New story time! This is based of of something that happened in the first few episodes of Veronica Mars, season 2. Only the bus part, the rest is all mine. :)~Mermaid12108
I retreated into the passenger door as much as I could, wanting to be as far away from him as possible. Of course, the bus left me, of course he was there buying a coke. Of course.
"No!" I shouted at the retreating yellow mass of engine. "Wow. Even the bus leave you? You must really have some problems, carrot top."
I whipped around, glaring. "What the hell do you want, Lightwood?"
"I want to laugh at you. I also want a million dollars, but only one of those is going to happen." He laughed so hard, his face started to turn pink. "Okay—Okay I'm good. Let's go."
"What?"
"Don't you kind of need a ride?"
"But—" I looked around the empty lot, blubbering like a fish out of water. After finding any other options, I groaned. "Fine."
I followed him to his car, waiting for him to unlock the vintage black mustang. When he did, I opened the passenger door and slid in, surprised at how much it was like Jon's. It wasn't much of a surprise, really. They had been best friends, but then my older brother left for NYU. It was how Jace and I had met. We'd dated for a year, and then…well, that was better left in the past. Anyways, we hated each other. He never had known why I suddenly had taken on a hatred for him. Better he not, though. After a while, he had started hating me back. Now, I got called Carrot Top at least once a day, and I shuddered at the mere thought of a Wet Willie because of him.
The roads of St. Augustine Florida stretched on, a blur of gray with yellow lines. Something caught my attention randomly; bunch of kids—probably the ones who'd rented a limo rather than go on the bus that, and I quote, "Smelled like a birds ass".
"Hey, Jace do you see that?" I sat up all the way, leaning forward and bracing my hands on the dashboard.
"What, your ugly face? Yes, I do, and I wish I didn't."
"Could you be serious for one second?" His smug demeanor faltered. "Look!" He turned his head in the direction I was pointing.
"What the hell?" He said, brows furrowed as he pulled over to the side of the road where the cluster of classmates were. I got out as soon as the car stopped, running over to Maia and Isabelle, some of the people I knew. "What happened?"
"The bus—it just went over the edge! We didn't even—" I didn't even listen to the rest of her sentence. I ran to were all the smoke and the gash in the railing was. I peered over, and then jerked back, my hands over my mouth and my head shaking back and forth quickly. I stumbled back, repeating my mantra of "No" over and over again. I heard a honk right before someone jerked my out of the way by my arm. "Clary, are you trying to get yourself killed? What happened?" I didn't care about keeping my distance, I leaned against Jace's chest, letting the stinging warning in my eyes over flow. "They're all gone." I sobbed. "All of them—the bus drove over the edge." Jace was tense and frozen, but after a moment he put his arms around me. Simon, my best friend, Sebastian, his best friend ever since Jonathan left for collage, and many other classmate were on the bu. Now they were all gone. I wondered if any of them prayed to the god they believed in. Obviously, their prayers hadn't been answered. The police came, and I did my best of telling them my statement through the tears. Ambulances came, and then a helicopter, searching for survivors with a harness that they lowered a scuba diver down there in. They only pulled one body out: Sebastian Verlac. The ambulances rushed off, sirens wailing. I had long since detached myself from Jace with a mumbled "Sorry", and now I stood, looking over the edge at the place where one of the most important people in my life had died. I didn't know what to do. When Jon had gone off to study in the medical field, I had started living with the Lewis'. My parents had died when I was 15. My brother had raised me until he left to continue his education. No I had no where to go—no home. I couldn't stay there without Simon—not that his family minded me, it just felt…wrong. I scrolled though a list of cheap hotels, not finding any I could afford. Under my, the ground was hard, but I really couldn't summon up the urge to care. "Hey, leprechaun face." I ignored him, and kept scrolling. "Why are you looking for hotels?"
I sniffed and wiped at my eyes. "Piss off." Before I knew it, he was crouched in front of me, concern laced all over his features. "Clary."
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I fired back, shaking. This was to much; sorrow, anger, despair—I couldn't handle it. He continued to stare at me in confusion. Then understanding dawned. "You were living with him, weren't you?"
"What do you care? You'd rather I be down there, and we both know it." His mouth hardened, and then he walked away. His sister replaced him a few seconds later. "Hey Clary."
"Let me guess: Jace sent you?"
"Partly. And, I cae of my ow accord. Partly."
"And?"
"You know, if you need a place to stay, you can stay with us?"
"Thanks for the offer, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline."
"Come on, Clary. I've known you forever. It's not a big deal. Please just consider it—you can stay in my room."
Did I really have much of a choice?
"Only if I got to room with you. Thanks, Izzy."
"No problem, girl. Now c'mon." She stood up. I accepted her outstretched hand and let her pull me up.
