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Jace, Izzy, and Alec are new kids at Liberty High School. Simon shows them around on their first day. Jace sees Clary and asks...
Izzy and I are walking through the living room, when Jace sees us. "What's going on?" Jace asks.
"Sebastian asked me out on a date," I answer.
What do you even know about him?" Jace asks. Is he jealous? No, he can't be. He's seen me at my almost worse, seen my scars, knows about my dad, and even thoughhe's still my friend, he'll never be more.
"I know he's new, like you guys and he seems nice," I defend.
"I just want you to be careful. I care about ya, you know," Jace offers.
"Thanks Jace, but I think I can handle Sebastian on my own," I reply.
Izzy and I go into her room and she helps me get ready.
Jace
Izzy and Red are walk into the living room. "What's going on?" I ask.
"Sebastian asked me out on a date," Red replies.
What do you even know about him?" I ask.
"I know he's new, like you guys and he seems nice," Red defends. He seems nice! I can'tlet herget hurt again! I won't! Why can't she just like me? I would never hurt her! Now, I have to worry about some boy!
"I just want you to be careful. I care about ya, you know," I manage.
"Thanks Jace, but I think I can handle Sebastian on my own," Red replies. What does she mean, "handle him"? Stop it! You can't think like that.
Izzy and Red go upstairs, likely to get Red ready for her date.
Clarissa
Sebastian picks me up and we're off. I decided to wear a black top and some black skinny jeans. More like, Izzy decided.
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(Author's Note: I know she wears green with Jace, but since it's Clebastian, I though maybe she shouldn't wear Clace attire ;()
He ends up taking me to some restaurant.
"Clarissa," Sebastian begins as we find a parking spot, "you look really nice tonight."
"Thanks," I reply and hide my red face. I've never been good at accepting compliments.
As we're walking in, he grabs my hand. I don't feel comfortable with him touching me, but I try to push it off. I want to tell him, but I want him to like me. He won't like me, if he thinks I'm so wound up. I know I am, but I don't want him to know that. We are seated and then the waiter comes over. "Can I start you two off with a beverage?" He asks.
