The golden boy changed me

Chapter 5

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I'm so excited to see where this story is going to go...

Is it wrong to get excited over something you wrote...

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Anyways...

I hope you all enjoy this chapter! it's a little longer!
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Chapter 5

Clary's POV

"You know Iz; I need to use the bathroom real quick. You go on ahead and start breakfast," I hesitantly told Izzy right before we reached the stairs. She carried on without a moment's thought and said she'll see me in a few.

I found the bathroom and stepped inside. Moving in front of the mirror, I gave myself a pep talk. I had no reason to be nervous right? I didn't even need to be embarrassed. It was just a boy, albeit a boy that looked like a golden Greek god, but still a boy. Though not all boys, Greek god or not, acted like an asshat manwhore who just happened to live in your new friends house. Oh boy. I looked up into the mirror and placed my hands on the smooth counter. A smile danced across my face in the mirror. I didn't look like myself, so why should I act like myself. I looked confident and beautiful. I decided to act like it.

Taking a deep breath unlocked the bathroom door and started down the stairs. Hey I told myself He might not even be downstairs. He could still be asleep.

When I found the enormous kitchen I entered and all my hopes of avoiding Golden Boy dissipated into thin air. I walked in and saw him making breakfast. Damn. He could cook too? Not fair at all. I looked to Izzy and saw her talking to a boy our age who must've been her brother. They were almost identical except he had piercing blue eyes where she had deep brown ones. He was holding hands with an extremely sparkly and flamboyant man.

Izzy must've heard me come in because she turned in her seat and introduced me to everyone. "Guys this is Clary. She is my new best friend and I gave her a makeover this morning. Doesn't she look great?" I saw him turn around and smirk. He seemed to falter for a second when he saw me but it went away so quickly I thought I had imagined it.

"Red. So nice to see you again. But you look tired. Did you not get enough sleep after you visited me last night?" Oh God. He did NOT just say that. I turned back to face the table and saw three jaws hanging open with surprise.

"NO! Nothing happened last night! I accidently stumbled into him when I was looking for the bathroom. And my name isn't Red. It's Clary." So much for trying to be confident. I was not expecting him to bring last night up. I still don't know what happened.

"Jace," Why, oh why, did he have to have such a sexy name? The other boy continued to scold him, "Don't tease Izzy's new friend. I'm terribly sorry Clary for Jace being an asshole. He can't help it. I'm Alec and this is Magnus." He gestured to the guy beside him.

"Hello Darling. You may also call me Magnus the Magnificent. Come on Alexander. Let's go to school." Magnus spoke with a faint accent. He got up and grabbed his bag as he walked out the door. Alec soon followed after saying goodbye to Izzy. I took his spot at the table and looked at Izzy, asking for an explanation for why Jace was making pancakes in her house.

"Clary, remember when I said our house is so big because we take in foster kids? Well Jace is my adopted brother. He's been living with us for a while unfortunately." Oh. That explained it.... Kind of. I was still confused about the empty bedroom on Izzy's floor.

"Oh Iz," Jace sighed, placing his hand over his heart as if he actually had one," you know you love me. I mean who could resist this?" he asked while gesturing to his body. I know I couldn't resist looking him over. He was wearing a tight white shirt that showed off his perfect chest and dark blue jeans. It all looked expensive but he could've been wearing sweats and still have looked perfect.