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"Jonathon! Hurry and get up, we have exactly 20 minutes to get to school before we're late!" I yell to my brother as I'm slipping on my converse while trying to simultaneously stand up.
When I hear the shower coming on less than 30 seconds later, I roll my eyes and try to suppress the groan I have, while I run downstairs to make some coffee.
Somewhere between after my coffee is done brewing and when I'm filling up my second cup, I start pulling out some bread slices to make toast because Jonathans obviously going to take a while. When I'm applying the right amount of butter and jelly to my toast, I hear footsteps behind me. I was so caught up, making sure it turned the exact color of golden I wanted, that I must have missed the shower water stop. I don't turn around, not ready to have to look at my idiotic brothers face this early in the morning, but I do start to rant because I'm irritated and he decided to take a shower, knowing we would be late.
"Why can't you take showers at night? That way we wouldn't always be late, and you could have more time to get ready." I say then pause as a light smirk grows on my face.
"Because everyone knows you need the extra time, trying to perfect every detail of your outfit, to balance out the ugliness of your face."
"Oh Clary, I could be completely nude, and still look better than you."
I turn around and narrow my eyes glaring at him.
"I could be wearing a empty chip bag as gloves walking around with a plastic bag over my body and have rocks as shoes, and still not have to try to have girls swoon to me."
I'm still glaring at this ridiculous blonde, when my actual brother starts coming down the stairs.
"What's Herondale doing here?" I snap at my brother Jonathan.
"He spent the night, after we stayed up late working on a project."
I roll my eyes knowing he's lying, they probably stayed up late playing video games, no doubt getting their butts kicked.
"Whatever, let's go." I say as I finish up jellying up my toast.
"Alright, I'm going to go and grab my backpack from my room." Jonathan replies
"Grab mine too I forgot it up there." says Jace
"Mine too." I say.
Jonathan nods and starts to run up the stairs while I begin to put the butter and jelly away.
"Oh and don't thing I don't know the real reason why you want me to take showers at night." says Jace.
I turn around confused at what he's talking about. He just pauses then smirks.
"So you can try to join me, and we can make the shower even more hot and steamy. Not to mention the water would drown out the sounds of your screams." He says finishing it off with a smirk and a wink.
"Whatever." I say then pause
"You know I thought you were Jonathan." I say while I start to blush.
"You may have thought that then, but now you can't get the thought of me naked out of your head."
I just stand there, stupidly looking at him, with my face getting redder and redder, and him just looking at me until Jonathon comes down the stairs and asks if we're ready.
Once we're all settled in the car we begin the 10 minute drive to the school, only for Jonathan to begin making turns and slowing down in a plaza full of surrounding shops.
"Why are we stopping? We might be able to make it on time if you drive straight to the school."
"Well dear Clary, we could always go for some coffee, don't you think?" Jace asks,
Ahh, coffee is good at anytime in ever, and I guess a few quick seconds wont really matter, as long as I run to my first hour I should be fine. Who cares I already had a cup this morning?
"Okay, but quickly, know what you're gonna order before we're up there." I add as an afterthought. When it came to these two they'd wait for days at a time deciding what temperature of ice would make their drink taste the best.
Walking into the familiar smell of roast beans mixed with teenagers and old people, I immediately feel more relaxed, who's to care if we're late to school by a few minutes?
I order my drink soon after waiting behind a 50 year old lady, and wait for my drink as the boys order theirs. Soon enough we're back in the car and on our way to the school.
Before we get very far, I realize Jace has two cups in his hands. One hand seems to be holding a steamy mug of Joe like myself, but the other hand, his right hand seems to be holding…an iced Frappuccino?
"Ooh, this girl who's pants you're trying to get into must be playing extra hard to get, if you're actually buying her stuff." I say with a smirk towards him.
Confused his looks back, but with a quick look to his drinks he gets the gist, and a small smirk takes over his features.
"Ahh, yes this would be for a lady friend of mine, but not in the way you're associating her with, I do have friends who are girls, whose pants I would never touch you know. Maybe I'm after something else." He says with a sip to his drink.
"Your sister Isabelles don't count, and besides she likes Carmel Frappuccino's not all that chocolately crap. So stop playing coy and tell me who it is." What else could he want I think.
With a look to Jonathan and a smirk gave to me by the front mirror Jace says, "You'll find out soon enough."
