Twisted

Chapter One: Arrival

A sharp nock woke me. I raised groggily and groaned. I had fallen asleep after I trained and showered waiting for Clary to show up, two hours later and no sign of her. It's 11: 34 now, the sun has set and my heart is racing in my rids at 100 miles per hour. I don't know why, but I was nervous. Hesitantly I left my room and walked down the hall to the large double doors in the foyer. The nocking sounded again and I threw open the door.
On the steps stood pail looking Clary. Her red, wild and curly hair bundled together under a clip, slowly escaping its grasp. She wore a black leather jacket that hugged her thin frame, torn up jeans, and black combat boots. She had a plain styled suitcase at her side. I traveled my eyes back up and gold met green. Her light makeup made her long eyelashes longer and her vibrant eyes more vibrant.
What she looked like now compared to my memory of her, was different. I remembered plaid button up shirts with tank tops underneath, ballet styled shoes, easy to slip off when she was too deep into a sketch to be bothered. Her cheeks and four head, sometimes even her nose, would be smeared with paint, which I constantly kept teasing her about. But now, the girl I looked at was a stranger.

"Jace!" She smiled, and rushed in to hug me, I cringed inside for a second before accepting her embrace. "I missed you," She said.

I stood stunned, unsure of how to respond...I wanted to say I did too, but I didn't, I didn't miss this Clary, I missed the one in my memories.

"Clary." I said stiffly, trying for a general greeting.

"How are you?" She asked, pulling away.
No calls, no texts, no letters. And she thought she had the right to care about how I was, now at all times.

"I'm fine." I told her grimly.
She stepped back out onto the stoop, grabbed her suitcase and interned again, I closed the door with a click when Alec and Magnus came in, holding hands.

"Alec, Magnus!" Clary discarded her bag, hugging them both. Then drew back, examining their intertwined hands she hadn't noticed before. Her eyes grew wide and blazed with a glint I once loved. Once, not do but once, a bit of me broke at the recognition of not having my Clary. "Since when?"

"Since last year," Answered Magnus, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Awe, you guys are so cute together!" How?How could she not act like she didn't completely destroyed me?

"I'll show you to your room." I grabbed her bag and started to make my way down the hall. I heard a few murmurs from the foyer, before Clary came to my side.

"I can get it, Jace." She gestured to the suitcase.

"I got it." I kept my eyes forward.

"Jace? What's wrong?"

"Really?" As if it wasn't obvious.

"Look," She stopped and faced me, I did the same. Not my Clary. "If this is about what happened when I left, I'm sorry, I didn't want it to end that way."

"Then why didn't you call? Or at least send a fire message? Anything? I would've talked to you."

Her face flushed with frustration. "Well, I could ask you the same. Why didn't you call, Jace?"

"Stop saying my name like that." I started to walk again, I would do anything to get out of this conversation.

"Like what?" She frowned, like she always did when she was confused, when she was my confused Clary.

"Like you care," I answered her question,"Stop acting like you care about me, about what you did." I said through gritted teeth.

"I do care about you, Jace. You're like my brother," She said annoyed.

"Brother? No, Alec is like a sibling to me. You were like a sister to me, were. You're not anymore." She flinched.

"Don't say that," Aggravation coated her voice.

"Why the hell not?"

CLARY

Truth being I didn't know. It just hurt to hear him say it, and I've been hurt enough.
"Because," That seemed like a good answer until he faced me again.

"Clary, you left. Left me, the institute, everything, without a word. No goodbye, nothing. And then I hear you save everyone in the war, and boys are lining up at your door. You left me, Clary. And I missed you everyday. I felt like I was replaced, that's why I didn't try to call, I thought you were finally happy, and I loved you enough not to ruin it for you." The windows in his golden flecked eyes showed me his soul. They used to be cold, hard as ice, he only put down his walls when he was talking to me, I found myself glad that it was still that way. But inside he looked...he looked broken.

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Short chapter but I'm still trying to plan a master outline of the story.
Oh, also, anyone who read the prologue before I edited it, I changed it, Clary was 15 when she left.

Again, thoughts?? Pleazzzzzze