They Say It Heals With Time? A Mortal Instruments Fan fiction: Clace

Dance Class

I felt too unsure of myself emotionally to be really angered as I quickly strode back to the library. I felt confused and slightly hurt from being made out as being the bad person and didn't want to see anyone. Maybe that's because you are the bad person, I thought and continued to ponder over the possibility for a while.  I knew I had to face the others, they were probably wondering where I'd got to. Sooner than I liked, I reached the library and entered the wooden doors. I crossed the room as swiftly as I could and dropped to my knees to talk to Jesy where she sat on the floor. I was overly concious of the others in the room hearing, I didn't want them to know of another conflict I'd had with Bethan. I didn't need the stress of one of them confronting her or trying to sort it out between us and I secretly worried they would label me as the root of all problems.  

After swiftly explaining the situation to Jesy, she nodded at my request to leave and handed me my bag. I slung it over my shoulder and rose to my feet, everyone looked at me expectant of some explanation. I flashed my teeth at them in a false smile and anticipated that they'd see right through it but continued with the act anyhow. 

"We're going to go, I just remembered I'm teaching a dance class for Hunter tomorrow and I have to do some stuff first" I said softly. My excuse seemed idiotic even to my own ears.

"You sure?" Isabelle answered "It's not that late and you don't have to stay for the whole movie"

"Yeah, I'd rather get going now. Jesy said she'd come back with me" I replied.

"Okay" Isabelle said, seeming uncertain.

I made my way across the room, Jesy following close behind. I stopped at the door to say my goodbyes.

"Night guys, enjoy the movie"

"Night guys, be careful" said Alec. 

"We will" Jesy laughed, "Thanks for the invite, sorry for bailing"

I was relieved that Jesy was doing the talking for me, I felt drained. It was most likely something to do with the exertion of the fight earlier and on top of that, being stabbed.  When all had been said we made our move to leave, I looked behind me one last time and Jace's eyes caught my gaze. He smiled softly at me and I knew he was saying goodnight.  I smiled back and I felt a flutter in the pit of my stomach. I turned away quickly and walked out of the library. As the two of us stepped into the night I decided that I'd not be going back there for a while.

When we got home I went straight to my room. I looked in the mirror and my eyes were wide and bright. The black eyeliner made them look even wider and contrasted with the vivid green and my porcelain skin. I sighed and began to undress. I kicked off my shoes and sat on my bed as I undid the knot in the thin black scarf thing that was attached to my playsuit. I grabbed my phone to text Hunter in a spur of the moment, I figured I might as well teach some classes. I typed a message and hovered over the send button, deliberating. I sent it eventually and went in the shower to prevent myself waiting for a reply. 

I woke up with a sigh. My eyes scanned around the room which was still dark and shadowy due to the thick curtains. I instinctively grabbed my phone to check the time. It was nineteen minutes past eight in the morning and Hunter had given me the go ahead to show up at the studio so I got up to be there by ten o'clock. I opened the curtains which revealed the glass doors to the garden. I opened the doors wide and crossed the room to my wardrobe to pick an outfit. 

After a short deliberation I chose panelled leggings, a Calvin Klein sports bra and a baseball shirt to put over the top. They were all black so I decided to wear white trainers and opted for minimal eye make up instead of my usual cat eyes. When I had finished getting ready, I grabbed my All Saints cross body bag and made my way to the garage.