The golden boy changed me

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Jace's POV

As soon as we broke away from each other I saw her eyes widen in fear.

She jumped up and grabbed her stuff. Before I could explain anything she ran away. I tried my best to run after her but damn, that little red head was fast! And this was coming from the star of the football team.

I chased her into a somewhat scarier part of the city. Was this where she lived? I saw her sit down on the steps of an apartment building. I slowly walked up to her, not wanting to make her disappear again.

"Clary," I started to say, warning her of my presence.

"Stop Jace. You don't have to explain it. It was an accident and it didn't mean anything. You aren't looking for a relationship and especially not with a poor outcast like me. I get it." She didn't look at me while she said this. While most of it was true I didn't want it to be like that with her. I had known her for two days and she was already the most amazing person I had ever met. I am not sure about handling a relationship but i could definitely do a friendship. "You don't have to explain." She repeated in defeat.

Somehow I heard myself saying, "Well I obviously do have to explain because I didn't run 3 blocks just to tell you that. It was an accident; but it meant something and you must have felt it. That has never happened to me. Surely after knowing me for even a day you know me well enough to know that I don't just kiss girls. I may not be looking for a relationship but that kiss, that kiss wasn't normal. Look at me Clary!" I surprised myself. That was the longest I had gone without making a sex reference or making fun of someone, in a long time.

I could physically feel my walls crumbling down and I didn't have the concrete to build them back up.

Her green eyes were filled with uncertainty when she looked up. "Jace, what are you trying to say?" Her question made me think. What was I trying to say? I wasn't ready for a real relationship, hell no. However, I wasn't ready to lose Clary. If my parent's death had taught me anything, it was to value the time you spent with others, and to not take it for granted.

You never knew when the ones you loved would be whisked away from you.

Loved? Where the hell did that come from? I didn't love Clary, I barely knew her.

"I don't know Clary. I don't know," I found myself saying as I sat down next to her, "I have never felt like this. It's scaring the hell out of me." I wanted to grab her hand and never let go, to hold her in my arms and tell her I would figure things out. I kept telling myself I didn't have feelings for her but the little voice in the back of my head kept bringing up that kiss. I have never kissed anyone or been kissed like that. It wasn't full of lust yet it was still as passionate. It was soft and delicate. It wasn't my type of kiss but it was amazing. My whole body had felt like it was on fire.

Suddenly she stiffened next to me. Oh shit did I say that out loud?!

"Jace I am sorry but you have to leave right now. Please just go. I will explain it to you at school tomorrow just leave!" So I didn't say it out loud but why was she freaking out?

I followed her gaze and saw a drunken man staggering towards us. I remember seeing him from somewhere but I can't remember from where.

I turned to face Clary and I grabbed her hands. Ignoring the sparks I felt when it touched her, I quickly asked, "Clary, don't lie to me. Is he the one who hurt you?" I could see the answer in her eyes. Wasting no time I pulled her up and started walking away from the man. Before it even occurred to me to give her my hoodie to hide her hair, he saw us.