Arrhythmia
by: Tyrelle Elise
Hi there :) So I'm finally updating! Yay! Haha. Again, I want to thank everyone who gave this fic a chance. The reviews, favorites and follows are so very much appreciated. They are what motivates me more in writing this story. And um, I'm sorry if this chapter is short, I sort of had a writer's block and school is kind of consuming more of my time nowadays. I'm sorry (again)!
I hope you like this chapter, anyway. I promise, the next ones will be way better.
OOC Alert: As some of you may have noticed, I have a problem with characterization when it comes to fanfics. So if you expect the characters in here to act the same way that they do in TMI, then I'm sorry, but this fic is not for you.
Disclaimer: The characters and names used in this story is not mine. They were all created by the wonderful Cassandra Clare. The plot and pretty much everything, though, is rightfully mine and mine to brag alone (kidding!).
Arrhythmia
Chapter 2: Booked
-CLARY-
The usual eight-minute ride from our house to school felt longer for me this morning. I woke up late again and had to skip breakfast in order to not be late. What's worse is that the subway train that stops closest to our school had already left when I arrived at the station so I had to wait for the next one. And above all, I was mostly annoyed because of an extra baggage that I had to carry with me – Jace Herondale's bag.
Last night, after explaining to Mom what happened as best and as honest as I could, I quickly rushed off to my room, mumbling some excuses about not being hungry at all and the likes. After I changed into my pj's, I went to my study table to do my homework when I noticed something – I have brought home two bags.
JACE HERONDALE!
Oh. Oh, right. There was a bag on the passenger's seat of his car and he told me to put it on my lap when I climbed in to sit. And… shoot. In my hurry to get out of the car, I accidentally carried it with me!
Oh my gosh. Now my hopes of not ever seeing or being associated with him anymore just got crushed. I am not so excited for school. For sure, Jace Herondale will come hunting me to retrieve his bag.
I was brought back to the real world by the sound of a chair being pulled back. I looked up to see my lunch mate yesterday already making himself comfortable in his seat.
"Hi," he said, smiling at me a little.
"Hello," I smiled and then continued to sip on my orange juice.
"I hope you won't mind me joining you again for lunch?" he asked while munching on his sandwich.
"Nope," I replied as I drank the last of my drink.
He just nodded his head and continued to eat.
"Clary!" I heard someone shout my name and then saw a boy running towards me.
"Simon? What is it?" I asked.
For a moment, Simon eyed my lunch-mate but then returned his attention back to me. "I was wondering if you're free this weekend."
Surely I am free this weekend. But I won't admit it yet. "Why?" I asked.
He swallowed. "Um. It's Isabelle Lightwood's birthday party and they said anyone could come." I think I know where this is going. "Would you… um… perhaps like to come with me?"
I heard my lunch-mate cough a little. I decided to ignore it.
Isabelle Lightwood. The daughter of the Lightwood Family, owner of this academy. Of course everyone in the school would be invited to her birthday celebration, but knowing the reality of this academy and its web of social relationships, only a few people could actually party and enjoy the event. "Uh, Simon, I get it that you want to come. But why with me?"
Simon looked embarrassed. "It's uh. Because they have a policy for this year's party. You have to have a date so you could attend." He looked down at his hands. "It's okay of you say no."
I really want to say no. But looking at Simon and knowing that he has this crush on Isabelle, I just can't. He looks like he's really desperate to go to the party. "Okay," I said, which evidently brightened him up. "But on one condition," I added.
"Okay, what is it?" He asked excitedly.
"You should greet her a happy birthday," I said.
He flushed. "But…"
"No 'buts', Simon. It's either that or you won't be able to go there at all."
He seemed to think of it. "Okay," he said. "Thanks, Clary!" And then he ran away. It was then that I realized that my lunch-mate might have overheard us talking but when I turned to look at him, he was already gone.
Now where is Jace Herondale? I've been carrying his bag for almost the whole day and I still haven't seen even a shadow of him. What does he think of me? His personal maid who'd be willing to go around carrying his bag?!
"Looking for me?" I heard a voice ask and I didn't need to look to see who the owner of the voice is.
I let out a sigh. "Yes."
A chuckle. "Why, I didn't think you'd miss me this much already. It's not even twenty-hours yet since we were last together."
I tried not to roll my eyes. "Who says I miss you? I just want to give you back your bag."
"Clary!" A voice shouted from across the field. Uh-oh. Simon, not now please.
Jace Herondale acted as if he didn't hear the voice. "Now give it back to me," he said smugly.
I was about to give it to him when an idea suddenly popped out of my head. "Not so fast, Herondale," I said as I pulled the bag towards me, which raised an eyebrow from him.
"What is it this time, honey?" he asked.
On my peripheral vision, I saw that Simon has finally reached us. "Clary, I have some updates about the party," he announced.
That caught Jace's attention. "Do you know this person?" he asked me.
"Uh, yeah," I replied.
Jace gave Simon one full look and then returned his attention back to me. "So… what were you saying about my bag?"
I took a deep breath. "I'm only giving it to you on one condition," I stated.
Jace only looked amused. "And that condition is?"
"If you quit messing with me."
Jace laughed. "But darling, I am not messing with you." He's smiling. Damn him.
I glared at him. "Yes you are. All the bad things that happened to me these past weeks all boil down to you."
Jace just laughed and I can't help but notice that Simon is restless beside me. I motioned toward him. "Come on, Simon, let's talk about what you wanted to tell me a while ago." I looked at Jace and threw him his bag. "Leave me alone." And then I stalked off, praying that Simon followed my lead and that Herondale won't follow me.
"What's with you two?" Simon asked as he hurried to catch up behind me.
"Nothing," I answered nonchalantly, hoping that he won't ask further.
"It didn't look like nothing," Simon remarked and I can't help but get annoyed. We're just starting to be friends and here he decides to ask personal stuff. I tried to hide my annoyance. "So, what were you talking about the party?" I asked, trying to change the topic.
Simon reddened. "Uhm.. uh... the truth is... I don't really have anything to say. I was just walking and then I saw you with Jace Herondale - I don't know why you're with him - and I figured you were feeling uncomfortable and since you agreed to go with me..."
"You thought you would help me," I finished for him. I sighed. "I appreciate your effort, Simon, but you didn't have to do that."
He just nodded."I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I assured him. "I gotta go now, bye!" I said before leaving.
"Madame Dorothea is inviting us over for dinner this weekend," mom announced over our little family dinner.
"I can't go," dad said immediately, not looking at mom.
A sad expression passed over mom's face but it vanished quickly. "It's okay, I'm sure she would understand. I'll be fine with the kids."
I felt this sudden guilt wash over me. "Uhm… Mom? Actually, I can't go, too." I said in a voice that could barely be heard.
Mom, Dad, and Jonathan all looked surprised. "You can't come? Why?" Mom asked, sounding disappointed.
"Um… my friend asked me to accompany him to the birthday party of Isabelle Lightwood, the daughter of the owner of my school."
Jonathan scoffed. "I didn't know you have friends."
I just glared at him while Mom sent him a warning look. She studied me for a moment. "It's okay, dear, I understand. I'm glad that you're slowly coming out of your shell." She smiled at me before shoving the spoon in her mouth.
I looked at Dad and he just nodded at me. "Just make sure nothing bad happens," he said.
"I doubt that," Jonathan said to which I just rolled my eyes.
It was at night, after doodling on my journal, that I realized one thing: I am going to a rich person's party.
And I don't have anything to wear that would fit to the occasion.
Shoot.
-End of Chapter-
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