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MI cra-cra: Jace was the one who said "hide." sorry if that wasn't clear. As some of you know, writing clearly is not my strong suit :/
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So I've decided that there will be no school! It doesn't have anything to do with the plot, and it would just get in the way. Not to mention the fact that they're in the middle of nowhere, and getting to school would take a while.
Okay, here it is! Chapter 6!
Clary sat on the couch in the basement, watching the boys play People Are Strange by The Doors. Clary liked The Doors; they were one of her favorite bands. And she had to admit, they were doing a killer job of covering it, though Clary would never tell Jace that.
Isabelle, Maia, and Max were watching, too, so Clary felt less awkward sitting there, but she still felt weird.
Clary glanced over at Max, whose facial expression made him look like he thought Jace was a god.
Clary glanced over at Jace, who was looking at her with a crooked smile as he sang. Clary blushed and looked at the floor. She tugged self-consciously at her braid, wondering why he was watching her. Because he'd won, maybe?
Yesterday, Clary had agreed to watch them play, but now she regretted it. She was embarrassed to be sitting there, listening to them play, though she couldn't figure out why.
The song ended, and Maia spoke first. "Wow, you guys are getting better."
"How that is possible," said Jace, "I have yet to figure out."
Clary rolled her eyes and pretended to be interested in her ink-stained fingernails.
Isabelle and Maia got off the couch, and a few conversations started happening at once that Clary wasn't a part of. Max still sat beside her, bobbing his feet to the same rhythm the song had been.
"Did you like it?" said a voice, sitting on Clary's other side. It was Sebastian.
Clary shrugged, not willing to admit that it was actually excellent. Sebastian had been on bass, so he'd had a big part in the song.
"So no then?" he had a bit of a smile on his face, as if he didn't believe her. How Jace-ish.
"It was fine," she said finally, looking where everyone else was, not really wanting to be there anymore. Jace was watching her, she noticed, an amused look on his face. She settled on looking at the floor.
"You like music?" He asked, sounding closer.
Clary glanced up to see that he was sitting slightly closer to her. She leaned away slightly. "I guess."
Sebastian smiled. He had black eyes, and matching hair with a large nose, but his irregular features came together nicely. "I know this great record store off the mountain," he said, "we should go sometime."
"Leave Clary alone, Sebastian," said Max, leaning around Clary and giving him a stern look.
Sebastian waved Max away. "Go away Max, this is adult stuff."
Clary's eyes widened at this, and she abruptly stood up. "You know what, I'm good."
Max narrowed his eyes at Sebastian through his glasses. Sebastian just gave Clary a crooked smile. "Oh come on, don't you want to get off the mountain? It'll be fun, promise."
Clary shook her head. "No thanks." Then she walked away, going upstairs to get away from the uncomfortable situation she was just in.
"How are you?" Jocelyn asked Clary when they were chopping vegetables together that night.
"What do you mean?" Clary asked. She was still a little mad at Jocelyn for moving them out here, and it showed in her voice. Jocelyn didn't seem to notice.
"I mean how are you doing? I haven't asked you that in a while." Jocelyn began chopping a cucumber into thin slices with her steady hands.
"Fine," Clary muttered. She noticed she was digging her fingernails into the red pepper she was cutting, and let it go.
"Are you making friends?" Jocelyn kept trying.
"Oh, I'm sure that isn't true." Jocelyn finished cutting the cucumber, and tossed it into the large salad serving bowl. "I heard you played flashlight tag with everyone last week."
Clary shrugged. "That doesn't mean I have friends."
Jocelyn sighed, turning to Clary and putting her fist on her hip. "Are you going to be mad at me forever, Clary?"
Clary turned to her mother and gave her a tight smile. "I'm not mad," she lied.
Jocelyn sighed. "This is a nice place, Clary. You'll grow to like it, I'm sure."
Clary scoffed, turning back to the cutting board. She angrily chopped the rest of the pepper, then walked into the foyer, plopped down on the couch and took out her phone.
