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Chapter 2
Clary POV
I stayed on my bed for five more minutes before I got up and started packing my things. Luke had brought up some suitcases after Jace left. He'd tried to talk to me, but I didn't talk back. Finally, he'd sighed and left my room. I knew I'd upset him, but I didn't really care. He knew what Jace had done, too.
I packed everything I thought I'd be needing: clothes, shoes, toothbrush, toothpaste, hair brushes, hair products, makeup, tampons, bed sheets, pillow cases, books, my colored pencils, marker, crayons, pencils, and sketchbook. I couldn't leave home without those. I was done with ten minutes to spare.
I looked around my room for anything else that I might need, but I didn't find anything. So I sat on my bed, and, just to be defiant, went downstairs with all my stuff ten minutes late. My mother was glaring at me with a very deadly look in her eye. The last time I spoke to her, I'd yelled at her. I guess I'd be glaring too. Instead, I smiled a sweet smile at her, and that only made her glare more. I smiled to myself.
Jace had taken most of my bags to the car by that time; I only had four. After I hugged Luke and said bye to my mother, Stephen and Celine escorted Jace and me to the car. Celine got in the passenger seat, while Stephen got in the driver's seat. That only left the back seat with Jace. I sighed and got in, sitting as far away from him as possible. He noticed that and sighed.
I didn't look anywhere else the whole ride there, wherever "there" was. Instead, I looked out the window, looking at the beautiful things that were passing by quickly.
When the brand new car finally pulled to a stop, I looked at where we were. There was a tall resort-like looking building standing in front of me. I got out of the car and looked up. It was so tall. I wondered how Jace's parents managed to get us an apartment here; it must've been wildly expensive.
We got the bags out of the trunk, all of which were mine. I guess Jace didn't have any? We walked inside, and Celine and Stephen went to check us in. I took this as an opportunity to look around. I set the bags in my hands down and started to look around. I heard Jace chuckle beside me. I shot him a deadly glare, and he stopped laughing, looking scared. I smirked at him.
I continued to look around. It was beautiful in here. Everything was so fancy. A few minutes later, Jace's parents ushered us over to the elevator. Its walls were made of glass and I could see outside. I watched as we got higher and higher. Soon, I could barely even make out any of the people. I looked at the glowing button on the elevator panel and saw that we were staying in the penthouse.
My eyes widened, and Jace chuckled.
"Don't look so surprised, Red; didn't you know I'm rich?" Jace smirked, and my jaw dropped.
"Since when?" I asked, before realizing what I'd said. I turned to Celine and Stephen.
"I'm so sorry; I didn't mean in like that," I apologized quickly.
"It's okay, dear. We don't mind." Celine smiled at me. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
The elevator doors finally opened, giving us access to our living room.
"This apartment takes up the entire top floor. Bedrooms are down that hall and there are connecting bathrooms to each. The kitchen is over there, and the living room is in there," Stephen said, pointing in the direction of each room.
"If you need anything, our number is on the fridge, along with some other numbers of the help that works here. You should be taken care of; we'll get out of your hair," Celine said.
They turned around, got in the elevator, and left, leaving Jace and me alone. I grabbed my bags and started heading to my bedroom. I stopped before I got to the hall and turned to Jace.
"Which bedroom do you want?" I asked.
"You can pick first," he said.
I started walking down the hall and stopped at one of the doors. I opened the door and peeked in. There was a bed with white fluffy covers and a dresser at one side. There were a few other things too. I left my stuff in the hall, next to that door, and walked down the hall to the next door. I opened the door and walked in. This room appealed more to me. Three of the four walls were purple, and the last one was white. The bed had the same fluffy white covers, and the dresser was on the same side as the last bedroom. This was going to be my room. I went out and grabbed my bags, lugging them to my new bedroom. When I got in there, I started to unpack. I pulled my skinny jeans, panties, and socks into one of the drawers on the dresser. I still had three drawers to go, but I didn't have any more clothes. I hung my t-shirts up in the closet and put my shoes on the ground beneath them. That got rid of one of my bags. I shoved it in the back of my closet.
I grabbed the next bag and unpacked it quickly. I put all the bathroom things in the bathroom counter, and my makeup bag on the small vanity in the corner. Next, I unpacked my art supplies. I put all my markers, pencils, crayons, and sketchbooks in the bottom drawer of my dresser.
After I'd finished, I'd worked up quite an appetite. I walked out of my room and started looking for the kitchen. When I'd finally found it, I started looking for some food. After searching through all the cupboards and the fridge,and finding nothing to eat, I yelled at Jace.
"Jace, I'm going to get some food. I'll be back soon!" I grabbed my purse, and walked to the elevator.
I was standing in the elevator, holding all the bags from the supermarket. When the bell dinged and the doors opened, I stepped inside my apartment. I walked into the kitchen, and not five seconds later I was being screamed at.
"Where the hell were you?! I've been looking all over for you!" Jace roared.
I turned around and folded my hands across my chest. "I went to the supermarket because we don't have any food. I told you where I was going. It's not my fault you didn't listen," I said calmly. This only seemed to make him more upset.
"I was in the fucking shower! You really expect me to hear you when I'm in the shower? You should've waited for me to go with you!" he screamed more. I was starting to get pissed off.
"I don't have to have you permission to go somewhere, Jace," I said, keeping my voice even.
"No, Clary! You do have to have my permission! We're supposed to be getting married soon, and I thought you'd left! You don't even know why we're supposed to be getting married!" he yelled. And that was when I lost it.
" Listen, asshat, you are not the fucking boss of me, and if you think for even a second that I'll listen to you, you're playing with yourself. Did you think that I would treat you the same after what you did to me in high school? You think I'll even care about anything you say? I am my own fucking person and I can do as I want!" I was screaming so hard at that point that tears were coming down my face.
Jace's face softened and he reached a hand out to wipe my tears away. I moved away.
"Don't touch me," I said, deadly. And I turned around and stomped to my bedroom door. When I got in there, I slammed the door shut and lay down on my bed. I started sobbing uncontrollably from the painful reminder of what he'd done to me in high school. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep.
Okay guys. So this is a little bit of a longer chapter. I've been being nice, and I haven't posted a chapter with really bad cliffhangers yet.
Anyways, what do you guys think Jace did in high school? I already know what I'm going to do, but I want to know what you guys think. You won't find out for a few more chapters.
But yeah, hope you liked this chapter, tell me what you thought.
Thanks.
-Jace loves me
