It Starts With A Bra (COMPLETE)

Toby

Jace Point Of View
    I kept walking angrily. I'm so done with all of this shit. I just don't want to do this anymore! I don't want to see Clary with Ronald, I don't want to see Ronald with other girls while he's with Clary. I don't want to wait for him in the god dammed car! I groan in annoyance as I kick a trash can. I take a deep breath and run back home. I can't keep feeling like this.

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     I was putting things in my locker. I turn around only to see Clary kissing Ronald. What does she even see in him? I keep organizing things. Then I feel a tap in my shoulder. "Hey, Can you do me a favor? I'm going to be staying for the robotics lockdown...so uh, I also kinda told Clary we'd give her a ride home, so, can you give her a ride?" Ronald asks. I roll my eyes and slam the locker door. I start walking to class. "So is that a yes?" Ronald asks. I don't say anything as I walk into class. I sit down in science and wait for class to start. The bell rings, I have this class with Clary, and she isn't here. Ronald's probably shoving his tongue down her throat. "Ok Class, today we will be reviewing yesterday's topic for tomorrow's test," the door then opens showing Clary. She had her twenty pounds of make up covering her beautiful freckles. Fucking Ronald. She also had her autumn clothes. She had a black oversized sweater with ripped jeans and tennis shoes. She looked so irresistibly hot. Her sweater was a little tilted, showing a small scrap of her bra strap. I grin as I see the color. It's light pink, and it has a small V on the bra strap meaning it's her Victoria's secret bra.

She only has three of those, a pink one, a blue one, and a purple one. I can imagine what Clary would look like without her sweater. She would look so hot. Maybe she'd look better without the jeans too, and without the underwear or bra. I can feel my erection, trying to poke out of my pants. And she'd definitely look better on top of you, kissing you. Moaning your name.
    "Mr. Herondale!" I get snapped out of my sexual daydream at the teachers voice.
      "What?!" I ask.
       "Please tell me Mr. Herondale, what is so important that's going on in your mind that just takes away all of your attention from my teaching?" The teacher asks.
         "Uh.." i say. I look beside me to see Clary. She must've gotten a scolding from the teacher..and she was forced to sit next to me. "I'd rather not," I murmur as I look back at the teacher.
        "No, please, tell us, I'm sure what you have to say is much more important than the importance of the number of compounds in iron," the teacher says. "Please! Come up here and tell us what's so important." I sigh and stand up. Then I remember my erection.
       "I'd rather not," I squeak.
         "No, please, come up Here," when he says the word come it reminds me of something I saw a few weeks ago.
         "I don't know why I should go up there, I think everyone can hear perfectly from where I'm standing," i say with renewed confidence. "What i was thinking about is how much hypocrisy there is in the world," I say.
       "Oh really? Hypocrisy like how students get mad for giving them detention, which means wasting They're time when students waste teachers time by not listening to the lesson?" The teacher asks.
        "No, like the hypocrisy of the rule that's cN't have sex on school grounds," I say simply. People burst into laughs and giggles. "When, only a few weeks ago, I saw you and Mrs. smith get in her car and go at it in the school parking lot," i say. People burst out into laughs as the teacher goes red. "Aren't you married to Mrs. Jackson?" I ask.
      "That's enough mr.Herondale...take a seat," the teacher says. I grin and sit down. The teacher clears his throat and goes back to teaching. Meanwhile, my erection is gone, thinking about two teachers fucking in a car is really gross, especially since mr. Jackson is 78 and Mrs. Smith is 28. Gross.

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I was waiting in the car for Clary. Finally she goes inside the car. "You know, what you did in science was an asshole move," clary says.
"Well, he wanted to embarrass me, I just turned it around," I say simply. "Oh, and , look," I say pointing to the car in front Of me. It was rocking back and forth.
"Ugh, gross," Clary says. She goes to put on her seatbelt but then see's something. She then looks at me. "You're one to talk," Clary says as she grabs a Lacey thong from her side of the car. "This is disgusting," she says as she throws it to the backseat. She then grabs hand sanitizer and sanitizes her hands. Anger pumps through me again. I haven't had sex since we moved to Brooklyn...meaning that Ronald had sex in the car. Meaning he cheated on Clary.
"Yeah...sorry," i growl. I then start driving towards Clary's house. I park and get out of the car. Clary also gets out of the car.
"Thanks for the ride," Clary says.
"No problem," i say as I walk with Clary towards her house. A guy that was an inch shorter than me, was standing in Clary's porch. He had short black hair. When clary notices him she tenses up.
"Toby?!" She asks.
"Clary," Toby says as he jumps down from the porch. He hugs Clary tightly. "Oh, god I missed you," he says. My heart drops. Is this her ex? He looks so much better than me. I swallow hard. I haven't been insecure in a long time. But this time it definitely hits me.
"Get your hands off me!" Clary yells. She pulls away from Toby. "You're such a fucking asshole!" She yells as she shoved Toby. "How dare you fucking hug me! You fucking son of a bitch! I hate you so fucking much! You should be dead!" Clary yells as she starts crying. "You should be dead instead of her you son of a FUCKING BITCH!" She yells. I grab Clary and pull her away from rob.
"Hey, Hey, Hey, It's ok," i say as I caress her head "who is he?" I ask Clary.
"He's the guy who killed my twin sister," she says.