The Adventures of Agent Fray and Detective Lightwood

Chapter Ten: How to Get Friendzoned

Chapter Ten
How To Get Friendzoned

Clary
"Hold up, hold up, you're telling me, that he actually took his shirt off?" My best friend Simon's surprised voice erupted through my ears from the other line.

As if he could see me, I only nodded, my eyes focused on the reality in front of me but my mind somewhere else completly.

It has been about a hour since I arrived home, and I sat on my bed, still in my satin pink robe from taking a bath, hair wet, and talking on the phone with Simon. At times like this, I knew I really needed my best friend.

I then said while running a hand through my long wet red hair in stress,

"I just don't know what to do Simon. It feels as if-" He didn't even let me finish my sentence before he cut me off by saying in a voice full of authority,

"No. Don't even say the words I know you're going to say." Despite my tiredness, I shot up in bed, my eyebrow quirked up as high as it could go. My confusion could easily be identified from even the people who didn't know me at all.

"What?" I asked in pure question.

"I know what girls say about Alec Lightwood, Clary. He's clearly a charmer. The perfect guy that will sweep you right off your feet and love you. Until he breaks your heart." I let that last sentence echo in my head a couple of times.

Until he breaks your heart. Until he breaks your heart. Until he breaks your heart.

Alec Lightwood the Heartbreaker. Everyone knew it. Even me.

Yet why did a part of me refuse to believe me?

Clearly frustrated with myself, I just said assuringly, "Don't be my dad, Simon. Alec and I will never be anything but partners."

But the way his muscles contradicted under my fingertips...

No. No, snap out of it Fray! I repeated that in my head about a billion times until it literally felt like that thought was sewed into my mind.

I hadn't realized I was so tuned into my own thoughts until I finally heard Simon's voice at last. "Clary? Clary?"

"Sorry," I apologized, sitting up on my bed as I said in conclusion, "I've had a long night. I'm going to sleep. Talk to you later?"

"Yeah. Goodnight Clary." I smiled and said right before ending the call,

"Goodnight Simon." And at that, I groaned and threw my phone to the other side of my bed while laying my head down on my pillow, falling asleep instantly.

***

It wasn't until the next morning when waking up in my bath robe that I realized I was so tired that I didn't even bother to get dressed for bed.

Brushing it off, I made myself a hot cup of steaming coffee and drunk it while getting ready. I curled my red hair and threw on blue jeans, a black tee shirt, black boots, and a leather jacket. Trying to play it comfy today.

Just like I planned, I made it down to the station earlier than my usual time. I found myself sitting in my office and reading A Court of Wings and Ruin (one of my favorite series of all times 💖) while waiting for Alec.

Alec.

Hearing the name even in my mind made me lower the book in my hands, staring at the clock across the room.

How was I going to face him after last night? After he...after he showed unbearably sexy he could be?

I grunted in frustration as I buried my head in my hands, sitting the book down for a break.

"Going through a crisis, Fray?" I looked up automatically, and saw Alec leaning against the doorway, muscular arms crossed over his chest, a smirk plastered all over his face.

I wanted to slap that look off his face.

"Nope. Just thinking." I said with a rather large amount of patience. Picking up my book and focusing on the words in front of my face, I tried to tune out Alec walking in and asking,

"About me, I'm assuming?" I rolled my eyes and looked up from my book while asking with dry interest,

"Are you always this cocky in the mornings?" Alec walked closer to me and gripped the desk under his hands as he leaned close to my face. I froze as I felt his breath fan my cheek. He then asked with blue eyes full of lust,

"Are you always this sassy in the morning?" Smirking, and putting my book down in front of us, I leaned in even closer, closer than both of us anticipated, and whispered,

"No. That's just because it's Friday." And looking into his eyes a little longer than needed, I smiled, mischief laced into my face, and got up, leaving the room to use the bathroom, his face still in the same position as it was only seconds ago.

And that is how you get friendzoned.