*clary pov*
Jace took me to Central Park every Saturday after that. And soon we had been going for a month. It was just so casual and fun sitting and laughing under that big tree. It always left me in a good mood.
When I came home from Central Park one day , my mom was drawing. I got my drawing talent from her. I knew I should tell her about Jace. I also knew she would flip shit if she knew. But she deserved to know.
"Mom. I need to talk to you about something."
She turned away from her painting
"Well what is it?"
"Why can't I go to the institute?"
She sighed at me.
"Clary you-
Something inside me just snapped.
"No mom, don't even explain. I'm going. I don't care how bad valentine was. I don't care your ashamed. I'm going. And your not stopping me."
"Fine. We can pack and move there in the week."
"We? When did I become a We?"
" When I called the institute. I saw you with the Herondale Clary. You didn't think you could hide it could you?"
"You. You know about Jace?"
"Obviously Clary. Now go pack. Maryse is expecting us."
YOU ARE READING
Clace in a different way
Novela JuvenilHow 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)
