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Chapter two
Clary POV
On Tuesday Clary parked her truck in the students parking lot and swung out of it. She made her way through the winding halls and out into a small opening, that had a large circular table in the middle, with no chairs and a dieing tree in the corner. Izzy was sitting on the table, legs dangling off with Simon laying on the ground, near the tree.
Clary walked over to Izzy, "what's he doing?" Clary asked Izzy, sitting next to her.
"He has an exam and wants peace and quiet." Izzy explained.
"He's a weird child." Clary said, laughing quietly with Izzy.
They talked for a while.
"I can't believe Emma and Jules haven't gone all the way yet." Izzy said.
"I know! I thought they would have!" Clary said.
"I mean, me and Simon have. Why hadn't they." Izzy said.
"Well, Emma made me buy like 50 thousand bras the other day because apparently Jules broke them all. She said and I quote, 'me and Jules hadn't had sex, but we do get a little frisky.'" Clary giggled.
"No way!" Izzy said in a whisper.
"Yep!" Clary said.
At that moment Jules and Emma walked hand in hand through the doors and towards them. Jules had paint in his hair in on his shirt and jeans, as usual. Emma fitted with hidden weapons. Clary only knew they where there because she had know Emma for so long.
"Hey guys." Jules said.
"Hey." Izzy and Clary said. Simon still 'concentrating.'
Emma and Jules sat down next to each other in the ground. Emma took out a small pocket knife and cut of a loose strand on cotton on Jules shirt.
"Is it weird that I am totally unfazed with her being stocked full of weapons?" Jules said as Emma tucked the pocket knife down the front of her bra.
"Well, you grow used to it, I suppose." Clary said.
"Unless she accidentally stabs you. Has that even happened?" Izzy asked, curiosity on her features.
"Yeah. Multiple times. Once, we were making out on the lounge when a tiny dagger slipped out of my pants and stabbed him in the legs." Emma sat, leaning her head on his shoulder. Emma was about half a head shorter than Jules.
Clary laughed.
Clary headed off to English first, it was boring lesson. Clary didn't pay attention. None of her friends where in her English and there was no sign of Sebastian either. After English Clary went to her locker to swap books for History, only to find Izzy leaning up against it. It only meant one thing.
"Wag with me. I know you have history and hate it. Please, we'll go and perv on the hot football players." Izzy begged.
"Okay. Because I know you won't let me go to my next class anyway." Clary said and shoved her books into her locker.
Izzy and Clary hung around her locker for a while, while everyone made their way to their next class. Clary heart rate picked up when she saw a certain golden haired boy, jog through the hall, towards the oval.
"Follow that sex god!" Izzy said yanking Clary along with her.
Sure enough he headed for the boys football practice. No one was on the field yet except the coach, as they climbed halfway up the bleachers.
"Let me guess. Free period?" Coach said, laughing.
"Nothing else." Izzy said.
The coach laughed and walked off the round up the team.
"He must be new!" Izzy squealed excitedly.
"Yes Izzy. He must. Now calm down." Clary said, grabbing her sketch book out of her bag.
She started drawing a dragon in flight when the team jogged out on to the field.
"Hey ladies!" Several of the guys shouted out-as usual-waving at us and smiling.
Clary ignored them and carried on sketching.
"Holy, fuck me, god." Izzy whispered beside Clary.
Clary peered over her sketch book to see Jace out on the field, shirtless. Shirtless. Shirtless. His back muscles rippling as he jogged. He had the perfect body. Nice pecs, washboard abs and a V line ridding down under his low sitting pants, and his honey golden skin.
'What if give to touch his soft skin.' Clary thought to herself.
Isabelle smirked and turned to Clary, "you know you just said that aloud."
Clary cursed to herself and blushed, focusing on her sketch. But no matter what her eyes kept travelling from her sketch to the field. Jace's muscles flexed as he ran. He was so graceful, weaving through the giant bodies, darting across the field. His golden hair plastered onto his forehead, his honey golden skin shinning with sweat.
It went a lot quicker than Clary expected. She was still staring at Jace as he glanced up at Clary and Izzy, he smiled a lopsided smile that made her shudder. She quickly continued sketching, trying to focus, trying not to look up.
Izzy leaned in beside her, "sex god approaching. I repeat sex god approaching."
Clary looked up, sure enough Jace was climbing up the bleachers towards them.
Izzy stood up, "I need to meet up with Simon. I'll leave you to it." Izzy said with a wink, and raced down the stairs.
Clary sighed inwardly and glared daggers into Izzy's back.
"Hey, Angel." Jace said from in front of her. He stood there, leaning on his right leg. He was still shirtless and wearing knee high basketball shorts. He pushed his wet hair off his forehead.
"Hey. Jace right?" Clary said, smiling up at him.
