Making up for not updating a really long time.
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DISCLAIMER: I only own the story not the characters and TMI.
I woke up with the sound of my alarm.
My head hurts like it's being hammered over and over again. I didn't sleep much last night. My mind lingered on Jace and last night. Then the memory of what happened came to me like bricks falling over my head.
I groaned out of embarrasement.
How stupid can I get?
Slowly, I got up and gathered my things then checked the time, 6:42.
I tiptoed towards the door and opened the door as quietly as I could. The living room is still dark. I'm guessing Jace is still sound asleep in his room. So, I ran towards the bathroom and locked it up.
Warm water was streaming down the faucet as I climbed into the tub. This is giving me time to think. Think. Think. Think.
Jace.
My eyes shot open to that thought. Why am I thinking of that guy, for pete's sake? Clary, I told myself, get your act together. Don't lust over your new housemate! I mentally slapped myself in the face as I dip the rest of my body into the water.
You've been single for 23 years and it'll remain that way . . .
The thought of his body flashed before me.
The way droplets of water streamed down his torso. His broad shoulders looks so smooth and hard. Connected to it was his long and strong arms. I imagined how good will it feel when he holds me with it-trapped in his tight embrace. His abs were, well what can I say, 6 packs that are perfectly toned. I could just touch them and touch them and I won't ever get tired of it. He's not a macho man like, he has a body of a body builder but his body was like an art. A sculpture. The way the sculpture would take time to make his whole body beautiful and perfect. Not to big, not to small. Just right.
And his . . . And his . . .
I rose up from the water and caught my breath. How long was I underneath the water? And the more important thing, how long was I dreaming over Jace's body?
This . . . is not good. At all.
After taking a bath, I went back to my room and got dressed for work. Black jeans, black polo shirt and red sneakers. I collected my things and walked towards the door. Jace is still in his room. That's a good thing for me. After my thoughts about his body and his . . . the image filled my mind again . . . I shook my head and opened the door.
I could never have had the face to face him.
As I enter the coffee shop, Luke was already unloading supplies from the van. He saw me the moment I walked in.
"Hey, Clary."
"Hey Luke. Need any help?"
He was hesitant for a moment. I've always told them to never underestimate my weak appearance. I maybe small but I am not weak.
"Sure. Seb's not here yet but don't carry anything too heavy, alright?"
"Okay."
The day went by like any other boring day. People would come in to buy coffee and hang out. Some bring their books to read or laptops to finish their work or just sit around. It was around 5:30 in the afternoon when the least person I would want to see today came in.
As he was making his way towards the counter, I saw the girls looking at him-well, more like gawking at him. Seb was at the counter tending to the customers while I was making the drinks when I heard someone called my name. I knew already who it was so I decided to ignore it but you can't just ignore Jace; he sure knows how to get your attention.
"Clare bear"
"What did you just called me?"
I glared at him. How dare he gave me pet names. We are not yet-nowhere near-the friendship border. How can he be so casual? He smiled-can't believe I'm saying this-heavenly. He flashed his pearly white, well taken care of teeth. He made me wish I was rich enough to have my teeth checked and cleaned.
"I think that name's cute. From now on I'm going to call you Clare bear."
"And I think you're annoying." I got the coffee I prepared and called the customer's name. Tola. It sounded like a supermodel's name so I half expected some girl who was 5'11 in height, petite with foreign looks but I instead, a girl who was roughly around 5 foot, a brunette with gold highlights came to get the coffee. Jace smiled at the girl and she returned him a flirtatious smile. Psh
"Oh, I'm sorry. Anyway, Clare bear-"
"Stop calling me that." I got out to clean a table from which a group of messy college students were sat. Jace still followed me.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"I'm not eating dinner." Especially made by you.
"Why not?"
"Well, my shift ends at 10pm so yeah, I'll be eating here." Those college students were beyond messy! Coffee spills not just on the table but underneath it as well. Bread crumbs everywhere. And someone left their trash on the table and under the table. Jerks.
"Oh, well I guess I can just bring you Chinese take-out? You want noodles?"
I stopped wiping the tables and looked at Jace. "Why are you so annoying?"
"I'm annoying?"
"Yes. You are." I went to the back of the store to get a mop and Jace followed but Luke stopped him because customers aren't allowed to be in it.