She started scrolling through pictures of her and Simon, which made her feel a bit better, but it mostly reminded her that she couldn't see him.
Someone plopped down beside her, but she didn't look up to see who it was.
"Is that your boyfriend?" Jace asked, looking at her phone.
Clary shut off the screen and stuffed it into her pocket. "What's it to you?"
Jace shrugged. "Just curious."
Clary looked at the marble staircase, trying to collect herself. Maybe she shouldn't be so angry all the time. Where would that get her?
Clary took a slow deep breath, feeling slightly better.
"So is he?" Jace asked.
Clary let out an exasperated sigh. "No. He's my best friend."
She glanced at Jace to see him nod slightly. "So what did you think of the music?" he asked.
"You mean your band practice?"
Clary shrugged. "It was good," she said quickly.
Jace raised his eyebrows. "Good?"
"I'm not saying it again." Clary was surprised to find a slight smile on her lips.
Clary eyed him. He had a strange look on his face. "What?"
"You're something else, you know that?"
Clary furrowed her brows. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Jace laughed this time. "A good thing, Clary, don't worry."
And before anything else could be said, there was a loud crash, and everything went black. Clary gasped, looking around, but still seeing nothing.
"Did the power just go out?" A man's voice called from the kitchen.
"I think so," said someone else's voice, coming down the stairs. It sounded like Maryse to Clary. "Can someone get some flashlights or something?"
"You're not afraid of the dark, are you?" Jace teased. He sounded a lot closer than he'd been before, and Clary could feel his warm breath on her ear as he spoke.
She stiffened, but her tone stayed flat. "No."
"You seemed pretty scared when we were in the forest."
Clary turned towards Jace's voice, narrowing her eyes, though he couldn't see. "I wasn't scared," she said angrily.
Jace chuckled. "You seemed pretty scared to me, the way you followed me around like a lost puppy."
"I followed you only because you knew the way back," Clary snapped, her voice still low, "not because I don't like the dark."
"So you do like it?"
Clary rolled her eyes. Why was he so annoying? "I don't really have much of a preference. Why do you care anyway?"
"Then why are you asking?" Clary leaned forwards only the slightest bit, then realized how close they'd been when her nose brushed against his.
They both went dead silent, and Clary shot back, falling onto the floor and grunting on impact. Her spine hit the cold, marble floor, sending a sharp pain up her back.
"Are you alright?" Jace's voice asked, sounding a little closer to serious than she was used to- coming from him, anyway.
"Fine," she growled. Clary sat up and rubbed at her spine.
Suddenly, Clary could see again. The light from someone's flashlight illuminated the room just enough for her to see Jace kneeling in front of her, offering a hand.
She shied away, keeping herself up by her hands.
The corner of Jace's lips curved up at one side. "It's just a hand, Clary. No strings attached."
Clary hesitated, but after a few seconds, she took it, and he helped her up. Once she was up, it took Jace a second to let go of her hand, but she didn't pull away.
"Here," said Jon, coming up and handing Jace a flashlight, then walking off somewhere else to pass more out.
Jace switched it on, and Clary squinted. That's when she remembered something rather important that she'd forgotten.
"My window," she muttered.
Jace furrowed his brow, but Clary had already taken off up the stairs.
She ran to her door, and ran into her bedroom. She could barely see anything, but she could tell her window was open, and the room smelled like rain.
Clary ran to her bed, which was getting soaked from the rain coming in from her wide open window.
"Damn it!" Clary shoved the window down just as the flashlight's illumination came to the room, and Jace was at the door.
Clary could really see the damage done now. Almost her entire bed was completely soaked. She grabbed the outer sheet corner, and yanked it back, confirming that her mattress was completely soaked, too.
That's when Clary saw her her sketchpad sitting on top of the covers, too.
A small gasp came between Clary's lips as a knot formed in her stomach. She carefully picked up her sketchpad, and opened it to the first page. The water had smeared the led over the entire thing, turning it into an unidentifiable glob.
