For The Record: I know some people might be like. Ew, Simon doesn't look like Reid. Yeah I Know. I just said for some reason in this story I pictured him looking like Reid. Not literally looking like him. So I just wanted to get that out. And sorry about this chapter. It's more about Clary's family than anything. I want you guys to see exactly why Ross and her didn't work out. Ross was a goody-goody, Clary obviously wasn't. Her whole family isn't. So I wanted to show the kind of upbringing her and Jon came out of.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, but the story line. Some of the New characters!
After getting back to my house with my friends still following close behind, I went straight to the kitchen. I needed food. I dug into the pantry, pulling out chips and sitting at our table. Lucas, Simon, and Maia sat with me, all showing sympathy in their eyes. I really didn't understand why. I was fine, just worked up.
"Clary?" Simon spoke softly. "Are you okay?"
I looked at him curiously. "Yea." I nodded, while trying to chew my chips.
"Why?"
I swear all of their brows creased at the same time. It was pretty silly, how they all just stared at me mindlessly. I giggled at their faces, which probably made them more confused.
"What?" I asked them.
"You're… not upset?" Maia asked me.
"Well, yea… I am. But I think I'm more pissed off then anything." I put another chip in my mouth, savoring some salty goodness.
"Well, good!" Lucas smiled. "I told you that guy was shit!"
"I still don't see why you were so obsessed with telling me that me and him were too different." I chewed on more chips, until my lips started to get raw.
"Um, Clary? That's obviously why he cheated. You two were just way too different."
"Duh!" I said, getting up to get something else from the pantry. Something that was going to dry out my mouth as much. "I know why he cheated! Cause he's a fucking asswhole. What I'm saying is you seem to be trying to tell me that I shouldn't be with a 'nice boy'."
"I am telling you that." Lucas smirked. I turned and glared at him. What was wrong with wanting a well-respected, sweet, caring guy? So Ross wasn't the right pick, but I think he was saying that I shouldn't be with any nice boy. What the fuck? But just when I was about to protest, two people came rushing into the front door. One of them being my brother Jonathon, and his friend Aline.
"Hey Little Bit." Jon said to me. "Heard what happened, heard you kicked his ass too." He chuckled. My brows furrowed. How did he know? It's not like he was there. Jon graduated two years before me. He decided to stay here in Colorado and go to CSU. He wanted to be close to home. Me on the other hand wanted to explore the world. Not that anything disagreed or anything. I was always like that. Always wanting to reach out to further places unknown.
Aline, on the other hand, has had a thing for my brother since they were in High School. But I guess they either decided to be just friends, or maybe she just hasn't told him yet. Though, I figured that it couldn't be that. Aline was one of the prettiest girls I knew, and all the confidence in the world. I highly doubt that She wouldn't come up with the guts to tell my brother how she felt…. Or maybe they're fuck buddies. Whatever, that's none of my business.
"H-how did you know?" I asked him.
Jonathan's eyes wondered to Lucas. When he did that I looked at Lucas to see him trying not to smile.
"I uh… texted him while we were walking back here."
"UUuuugghhh!" I growled while going back into the pantry, and pulling out some Oreo cookies. My favorite.
"Hey!" Jon put his arm around me. "I have a right to know when my sister gets her heart broken by her piece of shit boyfriend."
"I don't think she's… heart broken so much." Simon said. Aline looked at me curiously.
"What?" She said. "I thought you were crazy in love with him?"
"I was."
"No she wasn't!" Lucas laughed from behind me.
"Shut up, that's not true!"
"Yea?" He laughed again. "Then where are the tears? The sadness-anything?" He threw his hands up in the air gesturing that I felt nothing. "You are taking this pretty well for a girl who was supposedly in love."
