Quick Authors note: I check my stats every now and then and would like to thank everyone for reading my stories because I had a massive spike on Sunday. This made me very happy and I wanted to thank everyone. Anyway, on with the chapter…. –A (this was weeks ago but I still loved it)
Jace rocked Clary to sleep after hours of planning against Lance. She lay in his arms, pale, refusing to speak.
"Do something," Jace mouthed to Jon. Jon munched on marshmallows instead of answering, further annoying Jace. "You are her brother! Can you please help me?" He mouthed again, only to be hit by a can of Red-bull and pack of gummy bears.
"There's your help. She loves those." Jace scowled at him before picking up the items and laying Clary on a pile of pillows.
Gently, he poked her shoulder. "Baby, wake up. I have gummy bears." Her eyes opened slowly, fear clearly clouding her eyes. She looked around before sitting up and snatching the gummy bears from his lap. He watched as she ripped it open and poured five in her mouth. While she chewed color returned to her face, making her eyes appear even greener than normal. Jace was nervous that she would not talk at all but she surprised him.
"Red-bull, now." Slanting his eyes, Jace handed her the drink. Lucky for her, he had already raised the tab. Izzy looked up from where she sat with Simon, top still stained from the food fight, anticipating what would happen next. Clary chugged the Red-bull and tossed it aside. Before Jace could grab her, she shot up and began to pace around the room. Jace shot Jon a look he didn't regret.
"What? You said to help her!" Jon stated nervously. Clary gave Jace a cross look before commandeering the white board and wiping it clean. She'd taken a picture of it when they had finished planning earlier so all wouldn't be lost.
"Okay! We need a counter plan." She began. Alec raised a hand and waited for her to call on him. "Yes?"
"They haven't done anything yet, why counter?"
"Haven't done anything?!" Isabelle snapped, obviously furious. "I paid twenty dollars for this top and now it is ruined! They did something." Clary face-palmed at Izzy's response.
"I love you Iz, but seriously… please shut up for once." Clary commenced to drawing her plan, silently ignoring Izzy's hurt expression. After twenty minutes she stood back and gestured to the board. "Take a picture because I'm erasing this as soon as possible." Everyone pulled out their phones and snapped photos as she instructed. "After they strike at two o' clock, which is about three hours from now, we will surprise them. Agreed?"
Jace yawned in response. "If my sexy…err, I mean beautiful, girlfriend would get into bed with me I would love that." Clary erased the board while he spoke, smiling while Jon raised an angry eyebrow.
"Fine, it's bed time. I get it. Be ready." She curled into Jace's chest while the group settled into bed. "This better work." Jace kissed her forehead before turning off the lights.
"Silly girl, you know it will work. It's your plan." He fell asleep listening to her shallow breaths, enjoying the temporary peace.
-Three hours later-
A thunderous knock woke everyone up but no one moved or gave the slightest hint they were awake. In fact, Simon was still passed out. The voices that had started as whispers turned into enraged shouts after they didn't answer door for a while.
"I'll get it." Clary mouthed to Jace, slipping from the covers. She grabbed Jace's baseball bat from behind the umbrella holder and prepared to scream. "THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!" She made sure to position herself in front of the door before screaming again. "Lance, GO AWAY! I WILL SPLIT YOUR SKULL OPEN IF YOU DON'T LEAVE BEFORE I OPEN THIS DOOR." She heard him laugh at her. "Ask your friend how I almost gave him a concussion earlier. I'm serious."
"Looks like we woke up little red, guess everyone else is awake up too." He sounded confident.
She kept the lock in place and cracked the door. "Actually, everyone else is dead asleep. I'm the only light sleeper in here." Clary saw him smirk at the limited view of her bedhead before she shut the door back. Lance pounded again, but this time casually.
"I can get in you know. You have two minutes to wake everyone up." He paused, waiting for a response. When he didn't get one, he continued. "I will take you from that room if you don't." A couple of senior girls said hi from behind him. She looked through the peephole and saw Lance had duct tape. Hastily, she gave the signal to the rest of the room and undid the slide-lock. Time passed slowly for them. Jace hid the water gun filled with watery paint between him and Clary as he pressed against her back. Izzy shook Simon awake. And the lover boys armed the cannons of various substances. They were ready.
Lance opened the door, a vein sticking out of his neck.
"Was it really smart to do this on the night of a full moon, Lance?" Alec asked from his bed.
