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Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments, but my man is trying to read this right now, and I'm not letting him. Send help.
-Clary Fray-
What just happened?
I lean against the front door of my house, rubbing my hands down my face.
What just happened?
"Funny meeting you here," a dark voice sounds from the foyer.
I sigh, not in the mood for his games. "I live here, Sebastian."
"I am aware of that, Clarissa."
I pretend to gasp in surprise. "Oh, man. You are one clever pickle. I applaud you."
He half laughs and I have to admit that his smile is prime, and if he wasn't so creepy I would kiss him right now, because I am soooo turned on from Jace and his hands and his nudity… Oh, God. Why did he do that?
Again, what just happened?
"I was just leaving…" Sebastian trails off, nodding toward the door that I'm leaned against.
I push off the door, standing directly in front of him. My hand slowly creeps up to gently pat his cheek, and Sebastian looks genuinely confused that I'm showing him any kind of affection. "Such a shady motherfucker," I whisper, before walking out of the foyer. I hear him chuckle on his way out.
There are voices coming from the media room, upstairs. As I get closer I can make out Jordan's voice, which sounds desperate. "This is serious, Jon. I need your help."
Jonathan's laugh is so husky it could pull a sled. "I don't have any pot."
Maia's annoying groan sounds through the hallways, and I step into the doorway. Great, she's here. "We broke a condom," she says and feel like puking.
"Do nude jumping-jacks and it will spill out," Jonathan says very seriously, but I can see the amusement in his face. I can't hold back the laughter, and everyone whirls to look at me.
Jordan grins and says, "Hey, babe."
Maia snarls. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here." I shrug.
"Go away," she demands. "I don't want you here. I don't trust you, after what I saw you doing with Jordan."
"What did you do with Jordan?" Jonathan asks, but we ignore him.
I actually laugh. This child thinks she can fight me? Bitch, I've been fighting my whole life. "Listen here, Peewee Herman," I start very calmly. "You don't own Jordan. He's in love with you, but you just use him. I hope you choke on a dick, you raunchy slut. That being said, I'm not even into Jordan. I was just fucking with you. God, you don't have to get your vag all salty over this." Okay, it's not my classiest line, but I'm a little wound up from someone touching my naughty bits and I need some alone time to take care of this.
Jonathan emits a low, surprised laughing noise. "Clary, that's disgusting," he says but amusement is evident in his tone.
I give Maia the skinny eye look. "I don't care."
Jordan moves to stand beside me. "Clary, don't," he whispers. "It's fine."
"It's not fine," I snap. "She's a cunt."
"What ground do you have to stand on, Clary?" Maia yells. "Look what you're doing with Jace. In what way is that any different?"
"Jace is my friend." My jaw clenches, because what if she's right? After what happened earlier, I have no idea where he stands. I don't think he would do that just to mess with me.
"Open your eyes, Clary. He's in love with you, and you've been living in this blissful little bubble, pretending that you don't know." I hate Maia. I hate her so much that I stare at her, wishing her all sorts of diarrhea and other bad things.
"Maia, don't be such a bitch," Jonathan scoffs at her. "Jace is gay."
"Jace isn't gay," I tell him, with absolute certainty. Definitely not gay…
"Guys, just stop," Jordan complains.
"Jace isn't gay. He's in love with Clary, and she's been leading him on for years."
"Shut up!" I yell. "Jace isn't gay, but he isn't in love with me." For the first time in my life I am arguing about this without being sure that I'm right. I'm fighting Maia for the sake of fighting her. I don't know what Jace feels, but I highly doubt what happened at the pool was anything other than lust. He said he hadn't had sex in a while, and I know Jace can't go without that. It's probably just his hormones, and it didn't mean anything. "Besides, even if he was, I'm not sleeping with him. I've never used him, like you use Jordan." I scoff. "I don't even know why he likes you. You've got the personality of a rock and a plate for a face." I spin on my heel and walk to my bedroom.
I'm not even in my room for a minute before Jordan opens my door without knocking. "Clary…"
"Jordan," I retort.
"Please don't fight with Maia, anymore," he pleads.
"Someone has to."
"I told her it's over," Jordan divulges.
"Before or after you broke a condom?" I laugh.
He shakes his head, with his eyes downcast. "That happened weeks ago."
"So, she's pregnant?"
He shrugs. "I don't know. She says she's getting an abortion if she is." Something flashes in Jordan's eyes and I know that he doesn't agree with her decision.
"You don't want her to."
"It's not my choice," Jordan states with the most defeated expression I've ever seen on him. And I've seen him wear some very defeated expressions. "I don't want a kid. I just don't want it to die, either." He shakes his head again. "It's not my choice."
The fact that Jordan knows and acknowledges the fact that what Maia does with her body is not his choice makes me want to hug him. While I don't agree with Maia's general existence, I can't hate her for making this decision for herself. It is her choice, and while it's really sad, it's not my place to judge her for that. I will judge the fuck out of her for hurting Jordan, though. She'll never escape my judgment, entirely. Bitch.
I'm about to tell Jordan that everything is going to be okay when Maia enters my doorway. I roll my eyes, exaggeratedly. "Maia, darling," I croon. "I almost forgot you existed. It was the most liberating five seconds of my life."
"Clary!" Jordan scolds.
"Fine, fine," I resign. "I'll be nice. What do you need, Maia?" I ask politely.
"I want to go home, and Jordan drove me here," she says. Good, she's leaving.
Jordan sighs. "Bye, Clary."
The door closes silently behind them, and I'm finally left alone to process everything that happened with Jace. What the hell was that?
My hands fly up into my hair, making two tight fists on each side. That's how Jonathan finds me, standing in the middle of my room, a look of distraught spread across my face. He doesn't ask what's wrong. Jonathan doesn't say anything. He pulls me into his chest, my arms flying around his neck and he just holds me, while rocking back and forth. Our feelings for each other take tangible form in our united bodies, and we stay like that, his lips almost on mine, until my door cracks open to reveal Valentine standing on the other side.
OKAY I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT AND FOR THE CLIFFY AND FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER. But I wanted to update before NaNoWriMo starts, because I might not update at all for the month of November, since I plan to participate. Please be patient for that time. (I know, I'm asking you to be patient right after leaving you with this cliffy. I'm a dick. I apologize)
I'm soooooorry. But I need to focus on NaNo, because original stories, yo. (If you're participating PM me because I love you) Okay. I love you guys. I'll try my best to update things during NaNo but I really can't promise. At best, I'll probably do more one shots, so look out for those.
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