Fandomgirl5: Drugs. I don't even know... I have too much time on my hands, and I'm really awkward.
EVERYONE, IF YOU VALUE MY SANITY, YOU WILL READ THIS: Uuuuuuuugh. I don't want to be an asshole, but here's the thing… I'm writing this story, and will include whatever I feel like including. It's my right, as the author. I'm glad you're enjoying the story, but I've gotten a lot of "No Clonathan!" and "Not too much Clonathan, please." I don't mind when you tell me what you'd like to see, but I've clearly stated that there's going to be some Clonathan. To the extent that.. They're probably gonna fuck, eventually. (As many times as I want them to) If that's not something you want to see, you don't have to read the story. You've been warned.
Like I said, this will be a Clace story eventually, but it's not right now. Please stop pushing me to get to the Clace.
One last thing: I'm not going to write any bondage in this story. I have to say it, because someone asked. I'll consider writing you a one-shot or something, when I have more time.
TRIGGER WARNING: Sebby gets very creepy, and a little violent in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments.
-Clary Fray-
Jordan and I talk for hours, while we wait for the others to wake up. He's very sweet, and feels the need to use pet names. Normally I would hate it, but Jordan is too cool. I don't mind. "I've learned to fortify my own entities." He tells me. "I never should have fallen for her, without a plan. Wishing on stars doesn't make people love you, no matter how much you try to believe that it will."
I don't know how to comfort him. There has never been a time that I was in a situation like this one. Maia is an idiot. Jordan is a catch, and she'd be lucky to have him. "She doesn't realize how fortunate she is." I say.
It's overcast today, but I think I see the sun again when Jordan smiles. "Thanks, honey." Yep. Maia's definitely an idiot.
I do my best not to glare at Maia while I'm showing her out. Magnus and Alec both left immediately after waking up, because they had to go to work. Everyone else stayed to help clean the mess we'd made last night, while we were drunk. Once everything was in order, Maia left. I'm assuming it's because Simon and Isabelle were leaving, as well. She had no reason to stay, if Simon wasn't here. Besides Jordan, but she's too blind to see what she has.
I'm in the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher, when Sebastian starts creeping again. "So, it Jonathan you're interested in." He states, with malice in his tone. "That's kinky. He's your brother."
"He's my step brother." I correct him, rolling my eyes.
"Details." Sebastian bellows. "That's now what I'm here for."
I sigh for at least ten minutes. "What do you want?"
His expression takes on a wicked undertone. "I'd rather discuss this somewhere a little more private."
My eye rolling game is so strong, right now. "I seem to recall declining your gracious offer, last night."
Sebastian tsks, sweeping back a mess of black hair. "I'm afraid that's not an option."
"I'm afraid you're wrong."
Sebastian smiles menacingly. "You're going to give me what I want, Clary. I promise, you'll enjoy it."
"This is getting annoying." I groan. "You're making me want to stick small, furry creatures in the microwave."
I guess my threat to small, woodland creatures made him angry, because he pulls me roughly against his chest, fingers digging into my wrist and waist painfully. I feel something lodge itself in my throat, and I'm barely able to choke out the words "Let go." My tone is wavering.
"It's cute when you act like you have a choice." Sebastian's lips are coming directly toward my face, and his grip on my wrist tightens. It shoots bolts of pain up my arm. My head turns to the side, and he lands an open mouthed kiss on my cheek.
"Sebastian." I say, with false sweetness in my voice.
His smile against my cheek makes my stomach lurch. "Yes, Clary?"
"Do something for me." I ask, huskily.
His lips move down to my neck. Gross. "I'll do anything for you."
Calmly, I tell him "I want you to take a step back… And literally fuck your own face."
I try to shrug him off, but his grip tightens. This bitch it really jacking up my arm. "Maybe if you try harder." He mocks me.
This is the part where it isn't funny anymore. Sebastian is a moron for even trying this. The other boys aren't far away. I can hear their voices. "Jace!" I yell. "Jonathan! Jordan! Can you guys come here, please?" It's not even fifteen seconds before the three of them rush in, Jonathan dragging Sebastian away from me. My wrist throbs from where he held it.
Jordan puts his arm over my shoulder, shooting a murderous look at his cousin. "Are you alright, sugar?"
"Oh, splendid." I reply, sarcastically.
Jonathan's voice is strained, his jaw set. "Sebastian, you need to leave."
I grab Jace's arm, when I see his expression. I've seen him angry before, but usually he isn't silently angry. This is scarier than when he's screaming at people.
Sebastian shrugs. "She was basically begging for it." He says casually. "She wants me."
"Leave." Jonathan repeats, firmly.
"She was begging for it. You should have heard the way she-"
"Get out!" Jonathan snaps.
Sebastian winks at me on the way out. We're silent, until we hear the front door slam shut. The three boys mirror each other. Fists clenched. Knuckles white. Jaws set. Their calm demeanor morphing, wrapping itself in rage. We're standing here, my hand on Jace's arm, Jordan's hand on my back, and Jonathan looking pallid by the door.
Jordan mutters something under his breath. It sounds like "What a tractor."
My laughter cannot be contained. "Did you just call him a tractor?" Jordan just nods, as if this insult makes sense.
"I'm really sorry, Clary." Jonathan says. "I shouldn't have let him come over. I just…" He passes a hand through his already disheveled hair. "I didn't really think he would hurt you."
"I'm not hurt."