We heard a motorcycle rev from outside, and I used that as a reason to leave the kitchen. Luke was home from work, which meant mom wasn't far behind. Our mom got pregnant with my brother and I, when she was quite young. And our dad was…
Well basically he was a total immature douche bag. Always cheated on her, always going out and getting sick drunk. Hardly spent time with me, and my brother. He wasn't abusive or anything, just neglectful. I was actually really young when he left. Everyone thinks I don't remember, but I do. I mostly remember the day he left, mom cried all night. But to be honest, I don't think she missed him she was sad for us. She wanted us so bad to have a father who cared and loved us, but he just didn't want to be one. I mean- in some aspects I can understand why. They were so young. When Jon was born mom and dad were only sixteen. By the time mom got pregnant with me they were eighteen.
I guess that's why I'm so convinced that I'll end up with a 'nice boy'. I want my future kids to have a good dad. Even if we don't work out, he'll still be a good father.
Mom knew Luke all her life, and I guess after our dad left he finally confessed that he loved her, and lucky for him. She loved him too. Their wedding was badass! Mom was beautiful and she made Luke wear his favorite leather jacket.
Hahaha, it was funny.
It was probably the greatest wedding ever! And the reception was bitchin! And Luke has been our dad ever since. But for some reason, calling him Luke was cooler than calling him dad. And he knew that.
I ran outside to see him getting off his bike; I jumped into his arms like I always did since I was little.
"Hey kiddo! How was your last day?" He asked me. But before I could tell him Jon yelled from the front door.
"Ross dumped her, Luke!"
"What!" He was always so protective, especially of me. "What happened? I always thought he was such a good kid."
"Nope." Jon said as he walked closer, I turned to glare at him. "He's a cheater."
"What? No!" Luke half gasped. I turned to him and sighed.
"Yes it's true."
"Will I have to go get my baseball bat?" Luke asked, making me laugh.
"No. She already did that deed." Jon laughed.
"Oh." Luke laughed a little while shuffling his hand through my hair. "I should've known."
"She's really not all that upset." Jon said.
"Okay, shut up!" I punched Jon in the shoulder and watched as he stumbled forward.
o.0.o
Well the next day graduation came, and along with the ceremony. Everyone was there besides my parents. There was Rob, mom's little brother. He was only 31 years old. He was blonde, and very arrogant, but he always made me laugh. Sometimes we called him the 'RobDawg'.
There was Michael, who was Luke's best friend. He was best man at their wedding, and he was BIG! Probably the biggest guy I'll ever meet in my life. There was Anthony, the scrawny idiot friend of Rob, but he was still considered family, no matter how annoying he was.
Danny, he was sweet. You would think that all bikers are badass and walks around with a tough hard shell that no one can break? Nope, not Danny. He was probably the sweetest guy ever.
And finally Grandpa Joe. Luke's dad. I think when my mom and Luke got married; he was the happiest of us all. He had been waiting for years for his son to finally tell the girl of his dreams how he felt. And he finally did.
Yes for the record. Every one of those guys drove a motorcycle- my mom too! This was our family. We look dysfunctional but really…. We probably were more loved and caring then the stereotype family that lived in a big white house with a picket fence.
My family.
As I stood there, waiting to be called. I couldn't help the emotions running through me. I was scared and sad. Sad to leave my home, scared I wont have everyone so close. At least Aline, and Alex were going to the same school. Aline wants to be a music composer, and Alex wants to be an actress, But I of course would much rather one of the guys to go with me. But hey, at least I will know someone.
"Clarissa Anne Graymark." Jon and I took Luke's last name after he and mom got married. I have often wondered if dad ever came, would it piss him off? Probably.
But who cares, right?
I got up awkwardly, and started heading towards the front of the Arena. Where the guy who held my future written on a small piece of paper stood.
When I approached him, he handed me my diploma, shook hands with me, congratulated me. Whispered something to me about my speech, which of course pretty much made me piss my pants.
I walked away to hear my family screaming and cheering for me as I walked back to my seat.
"WHOOO HOOO CLARISSA!"
"FUCK YEAH CLARY!"
"THAT'S MY GIRL!"
"WHOOO!"
I sat nervously until my speech came…. Shit… I wasn't very good at public speaking. As a matter of fact I hated it. I hated being at the center of attention. All my life I hated people singing happy birthday to me for Christ sakes!
I got up there and took a deep breath, while I stared at the entire student body before me.
