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"I love you too, Dad." I smiled up at him, as he pulled me into another hug.
"If you want anything, and I mean anything, call me, okay darlin'?" he asked me. I nodded against his chest. My Dad was a tall, bulky man with a Texas accent, even if he'd been living in New York since Mom and him broke up, when I was two and Jonothan was 3. It was comforting to know some things hadn't changed, even if we'd moved.
"Yes Dad." I answered. He squeezed me tighter, before letting me go.
"Come back to see me anytime you want, kiddo." he made me promise, and he hugged me again before we said goodbye and I boarded my plane back home to Idris in California. I sat down in my seat in first class and pulled out my iPod. Just before I put the earphones in my ears, someone turned slightly in their seat.
"Hey babe." The guy smirked at me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as he shamelessly looked me over. I knew I was hot now, I mean, my new friend, Magnus Bane, insisted on telling me whenever he saw me. We had first met each other in a Victoria's Secret shop, where I'd been getting fitted for underwear; turns out I was a C cup. But back to my hotness. I was about 5'2" with my long fiery red hair that used to be in a plain cut to my shoulders, but since I'd been growing it out since summer started it was now to my elbows, with lots of layers and side bangs. My wide green eyes were now framed nicely by mascara and eyeliner with cute little wings at the outer corners. Despite being a competitive athlete and a ballet dancer, I was very curvy. My stomach was flat and since I was so short I could get away with sky scraper heels. Right now I was wearing a black blazer with blue trim, a black top, silver leather pants, a pair of black heels and a blue handbag. My long hair was tied up in a messy bun with a blue flower clip clipping back my fringe.
"Not interested." I informed him. That was another thing I'd picked up from Magnus; how to handle myself with guys. I already knew how to handle myself around girls, that was easy. A few insults about being a slut, a dash of sarcasm, throw in the occasional threat and poof, instantaneous bitch. I turned back around in my seat and popped my earphones in and fell asleep, listening to, ironically enough 'I'm Coming Home' by Ditty Dirty Money ft. Skylar Grey.
I'm coming home,
I'm coming home,
Tell the world,
I'm coming home,
Let the rain wash away,
All the pain of yesterday…
I spotted my Mom and Luke standing there when I got off the plane, but they either didn't recognize me or they hadn't seen me. I reckoned it would be the former one. I walked confidently over to them, my heels clacking on the asphalt.
"Hey Mom, Luke." I grinned at both of them. They stared at me, flabbergast, god I love that word, and I hugged Mom and kissed Luke's cheek.
"Clary?" Mom asked, uncertain, as if I'd picked the wrong couple.
"Yep. So, shall we go?" I asked them. They nodded, still unsure. I grinned again. Luke took my bags and they lead me to the car and we got in, to begin the short drive home.
"So when does school start up again?" I asked, staring out the window.
"Tomorrow. Jonothan will drive you. He normally drives but sometimes Jace or Alec Lightwood drives." Mom told me. I rolled my eyes.
"I haven't been gone long enough to forget who Jace and Alec are Mom." I laughed. She didn't reply.
The car pulled into the drive and I got out carefully as to not break my heels. I pulled my duffle bag out with me and walked to the back of the car. Luke waved me away saying he had them, so I walked into the house I'd been missing all summer and wandered around peeking into rooms till I got to my room. Luke had obviously gotten there before I had as my bags were placed on my new bed. I looked around the room, smiling as I realized how well my Mom had interpreted my drawing. There was a low down double bed with a white throw over and lots of multicolored pillows. There was a black dressing table with a larger mirror on the wall just above it, and there was a high up shelf-like desk with a high stool and shelves just above that. A black wood chest sat at the end of my bed and a mirrored sliding door led to my closet. The walls rather than being a harsh orange like they were before were now the more mellow color of yellow but the floor was still the same dark wood.
I smiled and threw my bag down on the bed before exiting the room, via the double doors that lead to my balcony. I stood there for a few seconds before dropping into the seat I had there. I sighed, relaxing back into the warm, familiar and comfortable atmosphere of home. A few minutes later and my iPhone started ringing, blaring out 'The Best Day' by Taylor Swift. I growled under my breath and pulled myself up and back into my room. I left the doors open, to allow the warm Cali air to circulate in my room and yanked the duffle bag open, pulling my phone out.
"Hey Daddy." I greeted. I heard him sigh on the other end of the line.
"Hey Darlin'. You get in okay?" he asked.
"Yeah Dad. Mom and Luke didn't recognize me at first!" I laughed. He laughed as well, completely at ease with the fact I'd mentioned Luke. When I'd first entered Dad's house on the Upper East Side I'd known instantly he'd been seeing someone. The apartment had an obvious feminine touch and I'd grilled him until he'd released her name. A woman called Amatis Grey. I'd squealed, something a girl as small as me was allowed to do, and hugged Dad. She'd turned out to be pretty cool, educated in the art of fashion but more laidback than say, Magnus or Isabelle.
"Of course not. You've grown up a lot since you last saw them." He said. I laughed again. Yes, I had grown up a lot since I'd last seen them.
"Okay, Dad, I really have to go and un-pack. Love you!" I said goodbye.
"Love you too darlin'." We both hung up and I began unpacking all my new clothes. I pulled my guitar out and lent it against the wall and then noticed the wooden box in the corner of the wardrobe. I blinked back tears as I remembered Jace's cruel words.