When I got the mop Jace was still waiting for me. Jeez!
"Look. I'm sorry if I'm getting on your nerves but Isabelle entrusted you to me. I gotta do my job."
"I don't need a sitter. I'm 23 years old. I don't need someone looking out for me. I'm old enough to take care of myself."
Just when Jace was about to say something, Seb joined our little talk.
"2 lattes at table 6" He said to me and nodded at Jace.
"Hey. You Clary's boyfriend?"
"No." Jace and I said at the same time.
"Oh, well, friend then?" Seb sure is friendly.
"No!" I said, too quickly. Jace and Seb looked at me.
"I mean . . . He's my new housemate."
"Oh, wow. Well, that's a little weird that you're living with a guy but hey, I ain't judging. It is after all, the 21st century. I'm Seb." He smiled at him and hold up his hand. Jace took it. "Jace"
Judging from what happened, I'm guessing Jace made a new friend.
Judging from what happened, I'm guessing I made a new friend.
Seb seemed alright. I stayed until they closed the coffee shop. I remember when they told me what happened to Clary and Isabelle told me that if Clary gets off work really late at night I should go and take her home.
It wasn't at all boring waiting for Clary to get off of work. There were a lot of girls to keep me company. I think I might make this my regular hang out from now on. I didn't realize that there are more women who wold hang out at coffee shops than at night clubs.
Luke, the shop owner, gave me complementary cinnamon buns when he found out I was Clary's new housemate. Seb and Luke really cared a lot about Clary. It's like they're her real life father and brother. I remembered when I asked Simon about Clary's family.
"Oh, it's just Clary and his older brother now. Their parents died in car crash when Clary was eight."
"Oh, man. That's . . ."
"Yeah. I know. Their relatives weren't taking them in. Luckily, Izzy's parents and their parents were good friends so they took them in until Jon turned 18 and got a job. They moved out eventually."
"Where's her brother now?"
"He's in Paris working at a 5 star restaurant. He's a chef. Clary's been wanting to visit her brother but Jon doesn't have the luxury of time and money to even get a week off of work to visit his sister."
When Seb turned the OPEN sign from the door to CLOSED, I stood up and went over to Clary. Luke didn't even stopped me when I followed her to the back of the store.
"You're not allowed in here." She said dismissively.
"Luke didn't stopped me so . . ."
She got a broomstick and then faced me. "What do you want Jace?"
"I told you, Isabelle told me to-"
"And I told you I don't need to be taken care of." She made her way to the store and started sweeping the floor. Seb was cleaning the coffee makers and Luke was arranging the chairs.
"Whether you like it or not, we're each other's responsibility."
"And why do you think so?"
"Well for one, we live in the same house, or for that matter, apartment. And two, I think a petite, small girl going home at 11 in the evening would mean gang rape for scumbags waiting for their prey."
"He's right you know." Luke said as he placed the chairs upside down, on the table.
"Yeah. I mean, the last time you went home alone this late at night, your bag got snatched. Late nights in New York isn't good for girls like you." Seb said.
Alright! I got Seb and Luke on my side.
"Oh, come on! That was the first time! There were nights before when I went home and nothing happened to me!"
Clary was really infuriated now. Who wouldn't be? Her friends are not taking her side and her capability as a woman was being challenged. I pitied her. She looks like she was about to cry and run off.
"Whatever." She said and continued sweeping the floor. I went to the foot of the stairs and sat there.
Seb walked up to me and said, "Clary's really stubborn. She knows that you're right. Just bear with her." I just nodded and watched Clary finish cleaning.
They started closing the shop at around 11:30. Luke was outside seeing us as we leave.
"See you guys tomorrow. Clary, you can leave early tomorrow. Emma will be at work."
"Oh, she's still working here? I thought she already went home?"
Seb chucked and Luke smiled at Clary. They sure love her wit. Just then we heard something crash. We looked at the direction where the sound came from and saw a girl sitting-more like lying down-beside the trash cans. Luke and Seb hurried to get to her and helped her stand up. She looks wasted.
Wasted but definitely hot. She was wearing a tight leather skirt from which were like 4 inches long, a red fitting tank that hugged her curves and showed off a little bit of her cleavage, her blonde hair was swept on one side and was wearing 4 inch stilletoes.
