All That Money Can't Buy

Chapter Eleven: Need your love to breathe

Don't you be spending all your money on syrup and honey, because i'm sweet enough.

~Duffy

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{Clarys POV}

"This is Lyndsey Tanner here with the man himself and the question on everyone's mind is what on earth happened to your beautiful face?" The presenter, A woman who had interviewed us many times held her mic up for Nico. The crowd eagerly awaits his explanation and the reason he has kept out of the public eye for days. Only four people in the entire world know the truth.

"It's actually a funny story Lynds," his teeth sparkle as he drops a nickname for her casually and her face gets visably hot "depending on how you look at it i guess." Yeah, haha.
"So, as you know i had... a bit of a thing with Clarissa Fray."

The crowd "Wooo's" and Lyndsey nearly dives out of her chair with the excitement of receiving some form of confirmation that we had an on again off again thing. My heart sinks. What is he about to say?

"Well, she's a bit of a handful. More trouble than she's worth really." The interviewers mouth becomes a little round 'o' as she laps it up and encourages him to continue. He crosses one jean clad leg over the other and relaxes in his plastic seat
"We go out on a date, good food, great wine, hell even her company was great. Overall a good evening till she invites me back to hers." I close my eyes and sit on the very edge of the couch, he's trying to flush my career down the drain.

"We get there and the door says Herondale on it," Nico laughs and the presenters eyes dilate like a hungry lioness. Starving for gossip. Nicos fans lean forward just as famished and since his fans are usually older i have no idea what he will say.
"I'm thinking to myself 'Has she brought me back to her ex mans house?' But i ignore it for the most part cause like she's pretty and we're good together."

He wets his lips, smirks a little
"She offers me coffee and we get talking about him, that British Herondale fella she was dating for a bit, telling me how he's a drug addict and basically overall shit, even mentioned him having alot to work with downstairs but no particular skills." Nico laughs again and the presenter is giggling cheekily like a little girl, the crowd is in tears they're laughing so hard. There goes Jaces sex appeal and dignity.

If only they knew the truth.

"Either way we end up in the bedroom ourselves, didn't get very far mind before Herondale gets back and bursts in on us, turns out i was about to do his ex in his bed. Talk about awkward. He chases me, i'm running about that flat half naked for about ten whole minutes before i manage to escape." The presenter is buckled over , Nicos face is red with laughter.

He tries to calm himself down a little "Seriously though, the bruises, I'm sitting one night in my place here about a week back when the front door opens. He must've told security he was a friend of mine and so i've got her like 6 foot something ex in my livingroom."

"Jace?" The presenter who has managed to calm herself too now asks dabbing at the corner of her eyes. Nico nods brushing her off, he knows fine well what his name is.

"Yeah, him."

"Anyway so i ask him why he's there and he starts all this 'Stay away from Clary' pathetic bullshit. Basically just going off his head because she doesn't want him anymore. I'm finding it funny y'know, teasing him. That's why i'm like this." He smiles a little and everyone is utterly shocked.

"Jace Herondale burst into your house and assaulted you?" Nico realises for a second how serious the allegation is and visably backtracks "Oh no, we were fighting. Partly my fault but he was probably off his face on drugs. The person i really feel sorry for is Clarissa. God knows what he does to her." I turn the television off. Watching the screen go black till i'm staring at my own reflection.