"Let's see: One vampire, a warlock, and five shadow hunters against a large number of male and female werewolves. Stupid questions probably shouldn't be asked." Clary rolled her eyes, crossing her arms with bat in hand. "Got something to say red? Cause even this impresses me." He gestured to her night clothes and ragged hair.
"Where is your sweatshirt? I don't need HIM staring at my girls." Jace threw his head back towards the dresser and looked at Alec.
"Can you grab my hockey one? It's the right size for her." Alec obliged and grabbed the old sweatshirt from the drawer. He tossed it to Clary in one swift motion, sitting on the bed when he was done. Clary snatched it from the air and pulled it over her tank top. Lance looked defeated when she looked back at him.
"What? I will not let you look at them for so many reasons. Get over it." Clary watched Lance raise an eyebrow at her.
One of the girls came up, Catherine, and entered the room. She closed the door in Lances face. "I have all of five minutes before they suspect me. Do you guys have a defense set up already?" She whispered hastily. They nodded in response. "Good. Lance will try to take you Clary, but I have a feeling that water gun has more than water so you are good." She noted Jace's weapon, smiling. "Good luck." The door opened behind her, revealing an angry Lance, who was covering his nose. "Sorry! They aren't armed, except for Clary, let's do this." The group grinned and advanced. Lance stepped forward for Clary but she swung at him.
"Geez, don't kill him!" One of the girls screamed at her. Clary glared at her menacingly.
"If you were in this situation, then you would be speaking much differently, now shut up." Lance took this opportunity to grab her but didn't see Jace coming. He glanced at his shirt and swore. It was covered in permanent, sticky paint. He growled, letting his teeth out.
"Good job, angel boy. Now you have crossed a line." Lance let go of Clary and dropped her on her ass.
"The hell!" Before he could be warned, she swung at his boys and hit. He crumpled to the ground like a fallen tree, landing outside the door frame. Jace laughed as the rest of the group backed off, fearing the midget of a girl with a bat. "Leave our room and abandon mission. Also, take THAT with you, it needs to go away." She pointed to Lance, who was cupping his balls, on the ground. Viper picked him up, murmuring apologizes.
"See you guys later, get some sleep." Viper led the group away, some obviously angry. Clary shut the door, feeling triumphant.
Alec said nothing as they high fived. When they all settled, tossing marshmallows at each other, he decided it was now or never.
"Guys? Guys! Listen to me." The entire group stopped and stared at him, dropping the bag of projectiles on the floor. "They'll try again. Lance won't stop until he completes this." Clary raised an eyebrow, slowly munching on the marshmallow in her mouth. "He'll grab Clary after classes, after a meal, etc. He has to complete this whether we injure him or not. Besides, he has a chance to tomorrow. Remember the wet tee-shirt contest? She is vulnerable then. He'll try it, I know he will."
Jace became defensive at the thought of Lance touching Clary. "Over my dead body." He held Clary close to him, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Jace, my heart belongs to you. Relax, okay?" Clary nuzzled her face in his neck, kissing his jaw as she leaned back up. The stubble was rough under her delicate lips but she didn't mind. He grinned as she kissed him, knowing she was only doing it to relax him. "Besides, I will beat him within an inch of his life if he tries anything. Now can we let Alec finish?" Jace nodded as Clary turned her head back to Alec. "Why do you know this?"
A note landed in her lap. "Viper left this behind when he told us. You were so distressed that you didn't notice." Clary unrolled the note, scanning it for important parts.
Alec,
I am giving you this for future reference. IF Clary tries anything and stops them, they won't quit until they have her. Basically, she'll be held captive for an entire night in their room, (the girls, not the guys) it won't be so bad. Guard her with your life.
-The V man (Does that work? Tell me later.)
"V man? I guess that is okay..." Jace mumbled quietly. Clary glanced up, confused by his reaction.
"What's up babe?" She turned around on his lap, unsettling Jon. Clary had to crane to see his face but she didn't mind.
"I used to call him Vipe. It's a long story." He looked down into her eyes, the ones he loved. She could have kissed him. Jon interrupted their moment with a cough.
"I suggest we get some sleep. Which means a certain couple needs to break apart before I ban them from sleeping in the same bed. Okay?" He glared from a top his mattress.
Clary leaped off Jace's lap, glaring at Jon. "I believe someone needs a girlfriend then. Couple resentment is an ugly trait." She almost dragged Jace's arm off before he got off his ass and onto the bed. She laughed as Jon tried to deny her the thrill of watching him turn red. Thankfully, he got the light to turn off on the first try, coaxing them all to sleep.