First, Clary felt sad, like she was gonna cry, but that was quickly replaced by anger. "Son of a-" She gripped one of the heavily soaked pillows, trying to toss it across the room, but she hit the lamp on her nightstand, and it smashed on the ground.
"Clary, stop." Jace was suddenly behind her, wrapping his arms around her so she couldn't move her arms.
Clary squirmed in his arms. "You idiot! I didn't do it on purpose!"
"Nevertheless," Jace said in her ear, "you broke something."
Clary squirmed more, kicking at his shins. "Let go!"
"Not until you settle down."
After several more seconds of trying to get loose from his grip, Clary figured out there was no way she was getting out. She let herself relax, and waited a few more seconds until he let go.
"There," he said. "Now, What happened?" His voice was gentle, and surprised her, but she didn't think on it much.
Clary turned towards her bed and crossed her arms over her chest.
Jace's flashlight turned to the bed. "Oh." He reached out and touched the soaking bedding, which made a squish sound when he did so. "Wow, that's..."
Clary sighed in annoyance. "That means I'm sleeping on the floor tonight."
Jace scoffed. "On the floor you just broke a ceramic lamp on? Yeah, that's not going to happen."
Jace turned her glare on him. "What are you, my mother?"
Jace glanced at her, a crooked smile on his face. "You could always sleep in my room."
Clary rolled her eyes and turned back to her bedding. "Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"... I wasn't implying that I would be in it with you."
At this, Clary looked back at Jace, confused.
He was... looking at her. Not with a raised eyebrow, or with a smirk, or anything. He was just... looking.
Clary was very confused now, and just a bit suspicious. "... What's in it for you?"
Finally, Jace chuckled. "You have trust issues, you know that? What if I'm just trying to be nice?"
"Because that isn't who you are."
Jace raised his eyebrows. "So you think you know me now, Clarissa?"
Clary pressed her lips into an annoyed line. "More than you know me."
Jace raised one eyebrow. "Is that so?"
Clary decided, at the last second, not to go further into this. He probably didn't know she knew about his parents, and that probably wouldn't be a good thing to just bring up.
"That's what I thought," said Jace. "Now, hold this." He passed her the flashlight, and walked around to the other side of her bed, then started stripping the sheets.
Clary felt frozen, she was so taken aback. All she could do was watch as he gathered her dripping bedding in his arms, and took it out of the room.
"Be right back," he said over his shoulder.
Clary blinked once he was gone. What was happening?
Clary had been baffled when Jace had helped her lay towels over her mattress, put wax paper in between the paper sheets of her sketchbook, and sweep up the broken lamp.
However, Clary was even more baffled that he'd been serious about lending her his room. She stood in the entrance now, staring. This wasn't exactly what Clary had expected for Jace.
Jace stood in the room, flashlight in hand, and turned to her, a crooked smile on his face. "I won't bite, promise."
Clary took one, hesitant step into the room and looked around more.
The room was clean. Nearly spotless, and there was almost no personalization in it. The walls appeared to be a neutral pale green- probably never painted- and there was a dresser, a desk, a shelf, and a bed- which was bigger than Clary's was.
Jace chuckled, looking at her expression. "Not what you were expecting?"
Clary shook her head slowly as she looked around.
Jace chuckled again. "I can stay on the couch downstairs. Unless, of course, you want me to-"
"Please don't finish that sentence," Clary said. She wasn't so much annoyed anymore. She must be getting used to his teasing.
Jace chuckled again. "Alright. See you in the morning." And with that, he handed her the flashlight, then left.
For those of you who don't already know, I'm going to Europe in April. That means I won't be able to be on the computer for most of April! :( I'll try to get on when I can, but don't expect a lot of updates. Sorry guys! I'll update as much as I can before then.
Okay, as for the story, any more requests? They help me write faster!
Also, Jace is writing a song for Clary. Sort of. She's inspiring him, rather. What song should it be? I can't write my own, I'm not that level of creative :P
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