"Hey guys!" I said that awkwardly. I looked down at my paper, but the words turned into math problems…
Math problems?
What the fuck!
I was losing my mind. Things don't change before your eyes like that! I'm a total scitzo!
I looked back up at the class, and then saw my whole family sitting in the seats above, watching me. I smiled, and didn't even look back down at my paper.
"So we all made it, yes we did…" I whispered, but due to the microphone it was loud.
"But asks yourselves… why did you make it? Think long and hard about your past. Why did you make it? Everything moment in our life is a stepping stone to your future. To either your dreams, or your nightmares. But even the deepest and darkest times in your journeys is what brought you here. You all probably have hard working moms, and dads or maybe aunts and uncles. People who loved you very much. People who feel like they are a part of you. And they are! You wouldn't be here if it weren't for them. They put everything they have into your future, because they love you so much that they that if you want the world, you should have it! And those of you who may have grown up without that parental love. Maybe you've been through more negative times than positive. But this is a positive moment. You've made it this far on your own, which means you can go even further. You're already strong, and soon you'll find a time where there is more positive. That all depends on you. If you work hard at something, you'll have it. Trust me. Or you could be more like me and kick someone's ass right in front of the entire school. "
Everyone laughed; obviously 95% of the school saw that. I saw the principal eye me. Probably for saying 'ass' oh well, he should get over it!
"So here we are guys, we've made it! We graduated!" I took my hat and threw it in the air, as well as everyone else following suit. It was indeed a happy day.
o.0.o
Later that night we had our graduation party. Lucas, Simon, and Maia were there too. We decided to make it one big part for the four of us. All of our families were there. Mom even let us have alcohol. As long as everyone slept over of course.
It looked like a biker party. With motorcycle engines revving and circling our property. Rob wouldn't stop knotting my hair, and Michael had Jon in a headlock.
"Hey Clary!" Anthony yelled for me. "Guess whose here."
"Who?"
"Rossi!"
"What? What the hell does he want?" Before I let anyone answer that I jogged through the backyard into the back door of our house. I went straight to the front door opening it see none other than the faggot I nearly killed yesterday.
"What'ya want?" I asked with one hand on my hip.
"Look, I know I hurt you, but I don't want us leaving on bad terms." He said it fast as if waiting for me to slam the door in his face.
"Hurt me? No, you didn't hurt me." Then I smacked a hand to my mouth, did I really just say that? But lucky for me Ross saw me as being a smartass. I watched him roll his eyes, which of course, annoyed me. I crossed my arms across over my chest.
"Clary, please." He let out a breath like he was tired. Tired? Pah! I was tired…
Tired of his bullshit. "I'm not asking for you back, I'm not even asking for forgiveness, just a chance."
"A chance at what?"
"For friendship?"
Before I could answer, every guy in my family was behind me. Glaring down at the boy who supposedly broke my heart. But I felt a large amount of satisfaction that I had six good-looking, badass guys at my side.
"She doesn't want friendship, buddy." Rob stood over me, holding his beer tight in his hand. For a blonde, white guy. He was scary. I've watched Rob nearly kill someone in defense. "So go take your sorry ass to your own graduation party. You were uninvited to this one." I love that creepy, calm tone! It scares people more than just cussing and yelling, don't you think?
Ross gave Rob a dirty glare, almost as if he were challenging him.
Really?
Was he really, eyeballing Rob?
He knew better! He's been with me for a year, and he knows my family and what they're all about. Some of them may have been arrested a couple of times, but they were strict with Jon and me to stay in line. And we did. Obviously… I only date 'nice' boys, right?
Psssh
"Look," Ross said to my brothers. "This is between me and her." He gestured his index finger between us.
"You mean, between you and my sister!" Jon said through gritted teeth.
"Your sister is a grown girl and speak for herself!" Ross countered.
"Hey!" Lucas put a hand between them, keeping them from each other. "You're right." Lucas grinned at Ross. "She is a grown woman and she does have the right to make her own choices, so why don't we let her?"
