Okay, I'm back with another chapter! I've taken so long to update, I'm sorry. I don't even know, anymore. But I will do better in the future, hopefully.

The-Final-Hope: You will find out soon. Its the first word of the chapter. Please don't hate me. Damn. I just gave it away. Oh well, you would have found out anyway. But seriously. There is Wessa in this chapter.

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ASilverShadowhunter: You shall find out who it is! :) I'm not telling you. Just read the first word of this chapter. Omg. What if I went this whole chapter without revealing who it is. That would be a waste of like 3000 words, or however long this is. No, you MUST know.

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SilverJem5: Haha i always feel a bit bad portraying Tatiana and Jessamine like that, but it's what works for me. And yes, Jessamine does have a crush on Jem. You will see that in this chapter. :) Haha You will find out who it is. And I think you will be happy. Or maybe not. Well, tell me what you think, anyway! :)

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Jem leads me to the center of the dance floor, and stands in front of me, moving closer, he places his hands in my hips, then looks at me. "You aren't waiting for anyone else...are you?" he asks hesitantly, and I shake my head, placing my arms on his shoulders.

We sway with the music, silently at first, then Jem asks with a sheepish smile, "Is this Cecily's dress? I think I rememeber seeing her wear it once before. Though, with all the clothes she and Sophie have, I find it astonishing that it looks familiar."

"Yes. She so kindly let me borrow it, as I have nothing to wear to an event like this," I admit, "it fits quite well."

"I think you look beautiful," he murmurs, and looks away from me, trying to cover up the blush forming on his cheeks. When he looks back at me, I admire his eyes. Unlike the clear blueness of Will's, Jem's eyes are a dark chocolate color, but there are tiny flecks of gold in the irises like chips of amber.

I laugh shyly, "You don't look too bad, yourself."

And he doesn't. Like most of the guys, he's wearing a dress shirt, and pants, though his are dress pants, and not just jeans. His hair is neatly combed, but right now, all I want to do it run my fingers through it.

"Can I ask you a question?" I say, my voice barely a whisper.

He smiles, "Anything you want."

"Did you dye the stripe of silver into your hair?" I ask, staring conspicuously at the silver streak that looks sharp against all the black.

Jem laughs slightly at my question. "No, I didn't. It's a family trait, actually. Quite strange, if you ask me, but you'll always know I'm a Carstairs," he answers, as we slowly spin around on the dance floor, "I rather like it. It's unique."

"Yes, it is," I smile, "I agree."

The song ends, and he removes his hands from my hips, and I remove mine from his shoulders. Looking around, I feel a shock of fear run through me. Before, when we started dancing, there were many other couples dancing also. Now, there are none. Everyone has moved to the side, to form a circle around us, watching our every move with blazing scrutiny.

As if on instinct, Jem takes hold of my wrist, and begins to pull me along with him, out of the center of attention, when I see Jessamine coming towards us. She's running, her high heels clicking intimidatingly against the glossy wood floors.

Approaching us, she narrows her eyes at me. "You," she spits, her snarky voice and doll-like looks making her seem like the stereotypical popular girl I always hear about, though I'm sure she's worse. I start to back away, and she follows me, glaring at me menacingly. "I thought you had left, you poor, little girl," she snarls, and I'm about to point out that I am taller than her, by quite a few inches, but I decide not to.

"Jessamine, what are you doing?" I hear Jem ask, trying to decipher her actions. Surely this isn't the first time she has insulted a girl, is it?

"Reclaiming what is mine," she replies, her voice instantly coated in honey, flashing a flirty smile towards Jem.

He rolls his eyes as if it's a normal occurrence, raising an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Well..." she starts, her voice dripping with fake sweetness, "I've never told you this, Jemmy, but I happen to have some feelings for you."

Jem's eyebrows furrow, "Jemmy?"

"That's your new nickname, baby," she grins, her smile as wide as a Cheshire cat's, "Only I will be allowed to call you that."

"Sorry, Jessamine, I don't really-," he gets cut off, as Jessamine grabs him, yanking him towards her, and kisses him. His eyes fly open wide, and he flails his arms trying to get her off of him. If I didn't feel so bad for him, it would have been quite comical. Quickly, he's pushing her off him firmly but gently, his face etched with an awkward expression. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he cringes when he sees smears of lip gloss left on his palm and he just moves to wipes it on his shirt.

Jessamine lets out a shriek of anger, furious that he pushed her back. After all, I assume she's used to getting her way with her popularity, money, and good looks. "You whore. You stole my Jem," she growls, her voice low in her throat.

"He's not your Jem," I point out smugly, and immediately regret it.

