Hello everybody! I do believe I owe you all an apology. I lost my way with this story a little bit. I wasn't sure where I was going with it anymore. Every idea I had, I scrapped. I think it's because I was trying to rush into Isabelle finding out about Sebastian's true nature when realistically it would kill any drama this story has. After re-reading the whole story, I think I've finally gotten myself to a good place and Isabelle isn't going to find out for a little while yet (sorry). I hope you enjoy this story all the same. Let me know what you think!
I awoke the next morning feeling a lot fresher than I thought I would. Jace was still asleep, one of his arms wrapped tightly around me, the other tucked and folded behind his head. Stretching out my legs, I tucked myself in closer to Jace, hooking one of my legs around him. Getting myself comfortable, I must have fallen back asleep. I woke up again an hour or so later to see Jace looking right at me as I cuddled into his chest.
"Comfortable?" He questioned, looking down at me. I tucked my knees up to my chest, muttering 'mhmm'. "Feeling the effects of last night?"
"Not really." My voice came out scratchy. I cleared my throat.
"And you remember everything?"
"I think so?" Now I come to think of it, I wasn't entirely sure. "The important bits anyway." I turned my face towards his chest to stop myself blushing. Jace tilted my head towards him.
"Don't hide." He whispered, his fingertips skirting underneath my chin, so that he could look into my eyes. He delivered a handful of small kisses to my lips before he pulled back. "What are you planning on doing today?"
"I need to see Simon." I laughed, trying to sit up. "I have to know what went on there." Jace helped me into a sitting position. My head was still a little woozy, the room staggering. Jace was quick to notice, grabbing me a bottle of water from the mini-fridge.
"I'm glad you said that actually. I need to catch up with Isabelle and with Jon. I'm praying your brother doesn't remember a certain kiss that happened last night…" Jace trailed off.
"Us?" I gestured, looking up at him confused. He shook his head and suddenly the thoughts came back. "Ohhh." I flushed red, feeling a little sick.
"Don't get embarrassed. You weren't in the wrong." Jace was quick to my defence.
"I know. It's just – gross." I shuddered thinking about it.
"We can agree on that one. You know what else is gross – what I saw in Simon's room last night." Jace teased as he hunted out our overnight bags.
"Aww don't Jace! He'll get upset if he finds out someone saw him!" I protested. Jace looked at me devilishly.
"Alas the poor fool who leaves his bedroom door unlocked." I gave him a judging look as I sipped my water. "Or, I won't say anything." He resigned.
It took us a while to get ready, but we had a good excuse. That is if you can use kissing as an excuse. We parted ways on Simon's floor as I set out in search of him. Finding the room that I had spotted him in last night, I made a silent prayer that he would be decent before knocking on the door. Thankfully when he answered he was dressed as he would be on any other given day. I raised my eyebrow at him and couldn't help but smile as I walked into his room. His friend must have already left as the room was empty. I nearly choked when I saw what was resting on the nightstand.
"Simon Lewis, you devil!" I shrieked, rounding on him. "You fiend!" I laughed, as Simon caught sight of where I was going and quickly picked up the wrapper, throwing it into the bin.
"It's not what it looks like." He tried to backtrack but his ears were going bright red and that was a usual tell that he was fibbing.
"Liar!" I laughed, resting my bag on his bed. I went to sit down before thinking twice about it. "Is there anywhere untainted that I can sit?" I smirked as Simon's embarrassment finally broke into laughter.
"Fine, you got me." He shrugged, smiling.
"As if you were going to try and keep this from me anyway!" I shouted, throwing a pillow from the bed at him. He reacted late, taking it to the face. "So, are you going to see her again?"
"What do you think I am Clary?" He laughed, putting the pillow back into its rightful place. "I don't just hump and dump. I'm taking her out on Monday." He smiled, blushing lightly this time.
"Aw Si! I'm so pleased for you." I smiled, giving him a hug around the middle. "You have showered right?" I asked as I was pressed up against his chest. He went to push me away. "I'm kidding!" He joined in my laughter as he wrapped his arms around me, returning the hug.
"I'm surprised to see you if I'm honest." Simon admitted once I let go of him.
"How so?" I asked as I helped him gather up his things.
"I thought you'd be with Jace. Doing uh – similar things." Simon laughed.
"No, no. None of that."
"I don't know whether I believe that Clarissa." Simon was studying me, looking for tells.
"We slept in the same bed Si, and that's about it. None of your next level stuff." I smirked.
Once all of Simon's things had been gathered, which included his old underpants which had somehow managed to make it on top of the wardrobe, we headed down to find Jon. He wasn't anywhere obvious, so Simon went to look around the halls for him seeing as my feet were already aching from the night before. I waited next to the car. I noticed Jace's car was already gone. I propped myself against the bonnet, waiting. Car after car passed by, guests from the night previous returning to their homes. Only one car stopped and pulled into the bay next to me. The window wound down and Sebastian was sat beaming at me from the front seat, aviators adorning his eyes.
"Need a ride?" He offered, patting the seat next to him. I shook my head, pushing myself closer to Jon's car.
"No thank you, I'm waiting for my brother." Sebastian smiled, taking the glasses from his face.
"Last I saw of him, he was in no fit state to drive. He may have overdone it with the alcohol last night." He commented. "He wasn't the only one to overdo it though. Isabelle really aims to please doesn't she?" I felt myself tense up, as I kept myself looking away from him. "I'm guessing you don't want to hear the details? Are you sure? Isabelle and I visited places last night Clary that I've only ever dreamed of going to with you. Are you sure you don't need a ride?" He asked, no doubt a grin on his face.
