Project Revenge

Chapter Seven

When you hold me in your arms, when you hold me, I can feel your heart beating.

- Tom Odell

(Unedited, as per usual. *sigh*)

{Clarys POV}

One more week.

Just seven more days of hell before I'm free, for a while at least.

I straighten my pony tail in the mirror hanging on the wall next to the door.
Ignore my flashing phone screen on the dresser knowing it will just be Isabelle and slip my green hoodie on over me.

Mom and Jon are yelling about something downstairs, probably about the fact that he broke her favourite lamp last night getting in at god knows what hour.

I make sure my Cateyes are even and nod once I'm happy with them and focus on applying my pale pink lipstick mom got me for my birthday.
Just as I'm clicking the cap back on Jon comes crashing into the room, whacking me with the door.

I yelp, grabbing my foot and watch the lipstick roll under the dresser

"Sorry!" He smiles, exposing everyone of his teeth. It's a smile I've missed on his face. A real one. But it doesn't stop my toe from throbbing

"Is there any reason you came rushing in here like a bat out of hell?!" I ask him but his smile doesn't waver, it's like nothing could spoil his mood.

"Yeah," he nods entering the room and pushing the door closed with his back
"Isabelle says you've to answer her because it's urgent."

I blink, once, twice, three times.
"Isabelle?"

He just nods

"You were speaking to Isabelle?"
I look at him like he's insane

"Yeah, we spent the day together yesterday" he tells me and I immediately can't help but smile
"We were looking for you." He continues.

I get on my hands and knees, reaching under the dresser for the runaway lipstick.

"Looking for me?" My hand closes around something and I pull it out frowning when I realise it's a battery

"Yeah well nobody had heard from you all day so we went to the park then wills house." That properly catches my attention and I stand up to face him, pink lipstick in hand.

"Oh right, what did William have to say?" My brother and the Herondale family never mix well

"Nothing much," he pushes off the door then falls back against it like he's struggling to keep still. A toddler in a toy store "he told us you'd just left to go home though."

I roll my eyes, slipping the lipstick back into my make up bag and grab my boots from under the mirror

"So, how come you were at wills?" He asks as I sit on the bed to put my boots on

"How come you were out with izzy till late last night?" I look up at him, tying my shoelaces while I watch him

He smirks at me
"We're just friends."

"I see," I stand up slipping my bag over my shoulder "friends that used to date and jump each other's bones?"

He doesn't say anything, just keeps smiling.

"Well, you don't have to worry about me or who I speak to Jonathan I'm a big girl." I move towards the door prepared to shove him out the way if I needed to