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10. Empty Classroom

Chapter 10: Empty Classroom (1,6K)

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No One's PoV

As Clary left the bathroom, she looked around for Simon, just so she could bitch some more about this Godawful school she has been locked in. She still couldn't believe that her parents sent her to the very place where they swore to never send either Jon or her. She knew that she often pushed the limit, and that she didn't have the easiest temper in the world, but it wasn't a reason. Both her parents were militaries, and both of them certainly didn't want their children to go down this path. So what the heck?

But Simon was nowhere to be seen. She figured that he must have gone back to the common hall, too chicken to stay alone in a corridor where he could have met Jon. She rolled her eyes, heading back there, when she was suddenly pulled in an empty classroom. Without thinking about if for a second, she brought up her elbow, and punched her assailant in the nose. Then she turned on herself, only to see that her aggressor was Jace, his hand over his nose as his golden eyes were glaring at her.

"What do you want?" She snapped at him, recalling all too wee her empty and cold bed in the morning.

She also recalled the way told her when she saw him at breakfast that they should stop everything, because it was getting complicated. He was the one who came to her room in the middle of the night to jump her bones, he was the one fleeing afterwards, and now, he was the one saying it was getting complicated. This was what Clary called 'guy-wussiness'. That typical behaviour when guys pretended to be manly by not assuming what was real. They agreed to casual sex, and when she felt that it was staring to grow to something more and that she let him know, telling him that she liked him, he chickened out. Because guys we're all the same in the end: pussies.

"Who was that?" Jace imperially asks, his whole body trembling with anger, to which Clary simply shrugged as she walked toward the door and answered:

"Like I said before, Simon is the man of my life. Someone who won't screw me over, unlike some people I know."

At those words, Jace growled, placing himself between Clary and the door, and towering over her with all his might. She glared st him, clearly not happy that he got in her way, and he asked her with anger: "Was he the guy that got your brother here?"

"None of your damn business, Wayland. Remember? We're not crewing each other anymore! I don't want to be something 'too complicated' for you," she sarcastically replied, quoting the exact same words he told her in the morning. "Get out of my way, before I break your arm!" She added with a deadly serious threatening tone.

But he did the exact opposite. He took her by the shoulders and kissed her hard on her mouth as he tackled her against the nearest wall. He kisses her with passion, doing his best to make the two of them forget about Simon; and when he made her jump in his arms, he broke their kiss so he could whisper in her ear:

"If the complicated means that Simon is out of the picture, I'll take the complicated without a single hesitation."

And as he said those words, he started kissing Clary's neck, nibbling the exact spot he knew she was the most sensible at. When she slightly moaned to him and slightly bucked her hips to his pelvic bone, Jace held her waist tighter and let himself fall in that dangerous passion he had desperately tried to avoid earlier in the morning.