She lunges towards me, arms outstretched, and grabs hold of my collar. She yanks her arm down, and I hear a ripping noise, most definitely the sound of ripping fabric. I gasp as I look down. Half of my dress is ripped off, and she's holding it triumphantly in her hand.

I collapse to the floor, trying to cover up what is revealed of my bra and underwear, and Jem follows me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. My face heats up with utter embarrassment, hot tears pressing at the backs of my eyes, but I stop myself from crying and stare at one of the lights in the room. In the midst of the commotion, Sophie and Cecily rush over, both kneeling down with me as well. Behind them, I see Jessamine talking to a brown haired woman's voice is raised, and she is actually yelling at Jessamine.

Collecting herself, she comes over to me, and I see Will behind her.

"Miss Tessa Gray, is it?" she asks, extending a hand out to me, "Headmaster Branwell. I am very sorry your first hours here haven't been the most pleasant. Hopefully, I can take care of everything, and you can enjoy being at this school."

I fake a smile, and reach out shakily to take her hand, "Thank you very much."

"It's my pleasure. Now, Jem, I would like to see you in my office, where Jessamine currently is. Sophie and Cecily, you too, since you are witnesses," she orders, and the three hurry off, but not before giving me apologetic looks.

"Now, I've got to have a talk with them, and I'd like you to be there," she looks thoughtful, then adds, "Will, help her back to her room, have her change into some unruined clothes, and then bring her to meet me in my office."

Will looks at me from behind her, and smiles, "Yes, Mrs. Branwell."

"Good. I will see you as soon as possible," she replies, before hurrying off.

"Nice fashion statement," he smirks, as he takes my hand and tries to pull me to my feet. However, I resist, and he gives up trying to pull my arm off. Kneeling down next to me, he asks, "What's wrong? Don't you want to get out of here, and into some different clothes? I mean, I enjoy the half dress, half underwear look, but it must be humiliating for you, right?"

"If I stand up, I'll be even more revealed," I whisper, and he gives me a look of understanding. Without saying anything, he unbuttons the front of his dress shirt, revealing a white undershirt underneath, and pulls it off.

"Here. Put this over it. It's long, so it'll cover you up," he advises me, and I gratefully take the dress shirt, drawing it over my arms, and pulling it closed in front of me. I stand up, and Will takes my arm.

As we walk to the door, I hear all kinds of nasty comments.

"Who does she think she is, a tramp like that?"

"Did you hear that she's attending on scholarship?"

"If I rip my dress, will I get helped back to my room by Will Herondale?"

"I don't like her, but Jessamine shouldn't have ripped her dress. Her bra and panties are hideous."

"She really is a whore. First Jem, now Will. And Will is mine," I hear one voice stand out, and I recognize it as Tatiana, who has taken the time to stop making out with Rupert, and pay attention to the scene before her, "Jessamine was right."

I stop suddenly, and am about to turn around, but Will tightens his grip on my arm, and practically drags my out of the room. Leading me down the hall, or, rather, pushing me down the hall, he soon lets go, and turns to me.

"You can't let them get to you," he murmurs, softly, "They're not worth it."

"You don't understand!" I fire back angrily, surprising even myself with the volume of my voice, "I'm tired of it! I thought I might have a new start here, but no. It's even worse. I've only been here for three hours, and already I have two enemies and I'm wearing half a dress!"

Shuddering, I lean against the wall, painted a soft blue, and take a deep breath, trying not to cry, for what seems like the fourth time today.

Before I can recognize what's happening, I feel Will's arms come around me, pulling me towards him. He holds me in his arms, against him, and I press my face into his chest, letting out a sob, though I don't mean to. His smirk is gone and his embrace is soft and gentle, my hands tightening on their own accord in his shirt.

"Shh. It's okay, it's okay. It's going to be all right," he comforts me, running his fingers through the ends of my hair, "Shh, don't cry. Please."

I gasp for a choked breath of air, trying to keep from letting it all out, and having a serious breakdown in the middle of the hallway. I mean, it's bad enough how I am now, I don't need it to get worse.

Before I know it, he's lifting me up, bride-style, and carrying me to my room. "How do you know which one is mine?" I sniffle, and hand him my keys to unlock the door.

"I may or may not have found out from Jem," he admits, pushing the door open, and setting me down on my bed. He goes to shut the door behind him, which strikes me as a bit odd, though I don't dare say a thing, "You have the room to yourself?"

"Yes," I reply, pulling his shirt tighter around me, "It's just me."

He lets a boyish smile take over his face, "Perhaps we could have a...sleepover." His face lights up and he looks awfully like a child who has just found something particularly amusing. "Jem's violin music, even if he is over halfway decent, can be a bit annoying, at times."