"Ah, you remembered." He said with a smirk. He sat himself down next to her.
"Of course." Clary said. She turned and crossed her legs so she was facing him.
"You still haven't told me your name. I bet it'll be something beautiful." Jace said, his smirk still on his face.
Clary blushed and looked away, "that's for me to know and you to find out." She said, hoping her voice didn't falter.
"You like to keep me in suspense don't you." Jace said, laughing slightly, a soft and sexy laugh.
Clary laughed. Her sketch pad slipped off her knees and fell to her feet. She bent to retrieve it but Jace was quicker.
"Woah..." Jace's voice was low, his eyes wide, "it's-it's amazing..."
Clary blushed again, retrieving her sketch pad from Jace's hands, "thanks." She said shyly.
"Hey! Jace! Come on man! Stop hitting on the fellow ladies!" A boy-Liam-yelled from the field.
Jace waved his hand, signalling that he was coming.
"I have been called upon." He said standing up.
"What a shame." Clary said cheekily.
Jace smiling at her, a small smile, "I suppose I will see you again, Angel." He said in a smoky voice, slowly retreating.
"I suppose you will." She called back.
Jace winked and leaped down the bleachers, quicker than a Cheater, and disappeared into the locker rooms.
Clary smiled to herself and packed her stuff away before retreating to where everyone hung out at lunch. She spotted the oak tree near the fence line of the school and sure enough Izzy, Simon, Emma and Jules were sitting there. She sat down across from Izzy who had her hand intertwined with Simon.
"Oh, you didn't bring Sex God?" Izzy said, clearly disappointed.
"Uh, what?" Simon interjected.
"Oh it's this guy, who Clary clearly has the hots for." Izzy said with wink.
"I don't! Plus I'm dating Sebastian. I think." Clary said, all of a sudden confused.
"So cute!" Izzy gushed.
Clary glared at her. She looked over to Emma and Jules who were practically devouring each other. Emma straddling Jules in a sitting position, her hand tugging his hair as his hands travelled over her body.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to that..." Clary said, turning back to Izzy.
"Ditto." Simon said, grimacing away.
When it was 5 minutes to class Clary hurried off to her favourite class Art. It was a double period class for her, she loved having a little over 2 hours in the messy art room, with her crazy, eccentric teacher.
Clary bounce into class, heading straight to the back where the easels and paint supplies where. She grabbed her half finished painting of two wolves tumbling around in snow, small intricate snowflakes falling around them. She totally zoned out, blocking out the rest of the class, not noticing anyone or anything around her. She didn't even notice something sitting beside her until she turned around for a refill of paint.
"Oh shit-" she shouted, jumping back.
Jace sat there with a sly smile on his face.
"I know my good looks make girls speechless. But cursing out loud. That's new." She said, a smirk on his face.
She glared at him and smeared blue paint on his face. She giggled as he unsuccessfully tried to rub it off. He only succeed in smearing it into his golden hair.
"Cute blue hair." She teased, whipping her paint smeared hands on a cloth.
He smiling up at her, "I've always been contemplating whether or not to dye it blue."
Clary giggled, "let me help you some more." She smeared her hand in blue paint.
Jace's eyes widened, "no, no, no. Angel, no. Angel." He said, voice slightly playing.
She smirk at him and lunged for his hair, she successfully smeared her hand from the top of his head and down the front, staining his eyelashes blue as well. She laughed as he tried to grab her wrist, because she kept slipping away, smearing more paint into his golden hair. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her sides.
"Angel, you'll pay for that." He said in a low, playful voice.
Just as he reached for the paint a soft, crazy voice sounded from beside them, "what are we doing here? Making the new boy a smurf. Now if that's going to be you assiment, I suggest you look into short white pants." With that the teacher ran off giggling.
Jace stopped, "uh, I'm a little scared."
"I used to be to. You get used to it." Clary said, staring at the teacher.
The bell rung signaling end of class, and Clary's art class.
"I'll get you back." Jace said, as Clary slid her painting into a drying rack. It wasn't quite finished.
Clary turned back towards Jace, ready with a come back, but lost it. She was lost in hysterics as she stared at Jace. His hair was practically all light blue, with streaks of gold through it, his face smeared here and there with paint, his shirt also smeared with paint.
"Okay. Okay, I get it. I'm just glad us seniors get to leave now instead of having lunch and another period. I couldn't bare walking around looking like this." Jace said, poking and prodding at his hair.
"Oh come on." Clary said pulling him out of class.
They walked towards her locker together, she quickly shoved her books in there and grabbed out her bag. Jace's phone beeped just as she shut her locker.
His face dropped immediately, "fuck." He whispered.
"What's wrong?" Clary asked, concerned.
