Hey, Guys, I'm back and I'm on break from school I know it's exciting. I was in California a couple of days ago and the weather was amazing I really recommend going on vacation there. And if you live there I am jealous of you. Okay enough about me, So this story was going to be a One-Shot, but then I was like I should let them decide. So If you like it then I will continue it, but if you don't then I'll leave it as is. But if you guys do want One-Shots I was thinking of doing a series of song based ones. So you guys can judge me based on the music I like. Well, I hope you enjoy.
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Cassandra Claire owns TMI and pretty much everything.
Hi. My name is Clarissa Morgenstern and I hate Love.
Okay, that was a strong start to my story but its true. Whenever I see a couple in the hallways pressed up against the lockers, eating each others faces, I want to puke. Honestly, I can't say that I hate Love because I don't believe in it. I mean I believe in lust and infatuation but the whole idea of love is a marketing scheme for movies and tv shows. IT'S NOT REAL. Sorry to burst your bubble. I walk around seeing other people do crazy stuff for someone they think they love whos just going to stab them in the back and honestly I could never do that. I am a more rational person who makes decisions based on facts and logic. This doesn't mean I don't love my mom, dad or brother, (well I don't know about my brother) it just means that I don't think that love on Tv shows could ever be reciprocated in real life. Now if you believe in the mystical idea of love then you've had a perfect child and you currently have the "BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD," add dramatic music and confetti.
"CLARY, get your ass down here, YOU'RE NOT MAKING ME LATE", Jon yells from the bottom of the stairs.
"Ya ya ya I'm coming, give me a sec would ya"
Hugh that's my brother Jonathan or Chris should I say. He's changed his name more times than I have changed my outfits this week. Speaking of outfits it took him about an hour to find the right one. While it took me about 30 mins total to get ready including eating breakfast. By breakfast, I mean the box of cinnamon toasted crunch that I left in my room two nights ago. But my outfit is pintrest approved, I'm currently wearing dark wash ripped jeans a white thrasher tee and an oversized brown flannel. That isn't mine. "Chris" on the other hand is wearing an Adidas blue crew neck sweatshirt, light wash jeans, and Adidas sneakers. And you know since my brother is a fuck boy he has to have his white snap back. Oh god, how are we related?
I quickly stand up sending my chair backward, ran to the door and grabbed my board on the way out. Then I sprinted downstairs trying not to trip over my untied yellow vans, "Bye mom, see ya Dad," I yell not really expecting a response at least not from my dad who is sitting in the dining room. My mom just yells a see ya, sweety, right before I slam the door shut. Rushing I finally reach my brother's car that was parked in our driveway, of course, he is already sitting in it with his perfectly done hair. I reach for the handle and pull, but nothing happens.
"You know when someone pulls on the door handle of a car, it usually opens," I yell in frustration. My brother just threw his head back and laughs at me. "Chris" rolls down the window just enough so I could hear him clearly but not enough so I could thrust my arm in the car and strangle him. I was really considering just forcing my arm through the crack and wrapping my... okay I need to stop. If I continue I might actually go to jail.
"Yeah, so I gotta pick up Savanah which means that you have to sit in the back."
I let out a sound of frustration, "I can't wait till I fix up my 1957 Chevrolet Corvette Roadster"
I reluctantly got in the back of my brothers Audi R8.
"No boards in the backseat."
I am really considering strangling him. I get out of the car and throw my board in the trunk. I return to my seat in the back.
Once I'm in the car I reach down to tie my shoes right as my brother zooms off. Sending me straight into the passenger's seat, "god damn it," I cry out in pain.
"Language"
"You know what Jon, I'm so done …."
"Hey, can you shut up for a second, I have to call Savanah to tell her that we're on our way."
"Chris" speeds off, I'm pretty sure he is way over the speed limit but I'm used to it.
I slump back into my seat and sulk knowing once Savanah gets in the car I'm going to be scarred for life. A couple of minutes pass and we are pulling into Sav's driveway.
Savannah walks out of her house, huh more like mansion wearing a Calvin Klein crop top, urban outfitters denim cut off shorts, blue flannel, and of course, that stupid white beenie my brother gave her. It's supposed to represent his hair or something I don't fricken know they're disgusting.
She hops in the car were I should be sitting but you know the love birds like to jack up the seating arrangements.
Deep breaths Clary
Deep breaths
And now there kissing oh my god I'm going to puke.
1957 Chevrolet Corvette Roadster, that's my happy place.
BuZzzz BUZzzz
Oh, thank God for great timed phone calls.
I hear my brother groan in annoyance and answer the phone with a gruff "Hey".
I couldn't make out what the other person was saying but my brother responds, "Yeah, Yeah alright I'll come and pick you up, do I have to get Georgia too."
Georgia why would he have to... Oh God, No... He's talking to...
A muffled voice.
"Oh sorry man, that's fucked up,"
So he gets to swear and I don't, this is totalitarianism.
Finally, Jon, I mean "Chris" hangs up the phone and sadly turns in his seat to look at me.
"So um, were picking up Jace, just letting you know"
"Oh, Clary I didn't even see you, oh my god how are you," Savannah attempts to start a conversation. While my brother turns back around and continues to drive down her street.
Yeah because you were to busy sucking my brothers face off, "I'm fantastic," I deadpan with the fakest smile ever.
"That's great, you should come and surf with us."
"Ha ha ha I don't know how to surf I mainly just skate," I scratch my hairline in an attempt to make my body language less awkward, it doesn't help. At. All.
