Author: GirlWhoDreams13 PM
The first time Laurel came to the Institute, she was taking a vacation away from Idris. The second time, she's nearly dying. Even then, Jace is his usual, sarcastic and cocky self while Laurel is already sick of him after talking to him for less than a minute. But things can change...especially when someone's life seems to always be on the line. (Post COB)Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Jace W. - Chapters: 12 - Words: 15,744 - Reviews: 21 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 04-06-13 - Published: 01-27-13 - id: 8953106
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Expect to see some new faces this chapter ;D And some arrogance from your favorite golden boy! (What would a story be without those witty remarks and sarcastic comments?) So I hope you guys enjoy Chapter 5 of Finding Laurel!
Laurel walked back to her room and fell onto the bed. How could you think that Jace liked you? Why do you even like Jace? He could have any girl he wanted, so why would he want you?
It was a mistake, okay?
She felt stupid and alone, lying there on the fluffy mattress. She must've fallen asleep because she heard a knock on her door and found herself trudging to the door. The brown-haired girl opened it to see Isabelle and Clary on the other side.
"Pandemonium," said Isabelle with a smile on her face. Clary was smiling, although she didn't look very ecstatic.
"Hell yeah," replied Laurel with a grin. Isabelle took her hand and led the girl to her room. She sat Laurel down at the vanity and began digging through her closet. She finally emerged with something black that she handed to Laurel. Clary tried not to laugh, sitting on the edge of Isabelle's bed.
"You're going to put this on after I do your make-up," she said. And before Laurel could object, Isabelle was attacking her with brushes and tubes of God-knows-what. After what felt like forever, Isabelle finally gave up on her assault. "There. Let me just say that you look sexy."
Laurel looked in the mirror and she had to look again just to make sure it was her. The smoky eyeshadow made her eyes look much darker, framed by long and thick black lashes. Her wavy brown hair was straightened so it fell to the middle of her back. Isabelle pushed her into the bathroom and she emerged wearing a strapless, lacey black dress that stopped about mid-thigh. "And you'll have to wear these," said Isabelle as she handed her a pair of black pumps.
Isabelle did Clary's make-up before doing her own. Clary changed into a grey, sleeveless dress, the color of storm clouds that had a v-neck and cinched waist. Isabelle was wearing a strapless crimson dress that was short in the front but long in the back, ending only an inch or two above the floor. She and Clary both had thigh sheathes for their Seraph Blades and Isabelle had a special place to put her whip.
Laurel walked down the hall and toward the elevator when they were greeted by Jace and Alec who were both dressed in all black.
"Hey Alec," said Laurel, doing her best to ignore the golden-haired boy in front of her.
"Hey Laurel," he said, brushing his black hair out of his blue eyes and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jace's eyes moving up and down her body and she felt exposed in the dress. She hurried out the door and everyone followed. They all walked to the club together, Isabelle and Clary chatting and Jace and Alec just walking. When they reached the club, Laurel could hear the music from outside-And inside was no better. Music was blaring from every corner and blue lights would flash and shine.
Laurel made her way toward the dance floor, not caring who followed her. As she was walking, she ran into a large figure making their way across the floor. She stumbled and a hand reached out to steady her. She saw the black swirling Marks and a faint sense of reassurance flooded her. She looked up to see a boy smiling at her.
He had fair hair, a pale blonde color and sky-blue eyes veiled by long and pale lashes. He had on a grey button up shirt with a white t-shirt underneath and he was wearing stone-washed jeans. He was incredibly handsome and she found herself not being able to speak as she looked at him.
"I uh-I'm sorry," she stammered.
"Oh no, it's fine," he said, still smiling at her. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and looked at her. "I'm Isaac," he said, extending a hand.
"Laurel," she replied, taking his hand in hers. When she let go, his fingers lingered a bit on her wrist, but the feeling was gone as soon as it had appeared.
"It's nice to meet you Laurel. What's a pretty Shadowhunter like yourself doing here?" he asked, his voice charming and smooth like velvet.
She blushed a bit and he grinned. "I'm here with some of my friends from the New York Institute," she explained, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Well, I'm away from Idris and haven't got a place to stay. Would they mind my staying there?" He asked, walking off the dance floor, away from the bodies glistening with sweat.
"I'm sure they wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I'll go see if I can find one of them. I'll just be a minute." She said, before hurrying off to find Isabelle. "Isabelle!" She called out over the music, when she spotted the raven-haired girl in the crimson dress.
"Hey Laurel! What's up?" She asked, taking a sip from a drink in her hand. Laurel told her of Isaac and how he needed a place to stay while he was away from Idris. "Sure. Tell him he can stay as long as he needs." She said with a smile before returning to the group of people she'd been chatting with.
Laurel walked back to where Isaac was and smiled. "They said you could stay as long as you needed."