"Oh my cars at the mechanics and mom was my ride home but she just got called into work, and she has my house key. Looks like I'll be sitting at home like a idiot for hours." Jace said, frustratedly rubbing his face.
"Oh come on. You think I'll let you sit outside your house looking like that. Come on, I'll give you a ride and you can come to mine until your mom gets home." Clary said, walking back through the halls towards the exit.
"Really?" Jace asked, his face lighting up.
"Of course." Clary said smacking him on the arm.
"Thanks, Angel." Jace said. Clary smiled
She walked towards her truck and unlocked it.
"Your kidding me. Can you even get in this thing?" Jace asked, teasing.
"Oh shut up or I'll retract my offer." Clary said, glaring.
Jace pretended to zip up his lips. She laughed and climbed into the car.
She drove through the street to her house. It was in a rich estate. Her house was surrounded buy a black metal fence and large spiked gate. She pinned in her code and drove up the shortish driveway and parked her car in the underground garage where all her family's cars where. All expensive, Clary didn't even bother learning what they where, but Clary was the only on with a truck. She walked towards the door that led up to the foyer but Jace was standing there, mouth open.
"You right?" Clary giggled.
"I. I just. Like. Oh my. And it's just. But." Jace sputtered out.
"You sound like a fangirl. Come on." She joked, ushering him up the stairs and through to the foyer.
Her father and mom shouldn't be home. Her father was at work until 10pm and her mom left this morning for a flight for work. Jonathan may be here, Lilith would be. Clary led Jace into the massive kitchen that had white marbled bench tops and all stainless steel appliances. All for an obscene amount of money. Clary walked over to the cupboard filled with food. She grabbed out multiple packets of chips, then chocolate and coke out of the fridge.
"Movie?" Clary suggested as Jace helped her carry the food.
"Of course." He said smiling.
"We won't watch it in the theatre, can't be bothered getting it started." Clary said.
"You have a theatre?" Jace said in shock.
"Yeah, complete waste of money, I know." Clary said scoffing.
She walked up the glass stairs to the third floor where her bed room, bathroom and even her own lounge room was.
Just as they reached the top of the stair case she heard her brothers voice, "I pretty sure dad would object to your boyfriends in your bedroom. Especially blue haired ones." Jonathan squinted his eyes at Jace who self consciously touched his hair.
She turned around, "first of all, his not my boyfriend. And second of all, lounge room, not bedroom."
"But-" Jon started.
Clary held up her hand silencing him before turning back and leading to her lounge room.
"Wait, you have your own lounge room. On the top floor of the house?" Jace said in disbelief.
"Hah, believe it. Once again, waste of money." Clary huffed at she slid the double wooden sliding doors open with her foot. She flicked on the dimmed lights with her elbow.
It looked the same as usual. Huge chocolate brown fabric couch, littered with pillows, chips packets, coke bottles, remotes, game controllers and who knows what else. Massive 100 inch flat screen TV that hung on the wall, Xbox, PS4, broken and smashed Xboxes and games and movies stacking up on the black TV bench and all around the room.
"Sorry for the mess, I haven't been bothered to clean and I won't let anyone else clean it." Clary said, grabbing the rubbish and chucking it in the bin, moving the game comtrollers, and throwing pillows back on the couch.
"You-ohmygog. If I hadn't known better I would have thought this was your brothers lounge room." Jace said, in awe.
Clary laughed, "trust me, it would be a lot cleaner and his not in games or anything like that. His lounge room is a study room."
"Angel, you've just moved to the top of my list. You are by far the most amazing girl I've known." Jace said.
Clary blushed and sat down on the couch, grabbing the TV remote. Jace sat next to her.
She handed him the remote, "take your pick of movies. Any single movie you want. Ever." Clary said opening the 2L coke and taking a gulp out of it.
"So. Many. Movies. Here, I'll do it blindly, okay?" Jace said.
"Okay."(AHHHHH THE FAULT IN OUR STARS! SORRY!) she answered.
She covered his eyes with her hands, he held down the arrow and it scrolled extremely fast through thousands of thousands of movies. He let go randomly and it landed on Gladiator.
"Ah, lucky it landed on a good movie." She said, punching him in the arm.
They started the movie, eating the food, joking with each other throughout the movie.
It was weird, Clary hardly knew him but she felt safe and as though she had known him for years. Once the movie had finished Jace's mom was home. Clary was slightly disappointed, she wanted to spend more time with him. She dropped him off at his house, a cute small little one floor house, with a small cute garden, Clary wished she could live some where like that one day. They exchanged numbers, and parted ways.
As Clary drove home she couldn't wipe the massive smile off her face.
Now, I don't know if you guys know but I'm Australian, that's why I don't set it in exact cities and I know I say mom like Americans do, but I do it out of habit from reading so many books.
how bad do you want some Clace? Pretty bad? Hold in there ;) :*
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