A clock ticked by in time with her heartbeat. A pencil tapped every few seconds. Her teacher droned on about quantum theory, despite the fact that they learned it in eighth grade.
Clary counted the seconds until class would be over. Her next class was her favorite. It was with her best friend, Izzy.
Today was just longer than usual as Clary antipated the masquerade ball tonight. The ball was meant to prepare them for other prestigious events with important people, but Clary mostly enjoyed the hidden vodka and the secret parties afterwards.
That's the thing about teaching children how to be the world's best deceivers, they start to lie to you as well. Don't burn the hand that feeds you they might say, but if you feed someone toxic waste don't expect for he/she to stay sane.
A buzzer filled the classroom and all students rose in unison. As they were trained to do. Clary trudged behind the girl in front of her and kept her head up as she walked down two halls to her classroom.
This class was martial arts. Izzy was already wrapping her hands preparing for a fight. They always sparred. Every once in a while the teacher would require them to do a new exercise.
Today was one of those days.
Mr. W (they were only given the first initial of all of their teachers), made them stand in a line. "In honor of tonight's ball, we will practice as if you were dancing with your opponent first. You must choose a person of the opposite sex."
Clary swaggered over to Magnus, a decent friend of hers. The students got in position for a waltz, and Clary's hand lined up with Magnus's. The dance began, gorgeoud humans moving with precision and grace. Clary was the first to strike. She went straight for the throat.
Magnus seized, searching for air but quickly recovered and attacked.
This too was a dance, of grace and precision. of chaos. Clary thrived on it. The amount of adrenaline that flowed through her made everything slow, anchored her.
She supposed that was why the class was her favorite.
a few months ago
Seduction and Utility, was Clary's least favorite class. Not because she didn't like seduction, but because most of the students were the opposite of it. They were awkward, virgins. Including Clary unfortunately.
It was the only class she struggled with.
The teacher had gotten frustrated with this clearly by the fourth day of class. "Have none of you had sex?! Jesus last years class had no virgins what is wrong with you all?" Teachers had no filter, or care for their feelings.
Clary wasn't exactly hurt by it though.
"Your first homework assignment is lose your virginity jesus. I can't work with any of you if you aren't aware of what exactly your bodies can do."
This, now this, was a problem. Clary felt her entire body seize up in panic at her words, and the teacher noticed this. "Clarissa. You're usually such a great student. Why do you look like you're going to puke?"
Clary cleared her throat. "Because ma'am, I don't know how I'm going to complete this assignment."
The teacher stepped forward. "Are you an idiot? Do you not know how sex works you fool?" Clary shook her head in panic.
"No no I know how it works."
The teacher's head raised. "You are a strong pupil, so I'll do you a favor and call in last year's best to help you complete the assignment." Clary's throat closed but she said nothing. The teacher dismissed the class but called Clary behind.
"You'll meet here at 9, I'll give you written permission to be out of your room." She only said before dismissing her.