It was a little bit passed my bed time, but I had to stay up or I am going to fail my test and last thing I need is a grade that will keep me from Art School. I kept reviewing my notes for the thousandth time, until I got a text from someone.
Jace: Hey.
Jace is texting me?....This late?
Clary: Hey.
Jace: What are you doing?
Clary: Just studying for a test, that's all. What are you doing?
Alright Jace, let's see if you're not here just to send flirty messages.
Jace: This late?
Clary: Yeah.
I know that sounded a little bit laid-back, what about this?
Clary: I could say the same thing about you, this late?
Jace: I can stop, if you want?
Wait no, I didn't mean that!
Clary: No, I'm just really bored right now.
Jace: Oh are you now?
Great job Clary, now he thinks that you want to do 'it'!
Clary: If you're thinking about it, no!
Jace: Don't do what?
Clary: Don't play dumb with me, Lightwood, I know what you're thinking about.
Jace: That's Herondale to you.
Clary: What? But I thought your last name was Lightwood.
Jace: I'm adopted.
Nice job Clary, you made this extremely awkward.
Clary: Sorry. I didn't mean to go it any forward.
Jace: Don't worry about it, I'm used it.
We started to text each other, and it was non-stop I think I could do this all the time if I wanted to. You know, Jace isn't so bad as I thought he's really nice, and cool.
Clary: You think that you could teach me how to ride a motorcycle, sometime?
Jace: Sure, I mean if you're mom won't get you your own car I could teach.
Clary: Very funny.
Jace: Just saying.
Clary: It's getting late I gotta go to sleep before my mom figures out that I'm staying up this late.
Jace: So I'll see you tomorrow on Monday?
Clary: Yeah, I'll see you then.
Jace: Goodnight!
Clary: Night.
I turned off my phone, and hooked it onto my charger then I fell into sleep.