With that I sip my coffee and enjoy the ride to school.
Finally arriving at the school involved ignoring the smells from Jonathan's car, old lady taking what felt like 35 minutes to cross the street, and Jace making innuendos about screwing everything with long legs in sight. When I finally see the school it's nearly the best few moments of my life
As soon as humanly possible I hop out of the car and race to my class hoping for my sake I can actually make it in the few seconds before the bell rings.
Just as I'm about to reach the door. The bell goes off, I stumble into the classroom- a few seconds won't hurt anybody right?
"Ah Miss Fray how nice of you to make it this lovely morning." I hear.
Looking up I see my English teacher looking at me with a disdainful look.
"Good morning to you too, Madame Dorothea , I was just saying to my brother that it was a beautiful day out." I quickly say, thinking sucking up will get me out of this situation.
"Is that so Miss Fray."
"Oh yes the birds are chirping and the sun rose another day, couldn't get any better than that right ma'am?" I say.
"Oh maybe if you showed up to class on time, it'd be a little better Miss Fray."
"Yes, of course Miss. I just my brother was running late and I told him not to stop at the coffee shop but he and-
"You told him not to stop at the coffee shop did you?" Says a very familiar voice behind me. I turn around quickly. This is the second time today he's surprised me from behind.
"Yes, Jace, I did." I say through gritted teeth.
"Now what are you doing here." I hiss getting closer to him.
"That Miss Fray, is our new teachers assistant as well as tutor, treat him kindly and with respect, seeing as he did pass his class with a 105%." Dorothea croons, looking at Jace with high regards. The boy in turn just gives her a smile while walking closer, giving her a hug a kiss on the cheek, and the Frappuccino!
"Oh yes, Madame you know how much I loved this class, you made it so amazing and taught it so well, I couldn't help but come back." Jace croons back at her, giving her his best eyelash flutter.
After the two stare into each others eyes for like 30 years Madame Dorothea announces Jace to the class, as I just stare in shock at the situation I hand… how could Jace be a teachers assistant, let alone a tutor?
"Clary, dear go sit down would you? And close your mouths, you wouldn't want to catch any flies would you?"
I head to the back of the class and wonder what could be possibly be going on.
Dorothea eventually has Jace passing out our essays about Pride and Prejudice and when he got to me, I stopped him.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed.
"Giving you back your," a look down at the paper, "horrendous copy of an essay." He replies with a smirk.
"Why are you in this class, you hate English."
"I don't hate it, it's just not my favorite, and besides its an easy A and a extra class for graduation. All I have to do is help you guys with the same work I did last year."
"How did they let you in, we're at least 5 weeks into the year. Even if you are just tutoring, its still considered a class." I whisper ask, with my eyes occasionally glancing toward Dorathea.
With a smirk he says, "Lets just say Frappuccino's aren't the only thing I give out Fray. Sometimes sucking up involves just that, sucking."
"Gross!"
"Miss Fray and Jace is here a problem back there?"
"Not at all Dorothea, just helping Clary at how she can improve her essay and writing skills, maybe even a quick lesson grammar since I'm here." Jace says while looking at my paper, pretending to actually care what he's reading while pursing his lips.
"Yes, that would probably be a good idea Jace." She says with a pointed look at me and a glance at Jace, as she turns back to what she's teaching on the board.
"Well looks like we're gonna have to get those writing skills up eh?" Jace asks.
"This is gonna suck." I say.
"Going to suck, Fray." Jace corrects.
"Oh shut up Herondale, you just said gonna 30 seconds ago." I retort.
"Yes but as the teacher, I can do what I wish."
"Ugghh", I say while putting my head on my desk.
"Fray you do know prejudice is spelled P-R-E-J-U-D-I-C-E right? And that the authors is a female who is Jane Austen correct?" Jace asks.
"What? Yes of course." I say while pulling my head up.
"Well you spelled prejudice wrong at least a good fifteen times, and at several points you referred to her, in the male tense. I'm not one to judge, and gender roles can be quite annoying but I don't think Madame Dorathea is on the same page as we are."
"Okay Jace I get it, I'll actually read the damn book."
"You haven't read it yet."
"No I'll start tonight."
"Okay, I'll be there to make sure you actually do it." And with that he smirks his classic smirk and I look down with my head in my arms with a groan, thinking about the upcoming day.
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