Destined

Chapter 15: Memory Lane & Phone Calls

My dear little broccoli.💚💚💚

~Just remember that this is a cute story, with just a tiny bit of drama to keep it interesting. There is no big plot or anything, like in my other stories. Just something light to read, without thinking much, haha

Love, Mina💚💚💚

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Chapter 15: Memory Lane & Phone Calls (1,7K)

💚 So, finally, I am updating. Be ready for many many updates.

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"That's just ridiculous!" Clary said with a small laugh as Jace put his king down. And in a swift move, Clary smacked the cards, a victorious grin on her face, taking all the cards in her hands.

"What's ridiculous is that I can't seem to beat you down at this damn game!" Jace retorted, annoyed to not have been able to win a single game of Egyptian Ratscrew.

"I'm unbeatable. Jon's been trying for years to beat me down and he's been crying for years." Clary said in a singsong before she bounced back on what she thought was really ridiculous: "But seriously, I don't believe that you've been on a girl's pageant."

"I did. With a dress and all. And the worst part is that I won!"

Clary looked at Jace, waiting for him to say 'April's Fool' or something. But when his face stayed as serious and stoic as possible, she burst in laughter. She was picturing a mini Jace in a fluffy pink dress with a little crown on his blond head. It was plainly hilarious. As she was laughing her ass off, she received a cushion on her face, but that did not stop her laugh.

"Come on! I was five! It was my Mom's idea! You're supposed to show compassion and not laugh your ass off!" Jace complained while Clary was still snickering in her corner.

"Why? It's funny. It's even hilarious!"

"Really? Well, let me laugh about your mortifying childhood memory, then."

"I don't have one. My childhood was golden," Clary proudly declared as she was mixing the cards once again. Jace quirked an eyebrow at her, and she innocently smiled as she explained: "Really. I was the golden child. Well, not literally of course, but ... I don't have any bad or embarrassing memory about my childhood. About my teen years, that's a different story."

"Well, I'll take that."

Clary thought about it for a second before smiling at her memory and showing Jace a scar on the side of her middle finger. "See this scar. I ended up at the hospital because of it. Five freaking stitches without anaesthesia!"

"That's not an embarrassing story. That's a war story." Jace pointed out, and Clary shook her head and explained further:

"It's embarrassing when you know that I cut myself with a French fry and ended up at the hospital because of it."

Jace waited a moment, looking back at the scar and then he bit his lips to contain himself.

"How can you cut yourself with French fries?!"

"It was overcooked! It's all Jon's fault, he should have been there and not harass some moron who wanted to date me." Clary said matter-of-factly as she was distributing the cards again. Jace took his pile as the information about Jon sank in and he stated what he had figured out about Jon: