Walking to the fiery Clary, I was walking remembering her haunted almost neon eyes. They had a sorrowful yet strong look in them, It made me want to run to the hills, but instead I told my adopted sister, Izzy, that I would walk Clarissa to dinner.
Whilst walking, puzzled and dazed by Maryse's words ('don't mess with her Jace, she's been through more then you know'), I didn't realize I walked in to Kaelie.
'Hey Jace!' She purred, arms wrapping around me from behind as I tried to carry on walking. 'Where ya' going!' she giggled, one hand traveling down to the front of my trousers as the other wrapped around my chest.
'I am going to take the new 'student' down to dinner.' I said harshly, pulling away.
'Aww come on Jace, we can have some fun! She can find her own way to lunch!' she kept getting nearer, hand getting near my trousers. I gulped, hurriedly pulling back as her hand went down to my zip and she started to kiss the side of my neck.
'no Kaelie! I mean it!'
'don't be like that Jace.' she was pouting looking like a twat then the goddess she was obviously hopping for.
I took my leave.
As clary opened the door I could see the disappointment etched into her features. But I could think of five things;
1) She had a good taste in music. It matched her clothes and personality.
2) She was in a single room not a room for two people. Is it something to do with what Maryse said?
3) She had taken the painting down off the wall.
4) She had been crying, her eyes rimmed red and swollen.
5) She was still beautiful. In the way only you can be when you don't know and don't care.
'What do you want Goldie Locks?' she said snapping me out of my shocked state. I realized I had been staring at her. looking I could see how tired she looked, leaning against the door frame, keeping one foot out to stop the door from slamming shut onto her.
' I, Madam, am here to escort you to the dinner hall!' I spoke in a posh English accent, gracefully putting my hand out to her.
After looking between my face and my hand she gently put her hand upon mine as if it was a rabid dog that needed to be tamed. 'Fine, Goldie.' she sighed stepping out of her room locking it with a key on a string around her neck.
As i took her to the hall, I wondered why she had the one single room, close to my adopted parents room, that locked. But mots of all I thought how her small hand looked so small and fragile in mine. Felt how warm and soft it was.