Project Revenge

Chapter Six

Well it's been building up inside of me for
Oh, I don't know how long.

- The Beach Boys

(Unedited)

{Clary's POV}

"So what, your boyfriend can't put you up for the night or something?" He asks but I barely listen.
I'm slouched in a familiar red armchair in his livingroom wondering why i thought it would be a good idea to come here, but then, I don't know anyone else.

"Just stop talking William."
I stare at his mothers ornaments on top of the fireplace, ceramic horse and carriages, ladies in large dresses crossing in front of them like a tiny Victorian glass village.
I enjoy the silence, surprised that he's allowing it to be honest and try to think what to say to him

"I didn't have anywhere else to go."
I tell him, looking at him properly for the first time since i'd came in. His eye is clearing up nicely. He doesn't seem surprised by this, he just pulls out a packet of cigarettes, sitting in the armchair across the room and lights one.

"Alright," he nods once "what's up then?" The fact that he's even giving me the time of day is a shock, I certainly wouldn't let him into my house no matter what state he was in, not until today.

"You win." I tell him, laughing quietly but still like a crazy person. How the hell am I laughing right now?

"I win?" He sits forward, flicks some ash into the glass ashtray on top of the coffee table and goes back to staring at me, his brows furrowed.

"Yeah, you win." I repeat and now it's him that's laughing, relaxing back in his chair. The way he sits has always hurt me, exactly like his cousin, William was always just basically a black haired blue eyed Jace in every way, maybe apart from the fact that Will cared more about literature and didn't have a musical bone in his body.

"What have I won exactly Clarissa?" I can't blame him for being a bit on the defensive side, I did get together with his worst enemy just days after he'd broken up with me, and the same enemy had beat him up a few times since.

"I'm not with Jace, I never was." I look down at a very faded stain in the carpet that looks suspiciously like blood, I couldn't help but wonder if it had anything to do with Ella.

Will just sighs, puts his cigarette out in the ashtray and pushes himself up out his seat, cracking his back.

"Tea?" He asks me and I watch him disappear into his kitchen, I follow him in looking around like it's the first time I've seen it. They've painted in here.

"Do you have any coffee?" He chuckles as he takes two mugs from the shelf and drops a teabag into one and some coffee granules into the other
"Sorry, sometimes I forget not everyone is British." He's smiling to himself as he flicks the kettle on, even as he turns, leaning back against the same counter and looks up at his family portraits on the kitchen wall, Ella's there, young, missing two front teeth but smiling anyway.

He turns away from them to face me
"So tell me," he begins "why is it you couldn't just talk to Jonathan about this?" I almost roll my eyes at him

"Well do you talk to Cecily about your 'relationships'?" The kettle flicks and he pours hot water in each of the mugs

"Of course not," he shakes his head
"Cecily is fifteen."

Fair enough I think but don't say
"Well I suppose it doesn't help when all Jon does is breathe down my neck because he doesn't trust you two." I take my mug with 'Worlds best Mum' on the side and sip it