Ross looked at me, almost begging through his eyes to talk to him. But I just didn't care. As a matter of fact, it wasn't because I was heart broken, I literally felt like I was better than him, and didn't want to lower myself to evil bastards like him.
"Go home, Ross." And like that I turned on my heel, shuffling past the guys and back into the house. As I walked away I could hear Rob say;
"You heard her. Now go, let her enjoy her party. You of all owe it to her. Now fuck off!" And the door slammed shut.
That made me smile….
o.0.o
I hate flying…
I hate flying…
I hate flying…
I hate flying…
I hate flying…
I hate flying…
"Clary? Are you okay?" Maia asked me. "You look like death!"
"Clary has always hated flying in airplanes. When we went to Disney World as kids she cried the whole way there. Job laughed. I turned and kicked him in the shin, making him stumble. Aline, and Alex laughed at him.
"Dammit, Clary!"
"Well, kiddo this is it." Luke said while handing me my carry-on. My mom came and hugged me… tightly… very tightly.
"Mom…" I struggled. "I can't breathe."
"I'm sorry, babe." She pulled away. "I'm just going to miss you so much!" Oh God she's going to cry now.
"Mom, it's sort of bad enough as it is that I have to fly, can we just… not cry."
"Sorry." She sniffed. "If you need anything, anything at all. Don't be afraid to call us."
"Mom, I'm sure I'll be fine."
"I know you will." I nodded, and glanced over to see Aline, and Alex saying buy to their parents, then Aline saying goodbye to Jon. I watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. God, is there something going on between them or not! The hug looked nothing more than friendly, so perhaps there was nothing?
"Okay, your gate is over there." Luke pulled me from my attention on Jon and Aline. "Get going kiddo."
"Thanks Luke." I picked up my bag onto my shoulder. I started walking towards the gate, but something stopped me.
Oh God…
I will not cry.
I will not cry.
I will not cry.
I will….
Most definitely cry.
I turned around, dropping my bags on the ground and jogging back to my parents. I wrapped my arms around Luke's shoulders, holding on tight. My mom held onto both of us. Oh God this was embarrassing for me. I never cry. But I was going to miss the hell out of them.
"Aw Little Sis." Jon came up behind us. I let go of Luke to hug him. Which was even more embarrassing considering I kicked him in the shins only about eight minutes ago.
"Whose going to back me up whenever someone pisses me off?"
"Hey now, Red." Jon pulled away to look at me. "You do a very good job at defending yourself alone. You don't need me."
"Yes I do." I sniffed.
"Hey." He said putting a finger where a tear was just under my left eye. "No you don't."
Flight 260, frontline, boarding.
"You ought to go, Red." I nodded, and picked up my bags.
"Love you guys." I said to all of them.
"Hey, midget." Rob called me. "If you're worried about someone messing with you, just call me I'll be there in a hustle. Besides, I'm sure a lot sexy celebrities would want a piece of this handsome pie." He smirked. I laughed.
"You are such an asshat."
"But your favorite." He smiled. "Now go."
I nodded, and pulled my bag up higher. And I slowly moved away from them, joining up with Aline, and Alex.
Of course I had to pee on the plane like a million times, because I couldn't stop drinking water. I watched Colorado slowly disappear out the window. I know what you are thinking. I'm a little girl who pretends to be badass. Dude, that's not it. I'm not afraid to be away from mommy and daddy. I know I can take care of myself. What I was so worried about was… once I was done with school…
Would I ever really get to go home again….?
Simon: I look nothing like Reid.
Me: I think you look cuter as Reid.
Simon: Why?
Me: Reid is adorable, and I love his hair!
Simon: I'm not adorable?
Me: Of course you are, just not as adorable as Reid.
Jace: And Reid isn't as adorable as me! *Smirk*
Me: I thought that guys like you don't admit to being adorable?
Simon: Yeah!
Jace: Any kind of adjective that suggests me being attractive is a wonderful description for me.
Me: Well... you are right though, Reid's adorable, but not as adorable as you.
Jace: I rest my case.
Simon: *Rolls eyes*
Me: *To Simon* Sorry...
Jace: Read and Review! =)