Chapter Two Clary's POV
"And why do we have to wait to do our prank?" I asked, picking up my lunch tray, which was currently filled with the lunch lady's clumpy noodles. It was definitely not one of my favorites.
Izzy rolled her eyes. "I already explained this Clary. They did their prank before school off grounds," she said, picking up her homemade lunch. I really needed to start making my own lunch. My stomach wasn't a fan of our school food. "If we do ours during school on property there's a good chance we'll get suspended."
I sighed. "So tomorrow before school?"
She nodded. "I'll pick you up before school."
I agreed heading towards our lockers. Luckily, we were close by, on opposite sides. My black coverse stalked across the dirty tiled floors next to Izzy's heels. You could say we had a different style.
She was more of the flashy type. Me on the other hand. I liked sticking to light jeans, converse, and a tight shirt, preferably colors that didn't mix with my red hair.
"And here comes Jace," Izzy muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Great," I mumbled, grabbing my books for theatre class. Today was bound to be. . . interesting. I only had Simon and Jace in my theatre class, but the rooms were still divided in half.
There were still people in the class who didn't care about our fued, sitting in the back of the classroom heads down. But then there's people like me and Jace, who participate and well. . . argue.
"Juliet," Jace greeted, opening his locker.
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention we had lockers next to each other? "Jace."
"Claryyyyy," Kaelie whined. "If you don't mind. I'm trying to talk to Jace."
I rolled my eyes.
"See you after school Kaelie," Jace said, pushing his way past her. "Clary and I were just about to go to class."
She placed her hand on his bicep, sending me a glare. "Of course," she purred. "See you later."
I walked down the hallway, Jace picking up his pace to walk with me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He flashed me a toothy grin. "Is it a crime to walk next to you?"
"Do you really want my side of the room knowing you're talking to me?" I asked rounding the corner.
He shrugged. "They already hate me enough for being friends with Izzy's brother."
I gave a mirthless laugh. "So maybe you shouldn't add a flame to the fire. Seriously, this fued is already bad enough. It's been going on for a month."
"And if I don't care?"
I tilted my head to face him. "Then you're going to find yourself in some deep trouble."
He winked. "Trouble is my middle name."
"And uncaring is mine," I muttered. I saw Maia give me a weird glance in the hallway.
"Oh how you wound me Fray," he said, hand over his heart. "I don't know how I'll ever recover."
I ignored him, stepping into the classroom door. I was about the go to my normal seat, but the desks were rearranged. They were no longer split into two sides of the rooms, but just one big section.
I looked around at my fellow classmates, who were standing around the outskirts of the desks.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Mrs. Grey is creating a seating chart," Aline complained.
"For how long?"
"The rest of the year. . ."
I groaned. Of course. This class was already bad enough, but now that the sides were going to be combined. . .
The bell rang and Mrs. Grey came bustling in. As she made her way into the classroom with a stack of books piled up to the brim of her nose, she smiled once, then paused as she realized no one was in their assigned seats.
"There's a slip of paper on each desk with your names on it," she said happily. "Hopefully this can settle our class down a little."
I looked up at Simon, who was now seated in the front of the classroom. He gave me a sheepish smile and shrugged as two girls took their spots next to him.
I trudged to the back of the room, following the column of desks until I found my seat. As I looked up, my face turned into a frown as I saw who was sprawled in the desk next to mine.
"Juliet," Jace greeted, grin plastered on his face.
"Jace." My reply was short. Technically I wasn't even supposed to be talking to him… or Simon.
"Today we're going to be talking about the message of the story and what we should take away from it," Mrs. Grey announced. "I need two volunteers."
Nobody raised their hands. I almost felt bad for her. We were proably her least favorite class. I didn't blame her.
"Jace and Clary! Thank you so much for volunteering! Would you please come to the front of the room?"
I stood up slowly, not because I didn't want to participate in class. I did. I loved English class. I just didn't want to participate with Jace, however petty that sounded. He was bound to find a way to embarrass me.
Jace shot me a wink before sauntering to the front of the classroom. Dragging my feet to the front of the room, I tried to ignore the death glares from Jace's group.
"Alright perfect! We have Romeo and Juliet from the play."
The tension in the room went taut, as if the two groups were playing a game of tug a war. Let's just say most weren't very happy about the casting. We had our first play practice tomorrow after school, which was bound to be a disaster.
"Clary, you mostly voice your opinion on why it's a tragic story of love and beauty, why not explain why the other group's opinion is wrong?"
I laughed. "Why? Because love overrules everything. Just because they fell in love in a day, doesn't make their love worth any less."
Jace chuckled under his breath.
I shot him my best glare. He smiled in return.
"Sure, maybe Romeo and Juliet overreacted a bit-"
"A bit?" Jace questioned.
"But. . ." I continued, "that doesn't make the focus of the story on that aspect. That's not the main message of the story."
"Why shouldn't it be?" Jace questioned, raising his eyebrow. I really felt like slapping the smirk off his face, but Sebastian stepped in.