The morning brought temporary peace for the group. While the juniors couldn't stay quiet about the contest that afternoon, Clary barely ate anything. Viper caught a glance at her plate from across the room. After receiving highly suspicious glances from his own friends, he made his way over to their table, pausing to block Clary.
"Is this normal?" He lazily motioned to her almost full plate. Jace glanced up at him and shook his head. "Clary, what's wrong?"
She looked surprised he even noticed. "I'm nervous, okay? If I don't eat much until this stupid thing is over I'll be okay. Don't worry Viper, I'll be fine." Clary picked at her oatmeal miserably. The boys exchanged a look that scared her over her head. "What are you two…" she was silenced by a spoon finding its way into her mouth. Jace held it above her tongue until she took the bite, pissing her off. Her angered dissipated when the taste of apples exploded in her mouth. "That's good. But you don't have to force feed me!"
Jace dropped the spoon back into her bowl, giving her the death look. Clary knew she was in trouble and she was scared. "For the record, I was not force feeding you. I was ensuring your health by giving you vital nutrients. Also, you can't let this whole contest affect you like this. Have you seen Jon? He's doing something much scarier right now. Asking that girl out is not easy for him. Now eat, or I will feed you again." Clary weighted her options carefully. If she ate then he would feel better, but if she didn't she would be fed by her boyfriend. The second option seemed more amusing to her. Quietly, she crossed her arms and pouted.
"You can't make me. I have a choice whether to eat or not. I appreciate your concern though." Jace picked up the bowl, but dropped it back in place.
"I have a solution. Come on." He led her out of the lunch room and back to the dorm. Maybe she should have just ate, even if she felt like she could puke. The further they went from the cafeteria the less sick she felt. By time Jace opened the room door she could hear her own stomach growl. But, before she could say anything, he had thrown her on the bed and sat on her lower torso. "Here. Eat this or I will not get off of you. I will sit here until you get this god forsaken idea that you aren't eating until the competition is over out of your head. Understand?" She stared at the Cliff bar for a moment before tearing it open. He watched happily as she devoured it, almost choking because she bit off too much.
"Get off my hips now, please?" Jace obliged, laying down beside her.
"I'm sorry I had to go that far. Not eating anything damages you and you need the nutrients. I only became over protective because I love you." Clary curled into his side, grinning.
"I never said I was mad at you. But I should be apologizing. Letting this get to my head has not helped any of us. I've just never been in this situation before." She checked her phone secretly, seeing they had fifteen minutes till training started. "What damage can we do in five minutes tops?"
Jace set his head on top of hers. "We could do the usual or skip training. I feel a nap coming on." She could get out of training after when happened this morning. Clary was about to say something when she realized he had already fallen asleep.
"Jace. Wake up Jace. Come on." A genius idea came to her. "Fine, sleep! I'll have Lance help me with sword training. He'll be happy too!" She got three steps out the door before Jace grabbed her shoulder.
"That wasn't funny missy." They walked to the elevator laughing. "But seriously, never do that again. I will confine you to the bed if you do."
"Yeah right. I'm sorry babe, but I would be the one confining you to a bed. You would be seaweed wrapped if I could do that to you." Jace scrunched his eyebrows together as she pushed the ground floor button.
"Seaweed wrap?" He scooted as far as he could away from her, into the steel handles on the wall. "Like where I couldn't move?" Clary started laughing at his reaction. Closing her eyes, she imagined him lying on the bed, unable to move. To her surprise, Jace moved from his position in the corner and latched his arms around her waist.
"How about we skip training? I know a spot behind the gym." Clary rolled her eyes at this.
"Or we could climb up the ladder and hang out above everyone." Jace nodded, loving her devious mind.
"I like that better. Except, we have to be quiet." He gave her the look. She held up her hands in defense. "What? You like yelling." She said nothing in reply. The elevator doors opened and they sprinted to the back of the gym building. Using the back door, Jace smuggled Clary up above everyone else and on to the beam. They waited a few minutes before looking down on everyone. Alec, who unlike most people, had excellent vision and saw them. He only shook his head, not bothering to point them out. Jon looked around, trying to find her also. They both started paying attention when the coach came in.
"Good morning folks. Get to a station before I count everyone tardy, got it?" She looked around, eyeing the crowd. "Where is Miss Fray? Mr. Lightwood?" The rest of the group looked around, confused.