"Emma sure knows how to make an entrance." I heard Clary said under her breath.
So that's Emma. The girl I flirted with yesterday. Hmmm.
"Oh, heeeey Uncle Lukey! 'Ya know, you should reallyyyy, like der somethang with yer hair." She giggled.
She staggered her way towards the shop with the help of Luke but then she stopped when she saw me.
"I know you." She placed her finger on my shoulder. I'm not sure if her voice was being seductive or she's just really drunk. I raised my eyebrow.
"Yer the haandsomee fella yesserday." She then yanked herself away from Luke and encircled her arms on my neck. "Wanna make out?"
I heard Clary snort before Luke pulled Emma away from me.
"Okay, Emma. You're drunk. And grounded."
He asked for Seb to bring her up to house. When they got in, Luke faced me and his face filled with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, Jace. She's . . . she's a something."
"Oh she's something alright." Clary said with so much bitterness and sarcasm.
Luke just told us to get going and as soon as we did, sure enough, Clary's snarky comments about Emma wasn't far from over.
"I can't even understand why Luke is tolerating her bimbo niece? If I was him I would totally send her back to where she came from or make her work at a night club as a prostitute."
"Woah there, redhead. Easy."
"What?"
"I think you're a little to hard on that poor girl."
She stopped and looked at me as if I was kidding her. "Poor girl? Really, Jace?"
I shrugged.
"Okay first of all, she's not a poor girl. Her parents are from the Upper East Side. She just got punished that's why she's here, to teach her a lesson. It was her own fault and for me it looks like she's not learning anything at all."
"Okay well, I still think you shouldn't be that harsh on her."
"Why? You into her?" She said and glared at me as she crossed her arms over her chest. I smirked at her.
"So what if I am?" I stepped closer to her. She was a bit startled by my move and stepped back a little.
"Psh. Whatever." Clary started walking a little bit too fast. I caught up on her and grabbed her wrist. She yanked her arm but I am not letting her go. Teasing her is fun.
"Are you jealous?"
"What?!"
"I think you are." I smirked and pulled her closer, still holding her wrist on one hand and her waist on the other. Her breath is getting heavier by the minute.
She struggled to get freed from my hold but obviously I am much more stronget than her.
"Let go of me, you perv!"
"Oh! I'm the perv now? Hmm." I brought my face closer to hers. Her big green eyes are beautiful even in the dark.
"As I recall from what happened last night, I should be the one calling you that."
"As I recall from what happened last night, I should be the one calling you that."
He smirked at me and I felt my face began to flush. How dare he?! This is so not the time to bring that up. Just keep it cool, Clary. Keep it cool.
"Wha-what?" Great. Way to keep it cool.
"Don't play innocent now, Clare bear." His voice was very, very low and very, very seductive. I felt my knees weaken. No! Keep it together.
"I . . . I don't know what you're-" I didn't had the chance to finish what I was going to say as he pressed me against his body. How good and how bad it made me felt. Why does he have this effect on me?!
"Oh, you and I both know what I'm talking about."
And with all my might, I freed myself from his grasp. He didn't seem to stop me as he had a playful smile spread on his face.
"That was an accident."
"Okay. Fine. It was an accident." He did an air quote when he said the word accident.
And then I saw it. The spark in his eyes. His playful smile. He's teasing me!
"You're teasing me!"
"Oh! No. I'm just merely stating a fact here." He said and I heard him stifle a laugh.
"So you think this is funny?"
"No." He looked serious for a moment and I soften my expression to him. Which is a wrong move because just seconds after that he smirked.
"I think this is fun."
Hey guys! How are ya?
I've been gone too long! Work can really take a way your free time to just sit and think and write.
I missed you guys. I hope your not furious for being MIA for too long.
BTW, I was thinking of making a Lucaya/Joshaya Fic (Girl Meets World)
Still deciding tho 'cause I still need to finish this first.
Apartment 805 is a short story so we only got like 7 chapters left :)
Tell me if I should do a Lucaya/Joshaya fic? Or maybe I'll post a one-shot for all Percabeth's out there :)))
Love you guys! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews and encouragement :))
xo daughterofposeidonhere