"Can you even explain why Jace?"
My eyes widened slightly as Sebastian offered me a small smile.
"Let's focus on today's objective," Mrs. Grey cut in. "Does anyone want to continue to explain why it shouldn't focus on the immaturity and rashness aspect of the story?"
Jace took a step closer to me as Sebastian started explaining his opinion. I tried to ignore the newfound pit in my stomach.
". . . which is why Jace is wrong," Sebastain finished.
"Perfect. Thank you Sebastian," Mrs. Grey started to say, but the class wasn't finished. We erupted into a stream of arguments, the sound of voices traveling throughout the hallway.
Mrs. Grey tried to calm us down, but then the principle walked in. Students went quiet, and Mrs. Grey immediately perked up, turning to face Mr. Starkweather. "Mr. Starkw-"
"Mrs. Grey," he greeted not unkindly. "May I have a word?"
"Yes of course. Clary and Jace you can sit down now."
We went back to our seats in silence as Mrs. Grey left the room, her face void of color. As soon as she was gone, my classmates broke into a string of quiet arguments, checking for the door every few seconds.
Jace's elbow nudged my side.
"Yes Jace?" I groaned.
"Oh nothing. . ." He grinned, nudging his knee into my own this time.
I sighed. This was going to be a long year.
"I was thinking-"
"That's not a good sign."
He frowned. "I was thinking about some things."
"And?"
He smiled. "I thought that maybe we could practice our lines together?"
I tried not to gape at him. I really did. "Do you really think that's a good idea?"
"No one has to find out," he said, "and yes Clary. I really do."
A slight blush rose to my cheeks.
"My house? Tomorrow morning?"
"Tomorrow morning?" I questioned. "That's a little early for practicing play lines."
"I can drive you to school."
"Well actually Izzy always drives me, so that wouldn't really work. . . since no one can find out about this," I whispered back, to make sure no one could hear our conversation.
"Does it really matter if we spend time together that much?"
"Don't let anyone hear you." I paused. "Look, you know how it's supposed to be Jace."
"I do."
I sighed in relief.
"But that doesn't mean it's going to stop me."
Of course it wouldn't. This was Jace Wayland for God's sake.
"Well good luck," I said. "You're going to need it."
"Thanks Fray. You're a huge help. I wouldn't know what to do without you," he said, voice laced with sarcasm.
I laughed, and then quickly stopped when everyone turned around. Simon shot me a 'are you crazy?' look.
I avoided their stares as Jace started to speak again. "Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?"
I gaped at Jace once again. Simon looked petrified, especially as the whole class turned to stare us down.
"I said, do you bite your thumb at us, sir?"
I nudged Jace, he turned to face me, his lips forming his infamous smirk. "Do you bite your thumb as well?"
"No Jace, I do not bite my thumb at you," I said incredulously. "But Simon definitely does." Oh, he was definitely going to kill me for that, even if he deserved it for leaving me alone with Jace last night at Java Jones.
"Do you quarrel, sir?" Jace asked Simon, quoting Shakespeare once again. Simon's face was priceless.
"You do know I'm on your side, right?"
"My bad, how could I have forgotten I had rat face on my side?"
The class snickered, and I frowned. Did he really have to humilate Simon like that? I kicked his shin, before he could say anything else he'd regret saying.
The door to our classroom sprung open, Mr. Starkweather the only one entering. We all held our breath in unison. Where was Mrs. Grey?
"Mr. William Herondale will be your sub for the rest of the week. Mrs. Grey has some personal business to take care of." He paused. "She'll be back soon, but -"
We all turned to face the direction he paused in. Mr. Starkweather was staring at Meliorn, who was currently trying to shy away from Mrs. Grey's desk.
"And what do you think you're doing?"
"Uh-"
"Detention. And it'd be appreciated if you put the stack of test papers back."
We all watched in surprise as Meliorn dropped the test answer sheet from her desk. Was he really that stupid?
"Come with me." Meliorn trudged to the door, dragging his feet every second of the way. Meliorn and Principle Starkweather left the room with a slam to the door, and then the bell rang, signaling the end of class.
Everyone stayed put for a couple seconds before packing away their supplies in silence, leaving the classroom. I was the last one out the door.
AN: Yo yo yo! What's up guys? I swear I actually have a semi decent excuse for not updating. . . I MADE MY VARSITY BASKETBALL TEAM! But that's no excuse, I actually had written this chapter in my geometry notebook, and I kept forgetting to bring it home over the weekend so I could transfer it to my phone. But I UPDATED! YAYAY!
I have no idea when the next update will be. Hopefully next week or the week after that. Final exxams are coming up, so teachers are packing on tests and projects. Next Thursday, I have 5 tests. . . 5! That's so stupid, but anyways, all my stories will be updated on Christmas eve if I don't have the chance to before then.
Hope you liked this chapter, and sorry for such a long AN. Love you all!