Disclaimer: All rights and characters belong to Classadra Clair, the author of The Mortal Instruments.
Author's Note...: SORRY GUYS! I know I said I would try to update every other day, but I got swamped with homework . So now I'm changing my update days, I'm going to TRY to update on weekends...AGAIN SORRY!
Anyway, enjoy! ^.V
I didn't hate him before; he was just annoying. Now, I do. Now he gets no mercy. I want to cut him into a million pieces, starting with his fingers. The same fingers that were connected to the hand he raised to ask, in front of the whole class, if he could be partners with me for the project.
I wanted to die on the spot.
I wanted him to die on the spot.
I wanted to kill him on the spot.
But, I didn't because the bell rang. It was too late though, the teacher had already agreed. Shit.
I storm down the hallway as fast as I can without people thinking I'm crying over a breakup or something (quietly though, because I don't like drama and attention, but drama seems to find me anyway).
"Hey Redtop!" Shit, he's following me. I glance at my schedule while walking and trying to ignore him. Crap, my next hour is my free hour, who gives a free hour after fucking homeroom?
I'm suddenly met with a face full of shirt.
"Oh, sorry! Sorry!" I look up at the source of the voice. Damn, this guy's eyes are as blue and pretty as a fucking topaz, and he's tall. Like a giraffe…well, no, but whatever, he's tall. "Are you okay?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." I snap out of my thoughts.
"Hey, are you new? I don't remember seeing you last year. I'm Alec," I look over my shoulder, only half listening to the guy, and see Goldtop jumping around trying to make his way towards me.
"Uh, yeah, I'm Clary…look, I have to go." I continue to rush down the hall to…where the hell am I going? I pause to look at my map: Library, courtyard park type thing, lunchroom, gym…fuck it, I'm going outside.
I look over my shoulder and stare a little bit. The guy I bumped into, what was his name…Alex? Anyway, he's talking to Goldtop. Not just talking, he's…distracting him. Every time Goldy looks over his shoulder, he casually shoves him back.
Whatever, I'll take it. I navigate my way towards the exit, dodging people and ignoring the annoying chatter. Once I'm outside, I go behind the school and climb a tree. God, I feel pathetic, I'm climbing a tree to get away from a guy.
I pull out a book and lean against the trunk.
"Clary? Claary. Clary!" My eyes snap open. Shit, I fell asleep.
"You know, it's dangerous to wake someone in a tree," I look down.
"How long have you been up there?" It's uh…the guy. What's his name…
"What time is it?"
"School just ended."
"Shit," I climb down and walk towards the parking lot. "Sebastian's gonna kill me."
"Who's Sebastian?"
"I'm sorry, who are you?"
"I-uh, I'm Alec. We, uh, bumped into each other earlier…"
"…right," I spot Sebastian impatiently sitting on his car and run over.
"Clary! What the fuck were you doing?" I ignore him as he hops off the car and open the door. "Where were you all day?"
"Uh, Clary?" Sebastian's head whips around to look at Alec.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Alec. Clary-"
"How do you know my sister?"
"We, uh, bumped into each other. Er, Clary-"
"Bumped into each other?" Sebastian says accusingly.
"Sebastian shut up! Let him finish!" I shout.
"Um, er-Jace said he wants to talk to you…"
"Jace? Who's Jace?" I roll my eyes and get in the car. "Clary, who. Is. Jace?" He asks, getting in the car. "Clary, who the fuck are all of these guys? Who is Jace?" I don't say anything. "Clary!"
"I don't know, okay? I don't know!" He doesn't respond to my outburst and doesn't say anything until we get home.
"How was your first day?" Mother asks as we walk in. I ignore her and go to my room, but I can hear Sebastian blabbing off.
I pull out my book again, only to be interrupted by a knock and my mother walking into my room. "Clary, sweetie?"
"Yes mom?" I say looking at her innocently.
"I got calls that you were missing for your 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th hour…"
"I fell asleep," I say bluntly. She looks confused while thinking of what she should say in response.
"Well, er, don't fall asleep…"
"Mhmm," I look back at my book.
"Clary? Claarry!" She stamps her foot and gives an exasperated sigh.
"Mom, you're not two."
"That's supposed to be my line!"
"Not when you're the one acting like you're two."
"Gah! You're just so…GAHHHHH!" She lifts her hands in defeat and walks out of the room.
I settle back in with my book.
2 peaceful hours of reading later, the phone rings. Not just any ring, this is a ring that gives a premonition of ticking me off.
Someone picks up the phone and I wait. Sebastian, in a very irritated voice, calls my name and tells me to pick up the phone. I pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Redtop?" I hang up.
The phone rings again.