Viper spoke up above the confusion, "she felt sick this morning. He must be taking care of her for the first period." Coach marked something on her board as he spoke.
"Very well then, I will try to find Jace later and ask how she is. Get to it." She disappeared into her office after, leaving everyone alone. Jace flipped Alec off when he shot an arrow at the beam, hitting the bottom below their feet. Clary kicked the arrow out of place in defiance. Jon then looked up and almost cursed them out. He knew Clary was not one to skip, but he could give her one break. The look on his face said 'only this once, little sister.' She stuck out her tongue, not bothered at all. Her eyes met Jaces in the shadows. He was grinning at her, proud.
"How much longer?" She whispered. Jace checked his phone, turning down the brightness.
"Ten more minutes." He sighed, wrapping an arm around her. They continued surveying the scene before them before class ended. Slowly, Clary climbed down after Jace and snuck out the back door. They debated going to the next period for a few minutes outside the dorms.
"Jace..." She whined, trying her hardest to look slightly ill
"If you need to go back to bed, do so. Don't push yourself." He leaned against the wall, arm behind her head. A few werewolves walked by, sending her looks of pity. "See, you need rest if you still feel horrible."
"I am going to class, okay? Just let me do this." Jace sighed, taking her hand.
"Fine. But if you even start to look like you feel like crap, I am escorting you back to the dorm."
"Fine." They both knew this argument was pointless, it was an act after all. Besides, they had the same stubborn, strong witted essence within them.
Alec POV
He couldn't believe his eyes. Upon the beam sat Clary and Jace, not giving one care in the world. Why hadn't he expected this…? Taking his eyes off them, he paid attention to the coach. She was confused by their absence, which was covered by Viper. If his brother had anything to do with this then someone would die tonight. When they dispersed, he grabbed his only weapon. Hit the target or scare the skipping couple? Scaring them seemed a bit better than actually shooting short range. Alec aimed towards the bottom of the beam and shot.
"Dude! Why did you shoot up that high?" Jon yelled at him. He just ignored the question and jerked his head toward them. Jon saw the arrow land on the mat two feet in front of a werewolf and looked up. Jace flicked him off indignantly while Clary stuck out her tongue at Jon. Jon shot Clary a look that Izzy hated to get. She'd rarely gotten it from them, but last year when she had decided to replace the Gatorade with pee, all of them gave her it.
"Why are they even up there?" Jon asked quietly as class ended. Alec followed him into the locker room and sighed.
"She wouldn't eat this morning. Who knows…? She may not feel good today. There is the wet tee-shirt contest this afternoon." He pulled the shirt up over his head, discarding it in the bin on the wall.
Jon shuttered, "I didn't think about that. She has always hated public attention." He stripped off his shorts, confirming a slight laundry mix up.
"You own unicorn boxers? I thought only Magnus did." Jon glared at him disdainfully while putting on new jeans.
"Drop it Lightwood, I have other issues to conquer. My date wants to go to some French place that is super fancy. I don't have that much money!"
Alec laughed to himself, maybe Izzy's plan had some plusses. "I could lend you some. I usually order Chinese for Magnus and me, so I have a lot saved up." Jon shook his head but he wouldn't let up. "I'm serious. If you let me help you I'll let you in on a big secret. Your sister can't know."
They sat on the bench between the lockers, Jon waiting. "Speak now."
"Jace has been planning to ask Clary to the Snow Ball for two weeks. He has some big plan to distract her all day until they have dinner. It's ridiculous." They chuckled for a moment. "It's kind of sweet though. He is an ask-over-text kind of person usually."
They grabbed their bags and headed to class. Alec wondered if he would see either one of the love birds at all. He wondered until he entered one of his last periods, the one he would have to protect her in the most.
She sat at their usual spot, headphones zoning out the rest of the world. When he tapped her shoulder she almost fell off the stool. "Alec! You scared me. What's up?" The headphones were smashed into her pocket before he could answer.
"I've been in classes all day, including training, so not much." She glared before readjusting her face to a more neutral expression. "You know I saw, don't act like that."
"I have my reasons, okay? Besides, we were technically in class," she laughed, smirking over her art notebook. She was doodling some kind of dress.
"On a happier note, what are you drawing?" He noticed her slide the notebook farther from his vison.
