by: Tyrelle Elise
Blurb: She is the nerdy, art freak. He is the hot and famous soccer player. A party. A paper. A bet. Clary Fray is the school outcast. Her school life has been pretty quiet, well, that is, until Jace Herondale – the campus heartthrob – steps into her life. What happens? It's obvious: PANDEMONIUM.
Note: Set in present time (2015), alternate universe, all humans, no shadow world, some OOC (out of character)
So… this was started on 2013, and I just now had the time to focus on it. The idea for this story just popped out of my mind while writing the prologue of Under One Umbrella (a TID fanfic I started and even published here under the username Devonne Gayle, haha). I know, it's quite funny (or is it just me? XD) And… this is my first The Mortal Instruments-based fanfic, so please be gentle. ^_^v
This is the Prologue and is written in the third person perspective. The following chapters, however, will be written in first person point of view of alternating characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story (sadly). They belong to the wonderful Cassie Clare. The plot, story, and ideas are all mine, though.
Clary Fray sat alone on a table near the window in the Lightwood Academy's library as she finished writing her homework in Biotechnology regarding the Stem Cell Therapy. Sighing, she moved to arrange her things and put them inside her backpack. Standing up, she checked if she left anything. Seeing that she's set to go, she started her way towards the "Novels" shelves in the farthest corner of the library to get a copy of Animal Farm for her book report in English III.
"Jace, Jace, Jace" she heard a girl's voice mutter. Clary sighed as she neared the end of one shelf. There must be another sneaky couple doing unmentionable things in between two shelves. Oh, how she hates them. The library is her favorite place in school, and other students just besmirch it with their nasty doings. How dare they?
For the umpteenth time that day, Clary heaved a sigh. Unfortunately, she has to turn another corner in order to get to the "An" section of novels, and that's where the couple was doing… something. The noise got louder as she turned the corner. She saw a nauseating sight of a girl with long black hair being pushed against a bookshelf by a tall and lean boy, with golden blond hair. The two of them were passionately kissing inside their little bubble of intimacy. Clary would have just ignored them, if only they were not blocking the book she needed.
"Uhm… excuse me?" she asked, hesitation and nervousness so obvious in her voice even though she said it so quietly that it was barely audible. The boy, however, has a very good sense of hearing because he pulled away, making the girl let out a sound of protest. He turned around to see the interrupter.
And that's when golden eyes met emerald ones.
Uh-oh, Clary thought. She knew this boy – Jace Herondale, senior student, the most valuable player of the Lightwood Academy's soccer team. Almost everyone in the school knows him – who wouldn't, when he looks like an angel from heaven with his matching set of blonde hair and golden eyes. But with his good looks and charisma, he's also one of the school's biggest playboys.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Jace asked her with a smile, as if he was not just caught in the act of making out with a girl. The smile almost made him look innocent.
Fighting the creeping blush on her cheeks – who wouldn't blush when the campus crush calls you sweetheart? – Clary looked away immediately then answered, "I-I need to get a book. But you-you're in the way."
"What book, darling?" Jace asked nonchalantly, briefly looking at the books near him, running his long fingers along the spines. He turned his gaze back at Clary, obviously not having a plan of moving away from the shelf. "Anna Karenina? Animal Farm?"
"Animal Farm," Clary answered quickly.
Jace gracefully pulled out a copy of Animal Farm without taking away his eyes off the girl. "Here," he said, handing it to her. "You know, it won't kill you if you look at me. Actually, many girls would love to pay a hundred dollars just to be in your situation right now," he said.
Slowly, Clary turned to look at Jace. She was a bit surprised, finding that the black-haired girl had somehow left already without her noticing. "Here," he said, offering the book again, with a smirk plastered on his handsome face. She carefully took the book from him, avoiding contact – both eye and physical. When she fully had the book on her hand, she moved to take it back but Jace quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him.
"Wh-what?" she stuttered, a blush quickly invading her cheeks.
"Nothing," he answered, looking down at her with the smirk still present on his face. "Can't I just get a reward for giving you the book you needed?" he whispered in a husky voice.
Clary took a deep breath. She's dangerously close to Jace that she could feel his body heat. He's a playboy, and she knew exactly what he's planning to do. Suddenly, it was so quiet, oddly quiet even for a library. She could hear Jace's breathing, and the rapid, irregular rhythm of her heart. She also knew that her face is beet red.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jace bent down to level his face to Clary's, which is quite a task because the girl is so short, much, much shorter than him. And damn, he almost bumped into her glasses. Clary's heartbeat became faster and she could feel Jace's breath on her face. No, she thought. This is SO wrong. Clary shook her head and then gingerly put her hands on Jace's chest, making the boy smirk, thinking that she's finally giving in. When their lips are only almost an inch apart, Clary pushed Jace with all her might, making the boy stumble backwards.
"What the hell?!" he asked, a little bit surprised and a little bit pissed off. He clearly wasn't expecting to be pushed away, not when he's about to kiss a girl.
"Don't 'What the hell?' me," Clary answered, her voice small but powerful. "For your information, I am a virtuous person and is not like other girls who let random guys kiss them."
Annoyingly, Jace smirked. "Oh… playing innocent, aren't you? That's somewhat of a turn on for me." That earned him a disgusted look from Clary. "You know what? You'll regret pushing me away, little girl, because what happened earlier will be the only time that a boy will try to kiss you."
Clary huffed. "I don't care. It's not as if I'd die if a boy won't kiss me," she said, glaring at him. "And besides, I didn't ask you to get the book for me, so I don't owe you any reward or something."
The smirk on Jace's face didn't vanish. "Really? Because in all honesty, you don't need to ask me to get the book for you 'cause it's pretty obvious that you can't reach it with that height of a grade-schooler you have. And for your information, you owe me two, first the book and second, for interrupting an important activity I'm having with a… friend."
Clary rolled her emerald green eyes. Deciding to ignore the comment about her height, she said, "Oh, I'm so sorry that I interrupted you and your 'friend' just to get a book. I'm sorry that I'm studying hard and that my efforts stopped your 'important activities'." Sarcasm dripped in her voice. "And if that's what you do with your friends, I am so glad that I am not one of them."
Jace, seemingly unaffected by what she said, answered, "You really should be sorry, sweetness."
"Do NOT call me names," Clary said sharply, tilting her head up just so she could at his face.
"Why?" Jace challenged. "Are you afraid that by hearing them, you won't be able to stop yourself from raping me, darling?"
Not letting his words get on her nerves, Clary just said, "You don't even know my name."
"So? Does it look like I need to know your name, baby? " Jace taunted with amusement dancing in his golden eyes. "It's not as if I'd die if I don't know your name, right?" he added, using the same tone she used earlier when she told him about not dying if a boy won't kiss her.
"Ugh. I hate you!" Clary shouted before she hurriedly ran away. Her fiery red hair swayed after her.
Jace just chuckled. That girl is weird… and cute. He raked his left hand through his hair. As he was about to leave, he noticed a rectangular object lying on the floor. Approaching it, he saw that it's a book. And the title? He snickered. Animal Farm. He picked it up and returned it to the shelf.
So, that's the prologue ^_^ I hope you liked it, mangoes ;) [Yes, I'll call you all my mangoes 3] I know it's short but it's only the prologue. Don't you worry, the following chapters will be longer. Honestly, I love writing long chapters. I just thought that the prologue should not be so long.
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