Clace (Liberty High School) (Completed)

36. The Discussion

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

Jace

Red opens the door, and I rush into a hug. "Oh, Red I was so worried," I whisper in her ear as I wrap Red in a hug. It feels so good to have her in my arms!

"Get off!" Reds shouts. "Get off! Get off! Get off!" What's wrong? Did I put my hand somewhere she didn't like? It's just on her back, maybe it was too far down for her liking. She seems really tense!

"Okay Clarissa, you need to calm down. What's wrong?" I question since Simon can hear out conversation I have to keep it formal.

"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," Red ignores me and asks Simon.

"Well, Jace is kinda having issues with his balance, so how about I help him into the couch first," Simon offers. My head throbbing is at a dull throb now.

"No!" Red shouts. What is wrong with her? "I don't want him in my house." Wait, what? Maybe she's just having a bad day? Maybe she had a nightmare or something and is a little frazzled.

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

Red starts 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." What is she talking about? If I wanted to what? "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!" I explain. I've got nothing! Maybe she's lost her mind? Maybe she's day dreaming? I don't know what to do!

"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 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," Red cries. What? I...did...what...with...who? My scars....someone knows about them....

"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," I stutters and my head starts throbbing fast and hard. My balance is wobbily, and I feel like I'm going to fall. Red stares at me for a while, then she walks me to the couch, and sets me 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." Again with this! I thought I was helping her feel better! "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." When I find the person who sent these texts, they're going to have some explaining to do! And then some things that involve my fist in their abdomen! "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." Can she really think I'd do that to her? I...I think I love her! This bastard is gonna pay! "I figured you came here to break up with me, so let's just get it over with," Red replies. Then, she sits all the way on the other side of the couch, and folds into a ball.

Make it better! That's the first thing I think. Then a more cautious. Be careful! She's in a compromised position, and you don't want to make it worse! "Red, please let me talk to you. I need to know you're going to hear me out, okay," I beg. Red nods her head while tears continue to fall.

"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?" I question, trying to figure out how the person knows about my scars. I've always been extremely careful with them. "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." Hopefully that did something to help!

"Do...do you have a scar on your left thigh?" Red asks out of nowhere. Really out of all of the things she could ask!

I can't help, but laugh. I was expecting her to yell at me again. I don't know hit me or something, not ask about my scars. Like I said, always full of surprises. "I do Red, but I swear no one, well besides Maryse and my doctor, has ever seen it," I reply. "Out of everything I just said, I can't believe you asked about my scar."

"Jace, I..I need your help," Red whispers as her cheeks turn pale. What is happening? Is she okay? No, she's not! Duh! Otherwise she wouldn't have just asked you for help in the middle of a misunderstanding!

"Hey, what's wrong?" I manage.

"I...I want to finish this discussion later," Red begins, and then she goes unconscious.

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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