"A dress for the Snow Ball. I wanted to do something to distract myself from our little situation. Besides, Izzy wanted me to design something so she could get it made. It's helping. Do you have any clue how much attention the juniors have gave me today? I keep getting looks of pity from the girls, it's annoying. Would it be rude to ask you guys to scare the crap out of the guys for me? I think one is stalking me." They leaned back and saw a bob of blonde hair disappear from the doorway. "What did I just say? He's been doing that since I had rune class."
Alec pulled out his notebook, "Do you know him?"
"If I knew him we wouldn't be having this conversation." Clary grumbled under her breath.
The teacher walked in and sighed. Everyone stared at her, shocked. Her clothes were covered with Kool-Aid, red Kool-Aid.
"Whoever is behind the misfiring of this substance should be warned that if any other teacher is hit, the water guns will be confiscated. I don't know what is going on with this prank war but I would love if you didn't take any prisoners by accident. Anyway, todays a free day. Go nuts." Alec and Clary froze; Jace and Jon were dead. She opened her phone and angrily texted Jace, adding much emphasis on not having any more accidents before the contest.
Babe… Was there an accident with the loading of the water guns? If so, be MORE CAREFUL. You guys might have hit our writing teacher…
-Red riding hood
Before she could send it, he texted her something that confirmed her suspicion.
Clary, don't kill me but, we have misfired on a teacher. (Magnus didn't want to load the guns with the ammo. Something about missing a treasured pair of boxers and his endless hunt. Your underwear has not been searched, yet.) I love you!
-Golden Boy
She passed the phone to Alec and sighed as quietly as she could. "Just read it." He scanned the screen, pulling out his own phone. Clary took the phone back, sending her message. In a minute Jace responded, adding an emoji at the end.
Okay, message received. Can you please tell Alec to stop sending me offensive emoji's, including the middle finger? We messed up, we know. BTW, love the signature.
-Golden Boy
"Is he off the hook?" Alec whispered in her ear. She shook her head. Noticing how quiet their conversation was, Lance looked over. Anyone with eyes could tell he was curious.
"Yup, he will still get a speech from me. Anyway, want to play dots?* We have a little while."
"Let's do it!" Alec took a pencil from his bag and set up the game. "You first Fray." Lance lost interest and turned back to his own busy work. He'd never understand them, but he loved her anyway.
-Two Classes Later-
Junior and Senior boys lined up, waiting for Izzy's cure to take the stage. She had decided Magnus would be a judge, along with Jace, Jon, and Maia. Simon had to stand guard for Clary with Bat. Alec sat by Clary, bored out of his mind. He had loved the idea before, but the idea of his boyfriend looking at other male's chest disturbed him.
"I don't like this..."
"Deal with it, neither do I."
"But…"
"But nothing!" Clary snapped at him unintentionally. "Sorry, I'm stressed out." They sat, looking at the line, until they spotted a familiar figure hiding behind a tree. He seemed to be motioning to Alec to come.
"I guess I'll be right back." He stepped off the platform, jogging to the boy. Clary squinted her eyes to see him more clearly. In some ways he really looked like Lance. Same hair, same dark features, but younger. Maybe seventh grade? In an instant she realized he was Lance's younger brother. Alec sprinted back to her and sat down. "His name is Trevor and he's Lance's brother apparently. He was pretty adamant."
"What'd he need?" She leaned closer so he wouldn't have to say it loud.
"He said for you to stay in your chair after the results. He overheard something last night and was worried. That's why he was following you around. Also, if he has freaked you out, he's sorry."
"What do I do then?" She mouthed. Izzy had taken the juniors on stage already. Some had great chest under their shirts, others didn't. "I have to meet the winner in the middle."
"Call them up here, it'll be even more exciting. The minute this is over, go to the dorm with Jace okay? It's safer and… yeah."
"When you get the chance, tell his brother thank you for me. I appreciate the heads up." He nodded and they watched the rest of the contest. Izzy choose Blake from the juniors and thanked them all for coming before ushering the seniors. This was the beat before the march. As Jordan sprayed them, Clary saw how defined Vipers chest was compared to everyone else's. Even Lance didn't match up. They waited until Jace choose Viper from the guys, leaving the prime targets on stage. It was Clary's turn, he knew.
"If you boys will stay there for a moment, we need to decide a winner." She stood up, then sat again. Even she didn't know who would win.
"And the winner is Viper! You guys were a fraction of a point away from a tie. Congratulations." Several girls crowded Blake, overwhelming him. While Magnus handled that situation, Clary spoke again.
