Clace (Liberty High School) (Completed)

35. The Discussion

Author's Note: Keep in mind, Jace has no idea about "it".

Clarissa

I open the door as prepared as I can be, to face Jace. "Oh, Red I was so worried," Jace whispers in my ear as he wraps me in a hug. What is he doing? Is she seriously going to pretend nothing happened! Why is he touching me? I don't want him to touch me!

"Get off!" I shout at him. "Get off! Get off! Get off!" Quickly, Jace let's go of me.

"Okay Clarissa, you need to calm down. What's wrong?" Jace asks.

"Simon, I need to speak to Jace for a moment. Can you please go to your house and I'll walk over and get you when I'm done?" I ask.

"Well, Jace is kinda having issues with his balance, so how about I help him into the couch first," Simon offers.

"No!" I exclaim. "I don't want him in my house." Poor Simon! He must be completely confused!

"Yeah, I'll leave, and you can come and talk later," Simon responds, and slowly backs away from me.

Once he's out of hearing range, I start crying. "Jace, I was going to try and pretend. I had this whole thing going. I was going to go along with whatever you said, and I was going to be able to do it! I was, but you came over too early. I needed some time to figure this out first. So sort out my feelings! Not knowing why? That's been the worst part. Maybe...maybe if you just told me you wanted to with someone else, I could've been okay with that. Since I'm not, I'd understand if you wanted someone else to, but I wish you would've just told me."

"Red, what are you talking about? I came over here to make sure you were okay. I've been worried about you all day. I had to go to the nurse when my head started throbbing from worry. I have no idea what you're talking about!" Jace defends. Is he seriously going to deny it? Pretend like he isn't having sex with some girl behind my back!

"Jace, it's too late. I got a text from a random number this morning. I know what you've been doing. It....it said 'Jace and I have been having sex for a week. If I'm correct, as long as you've been "dating" him. Don't believe me? I've seen the scar on his right hip, enough times to draw you a picture. On his left thigh, there's another one. I assume you haven't seen them yet, so you might have to ask him about it. Be my guest! He can't deny me knowing about his sacred scars," I explain.

Jace's face is full of pure shock. "Red...I don't know...wh..who knows about my scars..I..I don't let people know they exsist. No....no girl, besides you...R..Red. I..there's no...I...Red, there's no one, I swear. There must be some....how did they know...they knew...I keep them hidden....always..I...I don't know what," Jace stutters and almost falls down. Should I believe him? Is it possible someone just somehow found out and is trying to break us up? Am I playing into their hands? But who? No, Jace is just acting. He doesn't want to end our relationship, until he's had enough fun. But....he seems so broken over someone knowing about his scars. He puts his hand to his head and I decide regardless of what he's done, he should be able to sit, so I walk him to the couch and plop him down.

"I'm not saying I believe you by helping you sit. I'm just being human. I...I don't know if I can trust you. Someone as....amazing as you, it's hard to believe you wouldn't have girls lining up to...be with you. And me, I just...I'm nothing special. Not to mention, I'm not experienced...in that area of expertise. If you wanted to...with other people, I could understand. I just wish you would've broken up with me first. Yes, it would've hurt me, but not as much as knowing you were telling me how special I am one minute, and having sex with some girl the next. I figured you came here to break up with me, so let's just get it over with," I manage, but when I look at Jace, the tears come. I sit on the other side of the couch, and fold into a ball.

Jace comes closer to me and asks, "Red, please let me talk to you. I need to know you're going to hear me out, okay." My tears prevent the words from forming in my throat, so I nod. He deserves the right to defend himself.

"Red, I didn't come here to break up with you, and I didn't have sex with anyone ever, I promise. I...I don't know how someone knows about...my scars. Izzy, Alec, and Robert don't even know about them. Maryse knows, but no one else besides you. I mean...my doctor knows, but isn't that confidential?" Jace is processing out loud. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I would NEVER tell you how special you are one minute, and then go and have sex with some girl the next. There could be a million girls asking me out and as long as you want me, I'll always say no, because the only girl I want is you! I would never cheat on you! You mean the world to me, and I wish you'd believe me."

"Do...do you have a scar on your left thigh?" I ask. Really out of all of the things running through your mind, that's what your mouth comes up with?I can't think straight. I'm getting a little dizzy, and my arm feels wet.

Jace laughs. Yes, he laughs why? "I do Red, but I swear no one, well besides Maryse and my doctor, has ever seen it," Jace defends. "Out of everything I just said, I can't believe you asked about my scar."

"Jace, I..I need your help," I plea, as I start to feel like I'm falling into a deep dark hole.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jace asks.

"I...I want to finish this discussion later," I manage before everything goes dark.

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Why did Clarissa pass out? Is she going to be okay?

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: 2/4/18