other. I saw my younger brother (in my story he's younger!) Jonathan crouched beneath the stairs shivering. I went to him and asked him,
"What's wrong Jon?" He then turned his head and I saw a clear red mark across his cheek. I gasped, not wanting to believe my father had slapped my baby brother. He was barely eleven! I stood up and as I was about to go confront my parents I heard in a steely voice,
"Clarissa. Come here". All of my bravery and anger from earlier were replaced with fear. I have never heard my father speak like this ever before. I approached our living room fearfully, and saw my mom crying on the floor covering herself with her arms. When she saw me she cried harder, and I was more frightened than before. My father came to me and put his arm around my shoulders.
"Clarissa, hello my darling. You see, your mother here wants a divorce. And I'm fine with it. And you know the best part? Your mother gets to keep your brother, and I get to keep you", he said as he cupped my face with his hand. I backed away thinking No. I can't possibly live alone with my father, this isn't happening.
"Don't walk away from me Clarissa," he growled. I winced and shouted
"I'm not going with you! EVER!" When I finished he grabbed my shirt and lifted me from the ground, choking me.
"You better not mean that Clarissa. Because then this will happen to you," he said as he kicked my mother's side. I screamed, but that just made him beat her more.
"VALENTINE STOP! I'll go! Just please stop!" I shouted crying. He looked at me and smiled before leaving to the kitchen. My mother left to her room too, and I was left alone crying and thinking to myself, My father just beat my mother up… and soon that'll be me. But I preferred that he hit me instead of my mother or brother. I looked at the time, and saw it was almost six, that meant Jace would be here soon. Still crying, I ran outside and ran straight into him.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
While I was lost in my thoughts, Jace said to me,
"You really do wander off a lot Fray". I looked at him and he laughed. Giggling because of his sudden laughter I said,
"Why are you laughing?" In between chuckles he said,
"It's just that you're very different outside of school," I thought about it, and I guess he was right. At school I had to be more nonchalant and guarded, while outside I could loosen up a bit.
"Talk for yourself Blondie. I thought you didn't have a voice!" I said smiling at his expression.
"About that Fray, Blondie is not a nickname that would be… adequate for me. Don't you think?" He said examining my reaction. What did he mean it wasn't adequate? He was blonde (therefore the nickname), he had golden eyes and golden skin… he was golden all over. And he wore shirts that fit him perfectly so you could see his muscles…
"No! You are freaking blonde Jace. Therefore, Blondie is perfect". He made a disgusted face, and I concluded in my mind that I wouldn't call him Blondie unless I was teasing him. I looked out the window and saw a familiar street, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Where are we" I asked him. He gave me his beautiful mischievous grin and parked the car.
Jace's P.O.V.
We had arrived at my favorite street. It had everything: restaurants, bowling alleys, clubs, and bookstores. And that's where I planned on studying with Clary. It was the perfect place, it wasn't quiet, but no one questions you having books with you. I looked at Clary, and she looked at the bookstore as if trying to figure out a puzzle. She looked inside and in her face you could see that flicker of recognition. She beamed and ran inside. What the hell? I thought girls like her didn't come here…
When I entered I saw her hugging Luke, the owner of the bookstore I heard her say,
"Where have you been? I've missed you!" He looked guilty when she said that, but then he answered,
"Me too kiddo… Jocelyn told me about Valentine…" But he was cut off by Clary, who looked at me and said,
"Later Luke. I've got company". That's when he noticed me and gave me one of his weird smiles.
"Hey Jace, I didn't know you knew Clary".
"I could say the same thing Luke". He laughed and motioned to a table at the back. We sat down and I asked Clary.
"How do you know Luke? He's not exactly from your neighborhood. She smiled as she said,
"He's my mother's best friend, kind of like Simon and me".
"Wait, you two are not dating?" I asked, using the opportunity to know if she was currently dating anyone.
"Me and Simon?" she said, her voice dripping with incredulousness, "Nope, I am completely boyfriend less. What about you?" She asked.
"Um… well… " How could I explain to her that I didn't have a girlfriend, but I wasn't single either? I have plenty of girls, but none of them are my girlfriend.
"You know what? Don't bother, I know your current... girl situation." She said giggling a little.
"Um… and you know because…?". Her lip twitched from a side, and she whispered,
"Your reputation talks waaay more than you". If I could blush, I would've, but I've learned to control my emotions so much I was able to keep a straight face. Though I guess some emotion was reflected because Clary laughed out loud at me.
"Anyway… what class do you need a tutor for?" I asked, thinking Hopefully all of them, so I can see her more.
"Actually, none. But I'm barely passing History and math, so we could start with that I guess". That's when I started teaching her some tricks, and giving her tips, and every time she got something right she would smile, and I would just try to make her understand everything so that I could see her smile again. But then we drifted a little bit of topic, and laughing I said,
"Oh I'm horrible at first impressions. Like, I thought Luke was your dad!" She laughed, but her eyes held some sadness in them.
"God, I wish he was my dad. My dad… he's not the best dad in the world" she said with a grim face.
"Well, then that's one thing we have in common. We both have asses for fathers. Though I bet yours is better than mine. I mean, at least he's with you. My dad… he left us when I was very young" I said my voice cracking. Dammit, why did I have to sound so weak? And why was I telling her this? My dad has left a wound inside of me, and ever since then it's been hard to feel loved. While I was burying myself deeper into depressing memories, I felt a warm touch on my arm. I looked down and saw Clary comforting me with her hand. She then grabbed my hand and her eyes were so full of understanding I thought I might just cry right there (obviously I didn't). People usually heard about my dad and gave me pity looks, but this beauty just understood me. We stayed holding hands I don't know how long, but I never wanted it to end.
Please review! This is my first fanfic, and I really need some advice. How are you liking it? For sizzy fans, I will add some later, but I guess I want Clary and Jace to get to know each other. I just don't believe in love and trust at first sight, you have to actually know the person have some feelings towards them, right? Well you don't have to agree, duh, but please review! Hope you liked it!