Friends, not lovers.

Ril-valry//

P.s* this chapter is unedited because its 3AM here and I want to wake up sane//

Clary
"We really gotta talk."

"Okay? You seem extra worried though..."

"Oh no, I am sorry if you felt that way. Umm, it's not that I am worried it's just that this girl, she came to me and she insisted upon meeting me because she had something to say to me an-"

"Clares! Tell me what it is, its clearly bothering you!"

Oh boy was I an open book.
One thing I still dont get, why is it bothering me?

"Riley likes you. Like a LOT!", I blurted.

"I know", he says with a smirk.

"What? You know? Like you know how she likes you for a while now?"

"Yeap!"

"Jerk! Why don't you do anything about it! She is literally murdering her dignity by practically running after you and you aren't gonna do anything about it?"

"Look we've been friends for a while now, Riley and I, but she's just not my type. Our moral values differ, we are two very different people...I just don't want it."

"Well...that's understandable I guess. I think I will talk to her then."

"Yeah like please tell her to stop running after me I don't want her to slaughter anything of hers for me. She's just wasting time, I am not the guy for her."

He's not the guy for her. As soon as he said it himself I found myself faintly smiling, barely noticeable- but still smiling.

"Well, Jace, I am sorry, um it wasn't my place to talk to you. I will tell Riley what you think about her."

"Hey, hey Clary, don't be sorry. It's fine."

After that we continued doing what we were and I for one, went to sleep. Jace's words still ringing in my head when sleep took over.
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I woke up to my 'All time Low' by Jon Bellion alarm and realised that today the school hadn't planned anything for us. Today was rest day and I couldn't be happier. Looking to my parallel side to find Jace sleeping, I sighed and got ready to meet Riley.

As soon as I entered the cafe, I saw her already sitting on our usual table, curiousity written on her face.

"Hey Riley", I said nervously, not wanting to talk her about anything Jace confessed about.

"What did Jace say?"

"Wow. Um, look just know that I talked to him and this is exactly what he wanted you to know."

"Don't make me anxious just spill!"

After I explained her everything I could see her droopy eyes, how sad she looked. This was one reason I didn't want to tell her anything. But since I promised I would, I had to.

"Come on Riley, at least say something."

"...thank you Clary, for being a messenger between me and...Jace. I appreciate what you did for me and understand that Jace would have said all of this to you. I shouldn't have expected anything", she said sadly.

"You are welcome, R."

And with that she excused herself. I felt bad, but it wasn't my fault she liked him a lot and he didn't like her back. Right?

I headed back to my room and saw Jace reading a book. Still hot. Still sick.
Our whole day was spent lazily lying on our beds and talking and watching movies.
After two hours of doing so, he went out because he had some work to do. More like some girls to do, but I believed him because, well, he said so.

I was just reading TID when Simon literally barged in my room.

"What's up Simon? You look ticked off."

"What the hell Clary?"
What. The. Frick.

"You can't go telling people they don't deserve other people."
What was he talking about??

"You shouldn't let your own feelings or views come between Riley's love for Jace. You are so selfish."

OH THAT GRASSASS, RILEY.

"What the hell Simon? Who told you all of this?"

"Doesn't matter, Clary! You can't tell Riley that Jace is too good for her or she can't be with him! What's your problem!"

I had tears in my eyes by this time.

"I didn't tell her to do any of this! She asked me to speak to Jace about her liking for him and he said he doesn't want to be with her. That's all I told her. And she told me that she was thankful I did something for her! Who ever told you this was lying. How can you believe someone, anyone, when they say something like this!", I was in tears as I continued, "...after all these years of our friendship, how can you believe anyone who accuses me like that!"

"Clar-", he continued.

"Get out, Simon. I don't even to be near you right now."

With that he got out of my room and I sat on the corner of my bed. Sobbing.
How can he be so clueless about what's happening, how can he be so selfish?
It's my best friend we are talking about.
I went out in the balcony to get some fresh air.
Hurt, I sat on the seats and continued crying.

Just after 15 minutes of my waterworks, Jace entered, not noticing my face.

"I just had a grea-, Clary? What's wrong?"

He quickly made his way to the balcony and sat beside me.

I continued sobbing. But this time, in the crook of his neck, making his shirt wet and stained by my mascara.
To my surprise, he didn't move away, instead he put his arm around my shoulder and let me cry.

"Ssh...", he consoled, "what's wrong? Who do I need to kill?"

"You know how you told me to tell Riley about you not liking her?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I did and I was so polite, I swear but she didn't take it well, she went to Simon and told him that I asked her to stay away from you because you were too good for her and that she didn't deserve you and tha-"

Interrupting me he said, "I get it. I can guess, you don't have to say. Simon is an ass to believe all those accusations. You're his best friend since what, second grade?"

"That was exactly what I said, but he didn't even look sorry. I don't know Jace. What is this?"

"Let it out Clares. It's fine. I am here."

When he said those soothing words, it was more than enough. He could leave right there and then because his words were assuring enough. But he didn't. He sat with me there. In the cold, on the balcony. When he felt me shiver, he put his jacket on my shoulders. He offered me his shoulder to cry on. And in that moment I felt relaxed. I couldn't ask for more. I wanted to stay there like that forever.
And I don't know where in between this feeling of content, I slept. Slept on his shoulder, in the crook of his neck and held on to his shirt for dear life.
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Yay another chapter!!!
I personally loved writing it. It's one of my favourites and the chemistry between Clace is goals af.
I might write a chapter on Jace's POV, I am trying to think of interesting ways to improve my book, yass.

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