Clace (Liberty High School) (Completed)

28. The Connection

(Author's Note: Okay this video doesn't exactly match the chapter, but I found it on Pintrest which lead to YouTube and I LOVE it!)

Jace

"We've got to get ready for school." I declare, Then, I stand and walk out of the bathroom.

"Jace," Red calls walking quickly to catch up with me. "Please wait."

"Red, we've got to get ready for school," I deflect. She's probably going to yell at you. Knowing that you have to release yourself probably makes her uncomfortable! Why would you tell her? You deserve whatever she does to you! "Are...you mad at me?"

"Jace....I am not mad at you. I...I get it. I mean I don't get how I do that to you. I'm not as attractive as most of the girls who you want, but...I get how it can happen," Red replies, avoiding eye contact.

"Red....the ONLY girl I want is you. Yes, there have been some girls in my past, but...they pale in comparison to you. I wish you would believe me," I try. Why can't she see how much beautiful she is? Ugh.......I've got to figure out how to make her believe me! I walk closer to her, place my hand on her radiating cheek, and press my lips onto hers. I can feel all the bite marks on her bottom lip, and it makes me want her even more. "I have an idea," I whisper into her ear sensually.

"Wh...what?" Red asks breathlessly.

"Can I pick you up and bring you over to my bed?" I ask with a little smile on my face.

"Yes," Red whispers. Slowly with gentle hands, I pick Red up and carry her to my bed.

"I'm going to pull your shirt down in front to your shoulders,  is that okay? I promise I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to," I ask nervously. I hope she's okay with what I'm about to do!

"O...okay," Red stutters. Damn you're making her nervous! That was not the goal here Jace! Turn it around quickly! I gradually set her down and wait for a few seconds, just lingering over her. Carefully, I push her shirt down. Her cheeks radiate heat and I quickly kiss her lips. Red just stares at me while I stare at her. I move my hand to her highest scar on her shoulder.

"Okay...this might be hard, but if you can and want to....please tell me about this scar," I whisper.

"Jace...I don't want to talk about them. I don't want you to see how disgusting I am," Red cries.

"I...I'm not trying to make this more difficult. I fact, I'm trying to help. If you're really against talking about it...we don't have to," I respond.

"No...it's okay," Red manages.

"Okay, so how...how did you get this one?" I point to her highest one. She takes my face, and pulls it to her ear.

"My....my dad was drunk one night. I....I was ten. Because his senses were impared, he hit me further up than usual. Of course...my shirt still hid it....I must've...satisfied him because he didn't hit me anywhere else that night...after....-" Red explains. That bastard makes me sick!

"What do you see when you look at this scar, Red?" I ask.

"I see a rough, uneven, indented, once painfully, and ugly piece of skin that was deformed," Red answers honestly. I can see the pain in her eyes. It hurts me to see her like that.

Do you want to know what I see?" I ask.

"N...not really," Red looks away from me in shame.

"Red...when I look at this scar, I see a beautiful, scared, brave, tenacious, 10 year old, red haired, green eyed girl that lived through an unnecessary hell, to protect her and her mom," I confess. I grab her chin and lock my eyes onto hers. "I'm a little nervous to ask this, but...can you please give me your hand and trust me?" I ask.

"Y...yes," Red hesitates. I slowly take her left hand and run it down my chest to the lining of my pants. I look in her eyes for permission, and she nods. I move her hand to the right, so it's almost to my hip. I push her hand under my pants and underwear, to my right hip, until I'm just above it. Then, I take my hand out.

"Red, I want you to push you're hand just a little farther down, okay?" I ask.

"Okay," Red agrees. I make sure our eyes are locked, so I know when she feels it. Suddenly, her eyes widen, and she pulls her hand out. Delicately, she places it in my hair. I don't want to talk first, so I wait in comfortable silence for her to process. "Jace...you have a really deep scar on your...right hip," Red whispers in my ear.

"Y...yes I do," I stutter.

"Why did you want me to feel that?" Red asks.

"I...I didn't know how to make you see. To make you understand that I've been marked too. That's....partially why I've never had...intercourse. Anytime a girls even gotten close...I've stopped her. Red...when I look at myself in the mirror, I feel like a waste of space, worthless, ugly, weak, and worst of all, I feel small, so small, Red," I confess and look away from her sparkling Emerald eyes.

"Jace...I don't want you to ever say those words again! Or better yet...I don't want you to ever think those things again!" Red exclaims. "Whoever did that to you is sick and...just horrible. I'm so sorry, darling." Red rubs my back in circles.

"Red!" I exclaim. "That's exactly how I feel about your scars. When you say those bad things about yourself....I want to kill anyone who's ever said or made you think those things about yourself."

"Jace....can...can I touch it again?" Red asks. Why does she want to touch it? She wants to...to touch it again....okay...she's let you touch her scar....and it's been no picnic for her, but she still let you. You should let her?

"O...okay," I stutter.

She reaches her hand back down and runs her thumb over the scar. "Jace..I know you think you're okay with my scars, but you haven't seen my....my chest yet. Those are the worst. I look broken and disgusting. They....probably will make you sick," Red cries.

"Red, I don't think you get it. There's no part of you that I don't find dangerously attractive. Why did you want to touch my hip again?" I ask nervously.

"I...this probably sounds stupid, but it makes me feel special and safe. You...you said you never want anyone to know it is there, but you showed me," Red explains.

"Red...I'm really think we should get up now...because I really want to kiss you right now," I whisper as I bite her ear affectionately. In responce, she pulls my head towards her mouth and pushes my lips onto hers.

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

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

Originally posted: 1/26/18