Okay, so, I'm trying oober hard to get this next chapter out as quick as I can. It might be a while, and, for all you Mortal Instruments lovers, I'm making an OOC Clary and Jace romance fan-fic. And, this chapter is going to be in third person. I want a view on all aspects, you know? So, R&R, tell me which POV is best. J
And, OH, MY GOD. I JUST READ MY LAST CHAPTER. AND IT WAS TERRIBLE. I MADE SO MANY TYPOS, IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY -.-
Okay, Lend, no pressure… she's just a girl. Lend sighed as he walked down the hallway of his small school to meet his girlfriend, Evie, at her rusty old locker. Yeah, but she's a girl who makes me lightheaded with happiness. And speaking-… or, er… thinking of happiness, that locker made her so happy sometimes, he couldn't help but laugh.
Lend stalked slowly up to where Evie's locker door hung open, and stooped down slightly, so his torso and head was hidden behind it. He waited there until she shut her door, it closing with a loud CLASH of the metal-on-metal banging. He didn't give her the chance to look around, or to see him standing there, when he stepped forward, and took a quick look over her head, surveying the hallway traffic. It was crowded. Good, he thought. The more witnesses the better. She's mine.
He pressed his lips down on hers without a moment's hesitation, unlike her, who froze for a moment, before melting into him, moving both of her hands to his shoulders. Lend backed up, and leaned against the lockers; of course Evie followed, and reached up on her tip-toes to hold the kiss. People brushed against us as they tried getting by us in the crowded hallway.
After a few moments, the late-bell rang. They broke apart and gave each other a goofy, flushed-faced smile before joining hands, and walking down the nearly-empty hallway together.
It was early May; the weather was warming and the flowers were blooming, finally. Also, in a few short weeks, Lend would be graduating, and going to Georgetown College, which was only two hours away, but that was two hours too many for Evie's liking.
Before they walked into the classroom, Lend paused outside of the door and tugged Evie back by her hand. He ducked his head down and whispered into her ear, "Hey, you need to look sad, alright?"
She raised an eyebrow, silently asking "why?", but Lend only put a finger over his lips and shushed her, then let go of her hand, and gestured her toward the classroom door.
Evie entered the classroom with a sad look on her face, though it also looked confused. Lend, waiting for Evie to be out of view, sprinted toward the male bathroom down the hall, threw the door open, and rushed into one of the stalls. He shut the stall door, and thought deeply about his father.
Dark hair, brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, annoying freaking personality, five o'clock shadow… Lend thought. After a few moments, he exited the stall and looked into the mirror that was hung over the sink.
Lend now had dark hair, brown eyes, bushy eyebrows and a five o'clock shadow. And his father's face, and height, and clothes. Or on a glamour, anyway.
He left the bathroom, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He shuffled like an old man down the hallway to Evie's classroom. Standing in the doorway, Lend-as-David cleared his throat to gain the teacher's attention.
The teacher stopped mid-sentence and turned her gaze to Lend; it didn't look friendly, nor did it look happy. "Yes?" she muttered, walking toward the door-her heels clicked loudly on the floor as she made her way over.
"Um," Lend cleared his voice quickly, like his father would do. "I'm here for Evie Greene-her grandmother passed away an hour ago. I need to take her to see Grammy." He spoke in a hushed tone. His gaze flickered from the icy teacher's glare to the blonde's face in the back of the room, to his Evie. There was a hard smirk on her lips. Hah, good. She can see through me.
The teacher's gaze softened when he gave her the 'terrible news'. She turned her back to Lend-as-David and looked to Evie.
"Evie Greene, you are being dismissed. Homework for tonight is on pace two-thirty-six, questions four through twenty."
Evie nodded and began to gather up her things. Lend leaned against the door, keeping his sadness façade plain on his face.
Evie slung her bag over her shoulders and began toward the door. Lend moved aside and gestured for her to go first.
She walked ahead of him and down the hallway, and he followed behind her. They turned the corner and exited outside through a door that lead to the portables (outside classrooms).
That's when Lend thought about his usual glamour, the one Evie described as the "dark-haired-dark-eyed-hottie".
He soon took the shape of the glamour in his thoughts and strode forward at a quicker pace, looping an arm around Evie's waist.
He dipped is head down so that his lips were at her ear, and muttered in a mock low-voice, "Well, hello there." He then kissed the expanse of neck below her ear for a moment before facing forward once again and chuckling as he strode forward, pulling her close to his side as he went.
They made their way toward the parking lot, where Lend's truck was. It was an old, faded red Chevy truck with a black strips across it's middle.
Lend walked Evie to the passenger's side of his truck and opened the door for her, then gestured for her to take a seat. After she did so, he shut her door gently and jogged over to the driver's side of the truck, opened the door, only to find Evie in the driver's seat.
"Can I drive?" she asked, giving Lend her best "please-please-please" smile.
He shook his head and wrinkled her nose, giving her the "I-don't-think-so" grin. She whined and shook her legs, in a failed attempt to stomp her feet while sitting down.
Lend climbed up into the seat and had his butt hovering over Evie's lap, the gesture practically saying "move, or you become my seat."
She shoved over without hesitation, though not far-she still wanted to be close to Lend.
He pulled his keys out of his front-left pocket and stuffed the car-key into the ignition, turning it. The truck's engine stuttered then roared to life. Lend then reached back and pulled his seatbelt over his chest, clicking it into the holder.
Evie followed Lend's noble example of Buckling-101, and mimicked him. She then scooted closer to him, and he put his arm around her shoulder after he maneuvered out of the parking lot and onto the road.
"Where to?" Evie asked as she weaved her fingers through Lend's.
"It's a surprise. And you are going to find out in a few minutes, anyway; it's not that far."
And so it's almost 5 am. I just wanted to get some sort of update out to you guys. I promise I'll be more active from now on. :] And, again, excuse my typos. THEY'RE NOT MY FAULT! R&R. Goodnight, my pretties.