Disclaimer: All characters belong to Classandra Claire.
Authors Note:Hey guys...well here it is. Hopefully it's better than the first chapter and less confusing.
Three years later…
Holy crap. Crap crap crap crap crap crap CRAP. He's right there! I haven't seen him in three years, since before the…Craaaaaap! What should I do? Clary Fray's mind races as she sees him a couple feet away sitting at another table. I hope he doesn't see me…what if he already did? I haven't spoken to him in like three years!
Wait.
Why am I so worried? He's the one who pulled that shit on me and didn't talk to me after! I shouldn't be worried, I should be pissed.
"Clary?" She instantly puts on a smile and looks at her mom.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay? You look, um…"
"I'm fine." Out of all the pizza restaurants, he had to come here? Now?! "I'm going to grab some salad from the salad bar. Anyone else want some?" Her family all shake their heads and she stands up, taking her plate with her.
As she stands in line, she feels someone behind her. It's him.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Do you remember me?"
"No."
"Really? Clary it's me Jace."
"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are."
"C'mon Clary."
"C'mon yourself."
"We used to be best friends, what happened?"
"Oh I don't know. Maybe you being a jerk?"
"What?"
"Nothing. Just leave me alone."
"Clary-" He puts his hand on my arm and I jerk away.
"Don't, okay? Just don't." They go through the line grabbing their salads. When they're finished she starts to walk away, but he stops her.
"What?" She asks, irritated.
"Just…if you won't talk to me…just come see my show okay?" He seems a bit panicky.
"What show?"
"It's a play, I wrote it and I'm…just come okay?" He shoves a slip of paper, a ticket, into her hand and quickly walks back to his table.
As she return to her own table, Clary ponders about the play. Should I go? I mean, it's not that big of a deal, right? Maybe we can just forget about what happened…maybe things can go back to normal like they used to be…
Ugh. Clary stands outside the theatre, why did I come again? Maybe I should just leave… She pats her pocket, only finding the little package she brought with her, right. I can't drive. I don't have a car. Crap .I should just go in. Heaving and internal sigh, Clary opens the door and enters the building.
Wow, Clary thinks as she sees the velvet lined chairs lined up in rows, how did he manage to be able to perform in here? It's huge! The lights dim and Clary leans against the back wall seeing no empty seats; and it's packed!
The curtains open to a blank background, a projector started up with Jace and a girl on it. Narration started as the video showed clips of them together:
"They started off as friends, and soon became best friends; hanging out together all the time, constantly talking to each other, going to parties together, concerts together, they did everything together. But, as we all know, those relationships never last, it wasn't long until one of them started to develop feelings for the other.
"These feelings started out gradually within the girl, she started blushing more when he spoke to her, laughing more at his joke, shying away at his touch, avoiding eye contact with him. Then came the day when it was all too much, when she couldn't keep it a secret, she had to let it out."
The projector stopped and the curtains closed only to be opened seconds later to Jace and the girl sitting on opposite side of the stage seemingly in different rooms. The girl began to speak, voicing the text she supposedly making:
"Jace…I know this is kind of random, but I like you. I can't stop thinking about you, you are always on my mind. I can't help myself; I love you."
Realization dawns on Clary like a wrecking ball to a building. No, this isn't just any play, this is us. He wrote a play about me. Her heads snaps up as Jace begins to read his text out loud:
"I'm sorry I can't say the same thing."
There's a pause before she replies.
"What?"
"I don't like you."
The girl freezes and doesn't move for a solid minute, then she drops the phone and starts sobbing into her hands. Is this how he saw me? This is what he thought happened? He thinks I…
"I…can't believe I thought…" The girl onstage continues to weep. The curtains close. The Narrator starts again:
"As the days moved on, she became more depressed, more aloof. She wouldn't talk to anyone, she was ignoring her friends, her friends, and him."
"Clare!" Jace's voice suddenly cuts through the speakers. Really? Clare? At least be original you jerk. "Clare please talk to me."
"Despite his attempts to become friends again, she refused to speak to him. She started spreading rumors about him, but they ended up back on her. It was only weeks before she became a worthless lump of human. She became pathetic. She became weak."
Worthless. Pathetic. Weak.
"She became desperate, so desperate she wanted to take her own life." The curtains opened and the girl was holding a gun to her mouth.
Desperate.
"Clare don't!" Jace shouts.
"What else can I do? I can't live with myself; I'm an ugly, fat, useless, pointless person. I shouldn't live, I don't deserve it."
I can't take anymore of this, Clary leaves through the back door and onto the street. Why would he invite me to this? To embarrass me? To ridicule me? Well, he did a hell of a good job at it. Why am I crying? Why does it hurt so much…tears began to uncontrollable stream down her face.
Why would he do this?
Author's Note: Sorry about the cliffy, I really wanted to add more but I can't at the moment. I will tomorrow though!