"Thanks Laurel. Hey, do you wanna dance?" he asked, brushing the hair out of his eyes. She wondered if he did that a lot. She nodded her head and he lead her out to the dance floor. The music was pounding in her ears while she swayed to the music. She was standing about a foot away from him but he edged closer, and soon enough, their bodies were pressed against each other.
She courageously brought her hand up to his neck, wrapping her hand around him. He was hot and she could feel a thin layer of sweat on his skin, but she didn't care. He put his hands on her hips and they moved to the beat of the bass. His hands moved up her waist and he held her closer to him if that were even possible.
Suddenly, his lips brushed hers. She let out a tiny gasp but she intertwined her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer, letting his mouth press into hers. His lips were sweet and she could feel the heat from them warming her to the tips of her toes.
"By the Angel. Have you ever heard of too much PDA?" asked a familiar, sarcastic voice. Laurel broke away and turned to see Jace standing to their side, his arms crossed over his chest.
Laurel glared at him, one hand lingering on Isaac's shoulder. "What the hell do you want Jace?" she hissed.
He smirked and walked over to her. "I thought you'd been taken by a demon but nope, just one of those pretty-boy Hollister models."
"Aww, you think I'm pretty Abercrombie?" Isaac asked, facing Jace.
"That's Mister Abercrombie to you sir." Jace replied, pointing a finger at Isaac.
Isaac scoffed and turned to Laurel. "Do you want to go ahead and head back to the Institute so you could maybe show me around?" he asked, a slight smile on his face. Laurel nodded and took his hand. But before they could move very far, Jace was in front of them, placing a hand on her chest as if to hold her back.
"Wait a second. You're taking him to the Institute. May I remind you that Maryse won't especially approve of you bringing boys up to that bedroom of yours," Jace said, a warning tone in his voice along with the usual sarcasm.
Laurel rolled her brown eyes and moved swiftly past Jace, Isaac's hand in hers. Before they could get very far, she looked over her shoulder and called out to him: "And may I remind you that Maryse isn't aware of the thousands of girls you've lured up to that bedroom of yours." She replied, mocking him. He just stared as she turned around and followed Isaac's lead out the door of the club.
Laurel led Isaac to a spare room in the Institute, the hallways empty and dark. He walked in and took a look around while she leaned against the doorframe. "Is this going to be okay?" she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her head.
"Yeah. It's great actually. About tonight..." His voice trailed off and he looked up at her. She could feel the heat rushing up to her cheeks and she looked at the ground. She could hear his soft footsteps as he walked over to her. He placed his fingertips under her chin and tilted her head up so her eyes were looking into his. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked her with a grin.
She smiled and he leaned his head down, not bothering to be gentle this time. The kiss was filled with want and need as their lips crashed together for the second time that evening. With their lips still locked together, Isaac guided them to the bed and they fell down onto the mattress, Isaac lying on top of her. His callused fingertips traced the Runes on her neck and she shivered.
I wonder if this is what it'd be like to kiss Jace.
Why was she thinking about Jace? He obviously had no interest in her. She continued to kiss Isaac, tangling her fingers in his pale hair. Jace. The single word echoed around her head and she found herself sitting up, trying to regain her breath.
"Laurel? Are you okay?" he asked, sitting up beside her, rubbing her back.
She swallowed before managing a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Isaac looked at her as if he knew she was lying before he smiled, his eyes sparkling. "Good," he said as he layed down on the bed, his elbow propped up on the mattress and his head resting in his hand.
She laughed and rested her head in her hand like Isaac, facing him, studying him like a painting. She held his hand in hers. "Enough about me. Tell me about you," she said, curious to learn more about the boy.
"Well, I was born in Idris and I've traveled around the world just for fun. I found myself here in New York and it was my lucky day because I met the most beautiful Shadowhunter I've ever seen," he said with a sly smile.
She could tell she was blushing from the heat in her cheeks. "Well you aren't too bad yourself pretty boy," she grinned and he laughed. Laurel heard footsteps and suddenly Jace was standing in the doorway.
"If I had known it was this easy to get a girl into bed, I could've saved myself a lot of time," he said with a smirk.
Laurel walked up to him and pointed toward the hallway. "Go away Jace," she said coldly.
"Girls are so dramatic," he muttered before walking to his bedroom.
"I'm guessing I should probably head back to my room. Good night," said Laurel as she walked toward the door. She stopped herself and turned around to give Isaac a kiss on the cheek. She smiled at him and walked back to her own bedroom.
After tossing Isabelle's dress and shoes into a pile on the floor and changing into shorts and a tank top, Laurel lied down. But when her head hit the pillow, she heard a sound like crumpling paper. She looked under the pillow to see a note. Her eyes grew wide and tears threatened to spill over as she read it over and over again. Five words:
I know who you are.
DUN DUN DUHHHHHHHHH! So that's chapter 5! What do you guys think of Isaac? And yes, he's the new character I was talking about :D
What did the note mean? Is Isaac who he says he is? Are Laurel and Jace done for good, or is there hope for the unlikely pair?
Love you guys! Thanks for reading and don't forget to comment!