Jace grasps my hand. The one that was still holding his arm, afraid of what he might do. "Your wrist." He says.
There's a sharp intake of breath by the doorway, followed by feet shuffling across the kitchen. Jonathan hands me an ice pack from the freezer. "Thanks." I say, taking it from him, and pressing it to the swollen wrist. The all watch me with spotlight concern. "I'm fine, guys. Stop looking at me like that. I wasn't even scared. I knew you were close by."
They all seem to sigh in unison. "What are we supposed to do? My cousin just crushed your arm." Jordan says, through gritted teeth. "Such a tractor." He repeats.
"Go do cousin things. Jace and I have to go see Max."
"Cousin things?" Jonathan questions.
"Whatever cousins do. I don't know. I haven't got any cousins."
"Clary!" Max calls from the couch at the Lightwoods. "You're back!"
"Of course I am." I smooth out his hair, after sitting down beside him. "I said I would be."
Jace crashes down heavily only the couch beside me. "Do you guys want ice cream?" He asks. "I want ice cream, and zombie movies."
Max brightens at the mention of ice cream. Personally, I would prefer waffles. If I put my ice cream in a waffle cone, that counts, right? "Ice cream sounds fantastic." I decide.
"Yes!" Max agrees, eagerly.
"Cold stone?" Jace offers.
Max is vibrating from the idea of ice cream. Clearly, giving him sugar is the responsible thing to do. "Perfect." I say.
"Alright, Maxy Pad," says Jace. I glare at him. "go get your shoes and your jacket."
"Okay!" The little boy exclaims, and basically bounces up the stairs, toward his bedroom.
"Don't call him that!" I scold, once Max is out of earshot.
"He likes it." Jace defends.
"He doesn't know what it means."
"That's what makes it funny!"
Waffle cones definitely count. They're not nearly as captivating as actual waffles, but they're a solid second. "I knew you'd get a waffle cone." Jace teases.
"Of course you did. You're my best friend." I state. "And I knew you would get that peppermint flavor." Jace sticks his tongue out at me, like the mature adult he is.
Max giggles joyfully. "You two are my favorite people."
Jace smirks at me. "Who do you like better?"
"You're such a tractor, Jace." I mutter, before Max can answer.
"No, you're a tractor, Clary." Jace retorts. Max looks confused, but shrugs and goes back to shoveling ice cream into his mouth.
It's nearly eight o'clock by the time we finally make our way back to Jace's house. The boys insisted on going bowling after we ate ice cream. I suck at bowling. Jace kicks ass at it, and laughed every time I sent yet another bowling ball into the gutter. Even Max demolished me. I really hate bowling.
"Okay!" says Jace, shedding his jacket in the entry way. "It's time for zombie movies."
I glance at Max. "Are you sure Max is old enough for zombie movies?"
Jace deadpans. "Clary, he's ten. It's not like he's nine, or something. Showing zombie movies to a nine year old would be irresponsible."
"I won't get scared!" says Max. "Sit by me, Clary!"
I make a big show of rolling my eyes at my best friend, before taking my place between the two boys. Jace props his feet up on the coffee table, and Max curls into my side. Every time someone gets killed by a zombie, Jace chuckles and Max shrieks with delight. What's wrong with these people?
Alec walks down about halfway through the second movie. "Max, what are you doing up? It's way past your bed time."
Max crosses his arms. "I'm watching movies with Clary and Jace."
Alec glances at the television. "Zombies, Jace!? Seriously!? He's ten! Max, go to bed. I'll come tuck you in after I talk with Jace."
Max starts pouting. He really wasn't afraid at all, during the movies. "You're being such a tractor, Alec."
Alec pales. "WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT WORD!?" He yells, before realizing that the word is tractor.
Jace and I start laughing. "Jace and Clary said it." Max tells him, proudly.
Alec shakes his head. "It's almost midnight. Go to bed, Max."
"Midnight!?" I swear under my breath. "I was supposed to be home by 10:30!"
Jace curses. I check my phone, to see the damage. There's only one text.
Jonathan: You're late. I told your mom that you weren't feeling well, and went to sleep already. Be quiet coming in... You owe me.
I sigh in relief. "Jonathan covered for me, but I have to go. Bye, Jace! Nice seeing you again, Alec. Goodnight, Max." I see Jace frown before I leave, but didn't have time to question it.
Luckily for me, the bedroom Valentine and my mother share is nowhere near the front door. It's on the bottom floor, all the way in the back. I head upstairs and knock lightly on Jonathan's door. It cracks open, seconds later. Oh, God. He's not wearing a shirt again. Focus, Clary. You're here to say thank you, not stare at his chest. "Can I help you?" he asks, with a smirk.
"I, uh…" I sputter. This would be easier if he was wearing a shirt. "I wanted to say thank you. I just lost track of time. My mother would have killed me, if it weren't for you."
Jonathan arches one eyebrow. "Like I said, you owe me."
I nod. "Deal."
For a moment, we just stand there awkwardly in his doorway, A Day To Remember playing quietly behind him. Then he leans forward, his lips brushing my ear, and huskily whispers "Goodnight, Clary. I'll let you know when I decide how you can repay me." He pulls away, winks and shuts the door.
Sonofabitch. This boy, always smirking, winking and walking around shirtless… Lord, help me.
Think about waffles. Waffles. Waffles…
Shout out to rippingbutterflywings, who is half to blame for all of this tractor business.
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-IWriteNaked