I shook my head and continued unpacking.
"We're back!" I heard a familiar voice yell as the front door banged shut. I jumped off my bed in alarm, laying my acoustic guitar against the wall before peaking into my dressing table mirror. Slicking on a thin layer of cherry lip gloss and grabbing my phone I bounded down the stairs with the excuse of wanting some lunch. I heard them before I saw them.
"Hey Jon, isn't Clary meant to be coming back today?" his deep, strong masculi—no! Bad Clary! I chided myself. I walked casually into the kitchen, my stilettos clicking on the tiled floor.
"Tada!" I laughed at their shocked expressions, the only sound in the otherwise deathly quiet kitchen.
"Damn, girl! Love the shoes!" of course Isabelle would be the first to comment on my new appearance. I could practically hear the wheels turning in her head at the thought of having a friend with a closet to rival hers.
"Thanks Iz." I grinned at her, glad, for the second time that day that some things never change.
"Holy fuck, is that a piercing?" Jace spluttered. I smirked innocently before sticking out my tongue at him, flashing the silver piercing at him.
"3 piercings actually. Well, that are visible."
Jonothan was the next to recover from his shock and he frowned.
"What the hell happened to you?" he spluttered. I laughed at his confused expression, whilst anger flooded my veins. He wanted me to be more girly, so here I was.
"Nothing, Jonothan. I'm being a girl." I sneered the word at him, including Jace into my glare. Neither of them said anything, for which I was glad. I might have reverted into the tomboy I used to be, and punched one of them. Not that I couldn't still punch them, I mean, now I was badass, I'd make sure I went for the face rather than their stomach, then add a kick to the crotch for special effect. I turned away from them, to look at Isabelle.
"Do you want some salad? I'm making some for myself." I grinned at her, putting my phone down on the table and making my way over to the fridge. I turned briefly to look at her for an answer.
"Um… yeah sure." She smiled at me and I smiled back, getting all the ingredients out before shutting the fridge door with a swing of my hips. My phone's ringtone shattered the deathly quiet atmosphere of the kitchen.
So I got my boots on,
Got the right amount of leather,
And I'm doing me up with a black colored liner,
And I'm working my strut,
But I know it don't matter,
All we need in this world is some love,
There's a thin line between the dark side and the light side,
Baby tonight,
It's a struggle, gotta—
I snatched the phone up, cutting off Adam Lambert's voice mid-sentence.
"Hey Mag!" I greeted. "I'm putting you on speaker, 'kay?"
"That's fine, babe. How was the flight? Any hot guys?" I rolled my eyes. Magnus always needed gossip. It's what makes his life seem important to him.
"Not really… the guy I sat next to gave off too many creeper vibes." I washed the lettuce and other vegetables in the sink.
"Shame… if there was you could've joined the Mile High club." I could hear the grin in his voice. "I hear sex at that height is even better than normal bedroom sex."
"Any fuckery you partaken in, sweetie, has never been in a bedroom. You're not classy enough." I replied, cutting up the vegetables. I casually sneaked a peak at the table, where everyone but Alec and Isabelle had a shocked and disgusted look on their face. Isabelle looked like she was pissing herself laughing and Alec looked surprised but happy. Well, Magnus was his boyfriend after all.
"You're one to talk! You and Raphael mysteriously appearing out of the alleyway? Don't think I don't know what you two were doing! Especially since your fishnets were in tatters and the back of your dress was ripped to shreds! Not to mention he didn't have a shirt… but I didn't really mind that bit…" he trailed off at the end. I popped the salad bits into a salad bowl which I carried over to the table along with ceaser and honey & mustard dressing and two plate and some forks.
"My fishnets only had a few holes in them, and the back of my dress was only slightly torn, because I fell over." I knew it was a lame excuse, but I didn't really want Jace to know about Raphael. Jonothan was glaring daggers at my phone when I put the stuff on the table, Isabelle was still laughing and Jace was staring at me, his eyes slightly darker than normal… hmm, I wonder…
"Excuses, excuses!" Magnus tutted. "Anyway, my lovely, I must depart. I've got a hot date with America's Next Top Model." I rolled my eyes at my extravagant friend and ended the call. Jace was the first to break the relative silence. (Isabelle was still chortling away to herself as she ate her salad)
"Well, that was interesting. I'm guessing he's gay." He drawled, his eyes back to their original color.
"No duh." I replied. Alec spluttered in alarm, and I wondered if he'd told the others his dirty little secret.
"So is Raphael your boyfriend?" the blonde devil taunted me, trying to appear unaffected but no laughter reached his golden eyes.
"No, Goldilocks, he's not. We broke up a few weeks after we started going out." I stuck my tongue out at him, smirking.
"Poor you," he simpered, making me really feel like punching him. "Must have broken your heart."
No Jace, you did that. I dispelled the thought as quickly as it had come.
"It was mutual. We got bored of each other. Alley sex gets tiring after awhile." I shrugged, as if to prove my indifference and Jace's eyes tightened… in jealousy? Ooh this could be fun!
"Izzy, you want to go to the mall in a little bit?" I asked her. She beamed at me.
"I think I like this new Clary."
A/N. once again, sorry for the wait! :)
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SxE xox
