A/N: Woo I like this chapter! My college door just fired half of our RAs for a 23 floor building, including my RA. So I am extremely frustrated right now, which is driving me crazy. I'm very sad. QWe started a petition, but I don't think it'll work.
Anyways, now that I'm done with my rant, a few of you were I don't want to say upset, but wasn't sure if they liked the truce. I understand that, but this truce is just about them not purposely trying to mess with each other. They aren't going to be BFF's all the sudden. They still drive each other crazy.
And to the person that asked, yes this is a Clace story, but it won't happen for a little while. They have to get to know each other first and all that.
Also Jace's familial relationship is weird in my mind. You will learn more about that as it comes. I know it's a little weird that Luke adopted him, but you'll understand more later on.
I groaned in annoyance, as my mom sat on the bed next to me. She has woken me up just by doing that, but I kept my eyes shut. I didn't want to start school yet. I wanted summer to continue. Everything must come to an end, but that doesn't mean I want it to. "Clary, wake up." She mused, rubbing her hand in a circle on my back. I moaned, rolling my face into my pillow. "Come on time to get ready." She hummed.
"Wake up Jace first." I grumbled, tucking my arms underneath myself.
"He's already up, sweety. Let's go you have thirty minutes until you need to go." She cruelly ripped the covers back, as she exited the room. I stretched out my limbs, sitting up groggily. I rubbed my eyes, seeing Jace's bed made up like a militaries bunk. I scoffed, slumping to the door to lock it, so I could change in peace. Living with a boy is going to suck. I shrugged my clothes on, before exiting my room. I went to walk into the bathroom, but the door is locked.
"Jace." I jiggled the nob, and it didn't budge. "Jace! Open the door!" I started hitting the door because I needed to tame my hair and brush my teeth. My mouth taste like arm pit. "MOM!" I yelled, storming into the living room.
"Yes, honey?" She asked, as she set her coffee mug on the counter.
"Jace is hogging the bathroom." I complained.
"He was working out this morning. He's probably in the shower." She shrugged, pouring the black liquid into the mug.
"The shower wasn't running!" I dropped my head back in frustration, knowing I had to fix this myself. I trudged back to the bathroom, and knocked on the door again. This time it opened revealing a pretty much naked Jace. Water was dripping down his ridged muscles, while the scent of a citrusy musk drifted into my nose. I was completely gawking, and I couldn't top myself. I have never denied that Jace isn't hot, but wow I have never seen this much of him. His towel was resting low on his hips, showing me the nice V of his torso.
"Take a picture it'll last longer." He stepped aside, letting me in the bathroom with him.
"Shut up." I shook myself out of my haze, walking into the slightly foggy bathroom. I could feel a hot pit forming in my stomach, as I continued to glance at his reflection in the mirror. I grabbed my tooth brush, as he messed with his locks of hair. I scrubbed my teeth, watching him manipulate his hair multiple times before he was satisfied and left. I scoffed, wondering how much time he spent working on his hair before I was in there. I spit out the used tooth paste, wandering back into the kitchen, where my mom had left out a thermos full of hot chocolate. I smiled, grabbing it.
"Why don't I get a thermos?" Jace pouted, as he poured himself a travel mug full of coffee.
"Because I'm my mother's favorite." I smirked, glancing at the time. "Crap! I'm going to be late for the bus." I grumbled, hurrying to grab my bag.
"I can drive you." Jace offered, sitting at the island.
"Ha, no." I rolled my eyes, slipping the straps on my arms.
"Oh, come on. You really want to ride a bus with hormonal middle schoolers for the next 30 minutes?" He challenged.
"Fine." I huffed, dropping my bag on the couch. "When do you leave?" I asked, sitting against the back of the couch.
"Like 15 minutes." He glanced at the clock, as he started munching on his protein bar. "Sit down, eat some breakfast." He encouraged.
Instead of eating breakfast, I pulled out my phone.
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Jace was finally ready to go, and I followed him downstairs into the parking garage. I have seen Jace's car before, but I have never ridden in it considering that we aren't friends. It definitely wasn't the flashiest on school property, but it was nice. It was a brand new ford fusion in a bright blue. I have also heard stories about this fusion. Most of them end in Jace boning some prissy cheerleader, which made me apprehensive about getting in the car. This thing probably smells like semen and sex. Ugh. Why did I agree to this again? I slid into the passenger seat, and realized this is the cleanest car I have ever been in. Does he vacuum this every day? I never pegged the great Jace Herondale to be a clean freak.
We rode to school in silence. That was fun. The awkward tension of us not being mean to one another was weird. I'm not going to say we have been at each other's throats for years, but we have been having a sass battle since my freshman year. One insults the other, the other comes up with a better comeback, the one trying to get back at them, and repeat. That was my daily interaction with Jace my whole life, and now that we aren't purposely trying to torture each other, I don't really know what to do around him. I climbed out of the car once we got to school, and tried to get as far away from him as possible. I can't be seen with him. I don't want his reputation all over me.
"What?! No thank you?" He called out after me, as I fell into step behind some class mates. I cannot be seen with Jace. Everyone will assume I'm sleeping with him or worse, which is something I really don't want.
"Simon!" I called out to my best friend, trying maneuver around the people in the hall.
"Hey, Fray." He walked up to me, hugging me tightly.
"I feel like I haven't seen you at all this summer." I bumped against his side lightly, as we made our way through the hall.
"I know right. I'm never going to Florida without you again. What's your first class?" He asked, starring at his schedule.
"AP language." I informed him.
"Me too." He grinned, linking our arms together.
"Sweet." I smiled, as we walked into the library to meet Izzy.
"Hey, you two." She pushed some guy, who was obviously very into the make out session they were in. He looked very disappointed to be pushed away. She came over to us, crushing both of us into one of her overly affectionate hugs.
"Iz, your killing us." Simon gaped, trying to escape from her hold.
"I don't see you for three months, and this is how you greet me?" She sassed, crossing her arms at him.
"That's not what I meant- I meant that I- It's just you- I'm sorry." He glanced down at his feet in defeat. Simon is whipped, and they aren't even dating. Poor guy. He likes her so much, but she doesn't even see it.
"I'm in AP language first period what about you guys?" Izzy questioned, sitting back down on the comfy chairs.
"Same." I confirmed. This year is going to be great. I have my two best friends in my first classes, which is pretty much a miracle. There are 6 AP lang classes, and we were lucky enough to get in the same one. All three of us started talking about our summers, which was dominated by Izzy because she's the only one that went somewhere.
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It was finally time for class to start, so we filled into our first period. I slid into my seat, realizing that Iz and Simon both had a face of disgust. "I didn't know Jace even knew grammar." She scoffed, sitting back in her seat.
"What do you mean Jace?" I whipped my head around to see walking down the row by me.
"Hey there." Jace plopped into seat next to me, smiling deviously at me.
"WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME EVERYWHERE!?" I exclaimed with wide eyes and a horrified expression.
"Your overreacting, little girl. I would have thought that you were obsessed with me enough to check me schedule before we came to school." He smirked, as the bell rang, making me unable to say anything back. My face felt so hot that I thought I would combust. The entire class heard that. This probably the most humiliating moment in my life. I slammed my head against my desk, wishing that I never got out of bed this morning.
A/N: I hoped you like the friction between the two. I love writing this. This is the first high school story I have written, so I am excited. I wanted this to be different than the typical high school AU.
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