{The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction}
"You're not really in love with me, it isn't real. I feel like I've stolen you from someone... extraordinary." I tell the man in front of me with tears blurring my vision which only makes them worse because I desp...
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Scared of moving on, but you're already gone. So if you're moving on, won't you just tell me. Been thinking about you lots, lately.
~ 5 Seconds of Summer
(Unedited)
{Clary}
"He's asked you to model for him?" I ask Isabelle while we take a stroll around the city, coffee in hand, in response to her filling Simon and i in on the people she met at her parents party a few nights ago. Simon didn't really seem to be paying attention, trying to stop croissant crumbs from flying all over his coat to my left.
"Yeah. He gave me his business card and everything, he seemed very professional. Is it that hard to believe someone would be interested in me modelling their product?" She genuinely seems to doubt herself, looking down at her long legs in her black skinny jeans and flat stomach underneath her faux fur body warmer. It still surprises me that she isn't quite aware how beautiful she is but I suppose it keeps her humble.
"Of course not Isabelle, you're gorgeous. Anybody would be lucky to have you model their product. Right Simon?" I nudge him and he raises his eyebrows at us both like he's only just started listening, chewing on a mouthful of breakfast pastry.
"Right," he nods enthusiastically, swallowing "Yeah of course." I roll my eyes at him. The answer was less than convincing but thankfully Izzy doesn't dwell on it too long.
"I just want to make sure you aren't being taken advantage of by some old creep who just wants you to take your clothes off for him." I assure her and she laughs, sipping at her latte "It's a shoe commercial Clary. If he's getting me to take my clothes off trust me I'll be very concerned in seconds."
"Maybe he's into feet." Simon chimes in, now that he's paying attention to the conversation and sniggers when I shove him a little "You're disgusting." I shake my head at him laughing and Isabelle chucks muffin crumbs at him.
"You love it." He tells me, coming back to my side and smirks playfully. I can't contain my grin anymore, he wasn't lying. Sometimes I really did love his disgusting sense of humour.
He'd been different over the last few days. Ordinarily, even though his actions were typically confusing and romantic or flirtatious in nature he seemed to have upped the ante. Over the last few days the text conversations and phone calls had become more frequent and daring at times. He even found reasons to touch me more but then there was Jace, who I still had plans with this evening. Simon was really muddying the water.
I didn't want to be stuck in the middle of the two of them because Jace was a great guy and we had a lot of fun together which surprised me but I still barely knew him. But in such a short space of time he'd shifted from someone I hated to someone I was developing feelings for. Every time he showed me a new part of the real Jace my stomach swooped like my center of gravity was shifting.
