Clace (Liberty High School) (Completed)

4. The Next Day

Clarissa

I wake up and feel someone holding my waist. Who's touching me! I have to get out. I start crying uncontrollably as I panic. That person must wake up because there's a slight movement in the bed. A head pops over my shoulder and I see it's Jace.

Jace

I wake up and remember what happened last night. I put my head on Clarissa's shoulder, and I see her crying. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask.

"I...I didn't...know who it was when I woke up. I didn't know who was next to me," Clarissa whispers. Her face radiates heat as she realizes I'm staring at her.

"Hey Red, it'll be okay," I try and soothe her. "I'm sorry that I scared you. What's wrong?"

Clarissa

Way to go, you've done it now! "I want to tell you. I really do. You have to believe me. I'm just scared you won't....." I begin, but I feel a lump in my throat and my tears come back.

"Won't what?" Jace asks.

"You...won't...look at me.....the same," I stutter and curse to myself.

"Goodmorning sleepy hea-" Izzy stops, when she sees Jace and I. "What happened last night?"

"N....nothing," I mumble. Jace gets up and leaves, after Izzy gives him that look, like leave now or face the consequences.

As soon as Jace closes the door, Izzy demands, "Did you and my brother?"

"No, no of course not, Iz," I blush. "We were talking last night and must've fallen asleep." I lie.

"If you say so, I trust you, Clarissa," Izzy proclaims.

She leaves and I practically run into Jace's room. I look around and he's nowhere to be found, until I see him coming out of his bathroom in his birthday suit. My cheeks radiate heat and I quickly look away. He notices that I'm there and he grabs a towel. His whole face lights up and there's awkward silence, until I remember why I came in. "I told Izzy we fell asleep talking last night. Please please don't tell her about the nightmares or....this morning," I plea.

"Sure thing Red," Jace smiles. "Now if you could please let me get dressed." Jace motions to his dresser."

"Oh, yeah, sorry," I reply and let myself out, closing the door behind me. Way to go, you've likely scared the only boy you've ever liked away. Doesn't matter. Once he found out, he would've left anyway.

I decide to get dressed. I don't really feel like trying today. I throw on a soft comfy sweater, that's like 3 sizes too large and some jeans. I don't bother with makeup or trying to tame my hair. The weekends are supposed to be easy, right? Izzy calls, "It's time for breakfast!"

"Ok, be there in a sec," I yell down the stairs. I decide to put my hair in a braid, to keep it out of the way and then I'm off.

Izzy's mom made pancakes, eggs, bacon, and had orange juice. "Thank you Mrs. Lightwood," I graciously say.

"You're welcome dear, please call me Maryse," she smiles.

Jace

I walk into the kitchen for some breakfast and spot Her in another one of her huge sweaters and I can't help, but stare at her. She's so beautiful, I sigh. Stop thinking like that. She obviously has someone else. Why else would she have been so freaked to see you, this morning? She was probably worried about what her boyfriend would think. Someone as special as her must have a boyfriend. I'm taken out of my thoughts, when someone throws a little pancake at me. "What ya thinking about?" Clarissa asks me.

"Oh, just our social studies project," I lie.

"Really," Izzy says unconvinced. "What were you thinking about, then?"

Oh, crap! Really Izzy, really. You've got to think of something, and you'd better do it quick. "Well....... I was thinking, maybe we start out the paper with the woman and her husband saying goodbye to each other." Hey, that was actually pretty good, I'm impressed.

"That sounds cool," Clarissa adds her opinion.

"Okay, then it's settled, that's how we'll start the paper," I restate. I grab some breakfast.

Clarissa

What if he says something to someone about last night and this morning. This plays loops in my head as I eat. I decide I'll have to talk to him about it, after breakfast. He's only sitting a few chairs away from me, but I can feel his eyes watch me as if I'm going to sprout wings and fly away. I decide to stare back, but when I do, Izzy gives me this look and I make sure not to state at him for a while. Eventually, everyone finishes up and I text Jace to meet me in the closet next to the guest room. I have to make sure he doesn't say anything to anyone.

Jace

I hear a ping and check my phone.

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(Bold is Jace. Normal font is Clarissa)

Meet me in the closet next to the guest room.

Be there in 5, Red. Can't wait!

Make sure Izzy doesn't see you!

Of course. 😉

Stop being so blonde!

Ouch, Red, ouch.

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I open the closet door and see Red standing there. "What's so important, that we need to talk in a closet?" I ask.

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I do not own any of the Mortal Instruments books, materials, etc. All credit belongs to Casandra Clare.

Author's Note:
This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys like it! Please leave comments and feedback. I've decided from now on, I'm going to update, when I'm done and it'll be random.

Originally posted: 12/24/17