"I doubt they allow that," I laugh, feeling better already, now that I am back in my room, and I go to my suitcase, trying to find something decent to wear. Sighing, I pull out a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt. Heading into the bathroom, I tell him, "I'm going to go change."

He nods, and as I shut the door, I unbutton his shirt, and place it on the counter. I slip the remains of the dress off, and replace it with my yoga pants and sweatshirt. Throwing the ruined scraps of fabric aside, I hope that Cecily won't be mad later about her dress. I don't think she will be, seeing as it was hardly my fault, but still can't help but feel guilty about trashing a dress this expensive. Then again, Cecily is probably well off...better off than I am by far.

Shaking off my troublesome thoughts, I pick up Will's shirt, and go back into the bedroom. I find him sitting on the empty bed, looking around my room uncomfortably. He smiles when he sees me though, and stands up, smoothing out the blankets on the bed.

"Here's your shirt," I say, and place it in his hands. He slides it back on, and buttons the front, "Thanks, for letting me borrow it."

"It was no problem," he replies, taking my hand, "Charlotte wants to see you. We should probably go now."

"Oh yeah," I reply, his hand warm in mine, and comforting. As we make our way down the hall, and to the main office, we pass by the whispering people again. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore them, and focus on staying positive.

"Will!" A small redhead girl yells, running up to us, wearing a cocktail dress, probably because of the party, "Will, are you playing in tomorrow's game?"

"Of course," he replies, grinning arrogantly, a glint in his blue eyes, "Why wouldn't I? They do rely on me, don't they?"

"Yes! Well, I'll make sure to keep an eye out for you," she girl drawls, dragging a finger down his chest, flicking at the buttons of his shirt, and making googly eyes at him, "You are my favorite player, of course."

"That's nice," Will answers casually, though his voice is masking a tone of annoyance. Pulling away from the girl, he excuses himself from the conversation, and continues to Charlotte's office.

He sighs as we get out of hearing distance, "I do wish that these girls would stop bothering me all the time. It gets a bit annoying."

"I suppose you are very popular?" I murmur, as we near the door.

"Well, being quarterback has its ups and downs. Jem would agree, however about violin. He's quite popular with the ladies, but he never bites," Will explains. "He's the most modest, idiotic gentleman I've ever come to meet."

As we reach the door, he lets go of my hand, and opens the door for me. Upon entering, all eyes turn to me and my cheeks heat up again. I see a scowl on Jessamine's, slight happiness on Jem's, and sympathy on Sophie and Cecily's. Charlotte is the most neutral of them all, but her first words make me smile.

"Tessa, dear. Have a seat. I'm so sorry about what has happened. I assure you, it will never happen again," she pauses, glancing at Jessamine, "This problem will be taken care of right now."

"You can't seriously be saying it's my fault," Jessamine rolls her eyes, "The bitch stole Jem from me, and even has the nerve to go after Will, who belongs to Tatiana."

Jem gives me a sideways look, and I blush, looking downwards to cover my face, "I don't have any nerve to go after Will. He was only escorting me back to my room, after you ripped my dress. Cecily's dress, actually."

"And Jessamine," Charlotte adds, "Will doesn't belong to Tatiana, and neither does Jem to you. You ought to have more respect for your fellow classmates." Her tone is clipped, her words strained as if she's trying to hold herself back from loosing her temper. Small patches of impatience have broken out on her cheeks and under her eyes, her mouth pressed together in a thin line.

"Whatever," she snarls, and sends me another dirty look, "I still don't see why I am in trouble "

"You are a nuisance here right now, Jessamine," Charlotte says in a forced calm voice, "I have no option but to suspend you for the rest of the week."

"What?!" Jessamine screeches suddenly, "You can't do that!"

"Oh, yes I can, and I will," Charlotte replies sternly, holding out her hand, "Hand over your phone."

Jessamine sullenly and reluctantly pulls it out of her clutch, and places it in Charlotte's hand. Charlotte takes it, and drops it in a drawer, "Please leave now, Jessamine. You can go to your dorm, but you may not be seen around the rest of the school for the rest of the week. We will bring you everything you need, don't worry."

Jessamine stands up, glaring at everyone in the room before she stomps away in her ball gown and high heels, the door slamming behind her.

Turning back to the rest of us, Charlotte smiles, "She is taken care of, now."

"May we leave?" Cecily asks, anxious to get back to the dance. I'm glad she doesn't seem at all angry that her dress was ripped; her eyes are shining still. It seems like nothing has gotten her mind off that dance.

"Yes, Cecily. You and Sophie may leave." And then Charlotte's expression hardens, looking at me and I tense. "Tessa and Jem, however, please stay. I'd like to talk to you both. Together."


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