The golden boy changed me

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

Clary's POV

I wasn't used to this new Jace, but I liked it. He seemed so caring and relatable. I was completely aware of the fact that this Jace would most likely disappear the moment I walked through the doors of school, yet part of me refused to acknowledge it.

Most of the day was spent talking by Jace and me. He told his mom he was feeling ill and couldn't make it through school. She didn't even question him and we were left home in peace. Izzy had almost walked in on Jace and me kissing, because let's face it, it'd be impossible to spend a day with Jace without a little kissing. Luckily Jace heard her coming and I hid in the closet, feeling incredibly stupid.

Every inch of contact between us made goose bumps erupt on my skin and chills run down my spine. Our bodies seemed to gravitate towards each other unconsciously, uncontrollably. When we kissed my brain melted into mush and there was nothing but the sound of our hearts
beating.

Even though kissing Jace was truly amazing, just talking with him and simply lying next to each other in his bed was of equal amazement. I learned so much of him; he was afraid to let people in, hence the asshat attitude; he was a skilled pianist; he loved football, but
couldn't see himself doing it for a career anymore. When I asked him about the last one he just smiled and shook his head. That left me confused.

Around noon we decided to take a walk around New York, just to clear our heads. We held hands the whole way and came to a stop in a beautiful park. I could feel my fingers twitching, a habit I picked up whenever I wanted to draw the scene in front of me. Sitting beneath a
tree, we just listened to the sound of each other's breathing. I was perfectly content with sitting like this until Jace broke the silence.

"Clary, do you want to talk about last night? I just want to help you." I looked over at his face then down at my hands before answering. I decided that just telling the truth would be the best
way; it wouldn't hurt to leave out my mom and dad.

"I live with my brother, Jonathan, you've met him. We have been living alone for a few years. Jonathan started to drink a lot and he quit his job. Then he started to hurt me." The words taste foreign on my tongue; never have they crossed my lips, "At first it was just a
slap every other week but then it became more frequent," I took a deep breath before continuing." It got to the point where I would get hurt every single night, just because I looked like my mother. He did other things that I can't talk about but you are the only one to know about
any of this. My best friend Simon knows I have trouble at home but he doesn't know much."

I waited for his response. When he spoke again his voice sounded tight. His beautiful face was pained. "He did this to you every night?" I nodded solemnly, "And you haven't told anyone. Clary this is serious. We can have him arrested. I can help you! You never have to see that bastard again. I-"

"Jace!" I interrupted him," You can't tell anyone! If the police arrest Jonathan I won't have a guardian! I will be taken to an orphanage and put in the system. I will have to leave and I might never see you again."

He didn't say anything to this. I knew he understood even if he wasn't happy about it.

"Fine. But eventually you will have to tell someone. And where will you stay? Please don't tell me you are going back there. "I had to think about this for a second. The obvious choice was Simon, but I didn't know how to ask him without explaining why. I also wondered how Jace would feel about that. I tried to compromise.

"I have a friend's house I can stay at, but I can also spend the night with 'Izzy' as much as possible without it being suspicious. I can go back to the apartment only when absolutely necessary, like for clothes or to make sure Jonathan is still alive."

I was joking when I said the last part but Jace was not in a joking mood. He agreed to my idea and then we sat in silence. I couldn't stand it anymore and I finally had to ask." Jace?" he turned and looked down at me." What happens to..to this?" I asked gesturing between us," When we return to school will it be like it was before? You with your Jocks and sluts and me with my art nerds and video game geeks? What is going to happen?"

He didn't respond right away, but I felt his body stiffen. I tried to hold back a tear as I knew what answer was coming. It was stupid to believe otherwise. Just plain stupid to believe he would want to make this...whatever it was, public.

"I don't even know what to call this," he finally responded, his voice cool and calculated," I have different feelings for you Clary. I have never felt like this before in my entire life. I just don't think it would be a good idea to tell the world yet. It would-"

I interrupted him for the second time that evening. "It would what? Ruin your image? Am I too poor for you Jace? Too Ugly? You know what, just forget it." With that I jumped up to walk off. I was being overly dramatic but his words hurt.

Before I could walk off I felt a slender hand close around mine.

"Geez Clary would you let me finish? I was going to say that if people found out they would try to tear us apart. I know for a fact that most of the cheerleaders would be even uglier to you than they are now, and almost none of the football players would pass you without a hurtful comment. I don't want them to know until we are both ready for that. I don't want to lose you when I've just found you Clary. And as for your other questions, I don't give a damn for how
much money you have. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen inside and out. I can be myself with you and you alone."

By the time he finished my cheeks were wet. I hadn't even realized that I was crying. I just walked into his open arms and we stood there, me crying and him patting my hair. I whispered up to him, "Jace Lightwood, that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I know it's going to be hard but I'm willing to try for you. You are going to have to trust me on something's, like Jonathan. I just want to be yours, and for you to be mine."

With that he leaned down until his lips found mine and we kissed while the sun was setting, making me feel like I was in a cliché chick flick. We held on to each other, two broken souls that had latched on to each other, knowing that if we let go, we would fall apart again.
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This chapter is a little short but hopefully it will satisfy your clace shipper hearts XD
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