"I know I am supposed to meet you down there but it'd be easier for you to come up here." Viper got the gist and walked to her chair. Alec watched Jace's muscles relax when Viper pecked her on the cheek. When all was said and done, Jace escorted Clary back to the dorm, away from the commotion. Out of nowhere, Jon and Alec grabbed the water guns and sprayed the senior guys. Some laughed, while others realized what this was really for, in those few seconds. They ran away as soon as the guys broke out of their trances. It had worked! Izzy ran alongside them, grinning. Her long hair trailing behind her.
"It worked!" She pulled them to towards the door building, skipping all the way.
Jace POV
He had it all planned, all he needed to do was ask. They laid on the bed, doing homework, while she changed the song his Pandora was playing. She laced her fingers in his when her hand left the touch pad on his laptop.
"What time is it?" He was too wrapped up in his packet for English to check his phone.
"4:50. Why?" She chewed on some chocolate pocky Blake had dropped off for choosing him as a winner from the junior class.
"Well, I have a surprise. Which means you have to abandon the pocky for now missy." She whined in response. Only she could make him do almost anything for her. "Fine. I'll bring it with us. Come one, you'll love this."
Clary let him take her to the auditorium, which was closed. "Why are we here?"
"I asked my mom and some friends for a favor. We haven't really been on a date so I wanted to do something special." He unlocked the doors and opened one. "Lady's first."
She slipped in front of him and walked into the entry way. He knew she'd never been in here so she wouldn't know how to get to the auditorium. "Where?"
"This way. I love this place. You are about to see why."
"Okay!" She grabbed his arm, letting him lead her around. They walked up a flight of stairs and took a left turn before walking into a smaller auditorium on the second floor. Jace knew he had outdone himself when she gasped and jumped up to kiss his cheek. Lights were strewn above the stage with a blanket and picnic basket on stage. She held on to him all the way to the stage, letting him go when he had to get the food out. He pulled out two wrapped cheese sandwiches, apple slices, and some Lipton tea bottles. From his pocket he pulled the pocky out, laying it out with the rest of the food.
"I didn't forget the marshmallows, but I won't let you have any until you try my specialty sandwiches. I had to pull a lot of strings to even go in the kitchen today during sixth period."
She nodded and unwrapped a sandwich. Jace grinned as she chewed, clearly enjoying the taste. "Remind me to let you cook more often." He rolled his eyes and dug in. They discussed random topics until Jace felt like it was the right time. He discreetly checked his phone while she tried to procure a broken piece of pocky from the package. 5:35.
"Actually, I have another surprise." She looked up, the light framing her beautiful face. "It's outside." She took his hand and pulled him up.
"Show me instead of telling me."
Jace found the roof door in twenty minutes, after suffering an embarrassing cover up of why he had reached into the basket. From the doorway, Clary squeezed his hand. He led her to the edge and leaned on the wall. They could see the sun setting, making the school look as if it was on fire. Clary completely focused on the sunset, making Jace rub her shoulder just to get her attention.
"So, there is something I need to ask you. I, um, I usually don't do stuff like this because no one has ever gave me a reason to. But the Snow Ball is coming up and, I hope this doesn't sound too ridiculous, it would be my honor to escort you to it. So, in modern language, would you go to the Snow Ball with me?" Clary started laughing until she looked at his face and bit her lip.
"If you expected anything but a yes, you are crazy. Yes, yes, and yes. Also, the poetic language really sealed the deal. I freaking love you." She wrapped her arms around him happily.
"Turn around," she spun to face the sky, letting him fasten something around her neck. When she looked down she could have cried. The tears forming in her eyes worried him a little, until she ran a hand over the emerald pendent connected to the gold chain.
"It's beautiful. I love it." She looked into his eyes, green fire meeting gold. "No one's ever done anything like this for me before. You are the sweetest boy in the world." Clary kissed him, pulling him by the collar of his jacket.
"Let's go back in if you want to do that," Jace got out when they broke apart to breathe. He felt like the luckiest person in the world.
Hi! So I will not write for a while because of exams but here's a Christmas Present!
Refrences:
1. The dot game is something I did as a kid. Basically, make a few lines of dots, and connect squares one line at a time. The person who completes the most squares wins. It's fun.
Questions:
1. Why is Lance's brother at the school anyway?
2. Should Clary have yelled at them or acted like she didn't care?
3. What's the sweetest thing a guy/girl has done for you?
ETC:
I can't wait to do the Snow Ball chapter! Happy Holidays!