"Oh," and with that, she turned and started talking about something random with my brother.
In an attempt to block them out I shove air pods in my ears and tune them out with Crush Culture by Conan Gray.
10 min Later
I'm jamming out to Ivy by Frank Ocean in the back seat when we suddenly stop and I am going face forward into Savannah's seat. For the second time. WHY DON"T THESE GOD DAMNED SEAT BELTS DO THERE JOBS! And to make things better a laughing Jace Herondale opens the car door next to me. His laughter boomed through the car.
"Okay you can shut up," I say while I push him.
"Hey shorty, hope that hit to the head wasn't too bad," Jace managed to say in between laughs.
"Oh thank you, really appreciate the sentiment, like you even care."
"Of course I do," he leans in closer and whispers just so I can hear, "I always care." And then he winks and bites his lip. Oh, fuck you Jace Herondale, why does he make me feel all types of things. In response, I give him a glare that could kill.
And if life couldn't get any worse he says, "Oh and I like the flannel," my eyes grow twice there size. My face is flushed with anger. Wait, no rage.
"Wait, Clary where did you get that flannel it's not one of mine, and it's obviously not yours," My brother questions.
"I..I...It's Simons, yup, he let me borrow it when I was cold... and I never returned it," I blurt out hoping he buys it.
"Chris" just nods and goes back to talking to Savanna.
I give Jace a glare saying why the hell did you say that, and not waiting for him to return one of his own I turn my gaze to the window.
After a couple of minutes of just staring out the window, I turn to look at Jace again noticing that he was looking out the window as well.
I want to look away but he doesn't notice so I continue to stare. Jace is absolutely gorgeous, to say the least. He has golden blonde hair that flopped perfectly on his head, and if you look closely he had soft highlights to his curly locks. His gold eyes sparkled 24/7 and there framed by the longest lashes I have ever seen. His features could only be described as perfect.
He was wearing a white sweatshirt with a black leather jacket and black jeans. He usually wore a combination similar to this when the weather is colder.
His hand on my thigh brings me back to reality and he was staring back at me with just as much as intensity I was at him.
Jace is the reason why I hate to love.
Finally after the longest car ride of my life, consisting of me trying to avoid Jace and trying not to puke every time J.. "Chris" and Savannah kiss. Once "Chris puts the car in park I open the door and make a B-line for the front doors of Idris High. As I rush my way up the steps I get a couple of "heys" and "what's ups". I'm actually pretty popular, it comes with being my brother's sister, Morgenstern is a well-known name here. The Morgenstern men are the QBs, captain of the football team kind of guys. My brother actually is the quarterback and co-captain of the football team. And um Jace is the cornerback and the other captain of the football team. So the Herondales and the Morgenstern men are the legends of the school. While a little old me is known for being the sister of the great Jonathan (now Chris) Morgenstern.
Once I'm through the front doors I sprint to my locker to drop my books off. My locker is filled with pictures of me and my friends mainly us skateboarding and a couple of drawings. I look at my wrist to see the time and we still have 20 mins till class starts. What the hell am I going to do for 20 mins? I head down the hallway trying to find my friends so they can entertain me for the next 20 mins. And when I'm just about to pass the janitors closet I get yanked by my arm. Flinging my small body into the closet. I am faced with a wall, wait no not a wall its Jace.
So I hope you liked my maybe new story, I don't really know if I'm going to continue it so if you guys like it I definitely will but if not then It may just be a One-Shot.
But I have a surprise here is a sneak peek of chapter 4 of Broken Memories.
Claudia's POV
My hair cut through the icy air like a whip, it felt amazing. I had just taken the puck away from number 5 on the other team. My legs pump, causing my skates to cut through the ice. Propelling forward I was dangerously close to the boards and even though it's not allowed yet I know one of them might check me into the boards. Honestly, I'm used to it, but I know dad will go off it happens. A defender skates towards me and then starts skating backward trying to through me off. I quickly fake them out and then it's just me and the goalie. I can't hear or see anything but the net and the goalie. I skate along the side of the board's, puck in front of me. I swiftly change direction, now coming at the net from the left. I skate past the net and backhand the puck into the goal scoring us the tie-breaking point. A loud buzz rang through the building and an uproar of cheers followed. My teammates all came at me, nocking me down laughing with the biggest smiles on everyone's face. We sat there in a dog pile for a couple of seconds as our song played through the rink. My teammates peeled away and got up while high-fiving and fist bumping me as we form a line in front of the other team to say good game. I took off my glove and high-fived the other team saying good game over and over until suddenly I felt two gloved hands shove me and I was falling backward. I caught myself before I could fall. But the same boy skated up to me puffing his chest, "You don't deserve to be here, you should go back home play with other girls."
"Maybe you should grow a pair, and learn how to not suck at hockey." I probably shouldn't have said that because the next thing I know a fist is knocking into my helmet and it knocked me backward again. I spring up from the ice and tackle the boy my team right behind me. I pull my arm back and thrust my fist straight at his helmet. I hit him so hard his helmet was knocked off. Two arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me from the asshole from the other team. I kick back, and lunge forward not wanting to give up this fight but when I look my eyes lock with my moms. Her face was full of a mixture of emotions. Part shock, pride, fear, and anger, I stopped my protest and relaxed into the set of arms pulling me back. I decided to find out who is dragging me and it is a man with golden hair and eyes. It wasn't a man it was an angel. Am I in Heaven.
There you go I hope you liked it, chapter 4 of Broken Memories is coming very soon. please review or not can't tell you what to do.