"I'm sure." I muttered quietly as I heard the window zoom back into place. Moments later he was passing me as he turned out of the garage and drove off. He had to be bluffing. He had to be bluffing. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought. Could I reach out to Isabelle? Would she think I was just prying? What on earth would Jace think?
Simon returned a few minutes later with Jon and Jordan at his side. Apparently he had found them curled up in bed together, most likely where Sebastian had seen them when he had been looking for Jordan.
"Are you alright to drive?" I probed Jon as he stretched his arms above his head, yawning.
"I'm fine, just a bit tired. You need a ride mate?" Jon asked Jordan, who quickly accepted. Simon and I hopped into the back as Jordan took shotgun. "Did Jace keep an eye on you last night?" Jon asked as we were pulling out of the garage. I nodded my head.
"Have you seen him this morning?" I asked Jon. He shook his head which worried me. Jace must have found Isabelle and went straight home. What if Sebastian was telling the truth? What if he and Isabelle had – oh god. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I was quick to flick it open, raising an eyebrow when I read it.
Simon: What's up? You've went pale. Paler than usual and that's saying something.
I shot him a glance but he was looking out of the window with his phone in hand.
Clary: Nothing – just something Sebastian said. He's probably just trying to get into my head.
Simon: Tell me anyway?
Clary: He was hinting that he and Isabelle had gotten up to similar activities as yourself last night.
I tried to word it the best I could. I caught sight of Simon's face, he looked normal.
Simon: Isabelle can handle herself. You've tried to warn her, she didn't listen. You can't make her choices for her.
Clary: I should have told her the extent of it. Or let Jace tell her.
Simon was physically shaking his head.
Simon: Stop blaming yourself. People make decisions for themselves.
Clary: I guess you're right.
Simon: I'm always right. I know just what you need to cheer you up.
Clary: What's that?
Simon had put his phone back in his pocket so it didn't look like he was going to tell me just yet. Jon dropped Simon and me off at home before he took Jordan to wherever he was going. Simon beat me up the stairs and was raiding my bathroom by the time I got there.
"Can I ask what you're doing?" I said, as he pulled out razors and all sorts.
"We're going to have a pamper session. I know your goodies are around here somewhere. A-ha!" He proclaimed as he pulled out a couple of gift sets I'd been given for Christmas. We spent the next few hours using various lotions on our hands and feet before we cabbaged ourselves out resting against the bed, a facemask on each of our faces. Simon looked at me, only his eyes visible under his chocolate face mask.
"You know I was thinking…" Simon trailed off.
"You can do that?" I smirked and he nudged my shoulder.
"I'm going to say something nice actually!" Simon grunted, crossing his arms trying to look at me agitated. He took one look at my bright green face and burst out laughing. "I was just about to say that I'd rather this than a big house any day." I smiled at him.
"Me too." We sat there a while, watching junk tv before washing off our face masks. Whatever benefit they were supposed to be for we didn't see. We were both just extremely red faced.
"I hope this goes down in time for my date…" Simon laughed.
"Where are you taking her?" I asked, sitting on my bed.
"I was going to ask for help with that actually." All I could look back on was my experiences with Jace.
"Either somewhere fun or a nice restaurant."
"Good shout."
Simon left a few hours later and I was still feeling oddly sick. Maybe this was part of the hangover? Dressing myself in a pair of jogging bottom and a loose fitting t-shirt, I decided to go out for a walk to try and get rid of the sensation. Just as I was pulling on my converse at the door, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Isabelle: If Jace messages you and asks where I am, will you tell him I'm with you? We've had a big fight.
Clary: Why? What's happened?
I made my way out of the house, keeping my phone firmly in my hand. As I was waiting for a reply from Isabelle, I received a text from Jace.
Jace: Need to speak to you. Are you at your place?
Clary: I'm out. What's up?
It seemed to be taking them forever to reply. I'd made it all the way down to the park without receiving one reply. Finally my phone vibrated once more.
Isabelle: Jace has found out that Sebastian and I are boyfriend and girlfriend. He's not happy about it.
Clary: So where are you actually going…?
I wasn't entirely sure where I was going. I was just walking and walking. No matter how far or fast I walked, the sick feeling was still in my stomach. Painfully so. I'd walked a length of the park before I received another message.
Jace: Where are you Clary, it's urgent. I'm at your house?
Clary: I said that I'm out? What's the matter?
Seating myself on a park bench, I debated heading back.
Isabelle: Going to be with Sebastian. He understands me Clary.
I debated with myself for a minute for an answer.
Clary: I think you should go home Iz, How well do you really know Sebastian?
Isabelle: You're just jealous! It's getting really damn annoying now Clary actually! Me and Sebastian made a promise to each other last night – so back off!
I couldn't argue with her over text. Trying to call her, it went immediately to her voicemail.
Jace: For goodness sake man Clary! This is urgent and you're messing me about!
Clary: I'm in the park, one minute.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Jace's car was the first thing that I saw once I emerged. I walked over, opening the door and looking at him. He looked pretty agitated.
"Is this about Isabelle?"
"Have you seen her?"
"No, she was messaging me, saying she's going to see Sebastian." Jace smacked his hands on the steering wheel. "What's going on?" I questioned, going to get in the car.
"Don't bother getting in Clary. I need to go and find her. Did you know that she'd slept with him? How could I let this happen? How could you let this happen?" Jace trailed off, starting the engine. I closed the car door as he took off quite quickly. I stood for a while just looking at my house before I turned on my heel and headed back towards the park, that sickly feeling a lot more apparent now.
Thank you to everyone who reads my stories! Let me know what you think! All my love, until next time. ~Sapph