*clary pov*
My mom had raised me in idris until I was 9. But my father had gone very corrupt. He hated the idea of any downworlder. He wanted to ruin the relationships they had with the clave. My mom soon realized what was happening and killed him in his sleep. We ran that night. We packed everything we had, steles, seraph blades, daggers, clothes everything. And we called a favor of our dear friend Magnus Bane. He made a portal for us and shipped us off to New York City. We lived in a little appartment. Very different from the Fairchild and Morgenstern manor I was used to. It was fairly close to the institute but I wasn't to go there. I had seen the kids who do live there. They look my age. There's 3, 2 boys and a girl. I see them when I hunt with my mom. We have to hide. But I met one of the boys. The Georgeous one. He came up to me at the coffee shop. I was headed there now. I hope he comes again. I had tried drawing him last night, but nothing looked right. I arrived at the coffee and noticed someone in my usual spot. My heart skipped a couple of beats. It was my Georgeous shadow hunter. I sat down across from him. He looked up. He held his hand out
"Jace Herondale" I shook his hand. I couldn't help but touch it
"Clary Morgenstern/Fairchild" we kept shaking. His hand felt so good in mine. "Can I draw you?" I blurted before I could stop myself. I blushed.
"Looking for a nude model?"
"No." I answered quickly.
"If you wanted me to take my clothes off you should have just asked. You may draw me. But may I suggest a better location? Central Park?" I ignored the first comment but could only focus on one thing. His dead sexy voice."I live central park. Let's go" he held his hand out for me. I hesitated but he started to draw back so I quickly grabbed it. I thought he looked..pleased?
*jace pov*
I don't remember the last time I had ever felt please about someone holding my hand. Maybe I never had felt pleased. Until now. She took it. Clary took my hand. And she was gonna draw me in Central Park. She isn't like any girl I have ever met. Normal girls do not make me fall for them. Normal girls do not, not ask for my number. Normal girls are not at pretty as Clary. As we approached Central Park. I decided to glamour both of us. In case the annoying humans decided to barge in on my date. Was it a date? I didn't care, it felt like a date.
We decided to sit under the big oak tree. I offered to take her into the glamoured shadow hunter area, but she declined. I leaned up against the tree and closed my eyes. I heard her take out her sketch pad. Then the pencil going across the page. After about 10 minutes I felt a tapping on my shoulder.
"Err. Umm. Would you mind opening your eyes. You have pretty eyes."
I opened my eyes and saw her with her hands in her face. I could see the faint blush in her cheeks.
"Sorry. That just blurted out."
" No, it's ok. Many women have asked for the pleasure of seeing my beautiful eyes."
"I'm sure they have" she rolled her eyes.
We had been at the park for about an hour when she had finally finished. I have to admit. She was an awesome artist. I felt a odd urge to drag her to the institute and play piano for her. But I did not. I stood up. And offered my hand to help her up.
"I should probably go. Alec is gonna kill me."
"Is Alec the boy with the black hair?" She asked
"You've seen him? But yea that's him."
"You see my runes. You know I'm a shadow hunter. I go hunting with my mom. Jocelyn. She doesn't allow me to go to the institute"
"Why not. Is she worried a gorgeous boy like me with seduce you?"
She blushed and laughed.
"Probably." But I should probably go. Considering I think that is Alec and the other girl right that" she pointed.
"Shit!" I ducked behind a tree and dragged her with me
"Can I see that drawing quickly?"
She handed it to me silently.
"And a pencil?" She handed one over. Watching Alec and the girl getting closer.
Without thinking I drew my number under my picture and handed it back to her
"I shall see you again my lady" I said. And kissed her hand.
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Clace in a different way
Teen FictionHow would clary and jace meet without the shadow works binding them. What if they both knew? The story of clace, falling inlove. (I promise I won't break them up or make them fight)