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"Five of Hearts."
A pair of piercing blue eyes looked into hers. "I call..." he stopped, looking at the girl's natural smirk.
"Go on." She announced.
"Bullshit." He said, less confident.
"Just a friendly tip, from one Shadowhunter to another," Clary smiled, putting down the old card. Five of Hearts. "Don't bullshit me, baby Herondale."
"Can you stop calling me that?" Iwan asked rolling his eyes.
"When you can get your shit together and actually win this game you oh-so-proudly called yourself the 'master of' earlier, we can discuss it." Clary smiled. Her voice was as cold and bored as always, but her smile warmed her features.
"Ha-ha." Iwan faked, his cards still clutched in his hands. He had spent a little time with Clary the past few days, because the Morgenstern girl had been avoiding her classes. Iwan didn't really know what had happened, but a rumour floating around the Academy told the tale of how Clarissa Morgenstern, daughter of Valentine Morgenstern, the most evil Nephilim of the century, tried to kill a boy. Something Iwan though sounded highly unlikely, but rumours were always based on some sort of truth. Whatever Clary had done, she could not hate herself more for it even if she tried.
Iwan put down his cards, "You know what?" he asked, "I don't want to play this stupid game no more." He didn't wait for Clary's guess, mostly because it wouldn't come.
"Fine." Clary nodded, "Tired of always losing?" she smirked.
"No, but I have to get to class, something you should consider, too." He told her, his voice sounded childish as he spoke.
"I can take care of myself, Iwan." Clary snapped at him, getting up from the chair she was sitting in.
"I didn't say you couldn't." Iwan answered, "I just think you're being really stupid for throwing away what you have here."
"What did you just say?" Clary hissed annoyed.
"I said-"
"No, you idiot, I heard you." Clary rolled her eyes.
"Oh, so that was just for a dramatic effect?" Iwan laughed, watching Clary's eyes turn darker with her easily playable temper.
"Iwan, go to class." She said, her tone too calm for Iwan's wit to throw another comment her way. He nodded, threw his backpack over his shoulder and left.
Clary watched as the blond boy left the library.
Clary had a thing for libraries. They were always so quiet, most people tended to stay as far away from libraries as they could get. Not that Clary understood why. The Shadowhunter Academy had what Clary believed to be all the books created by Shadowhunter and Downworlders in the world. They even held mundane books within their shelves, like Little Women, A Tale Of Two Cities and even a book called Dracula, which after picking it up, Clary thought it contained the best description of a vampire she'd ever read. The author of the Codex really could learn a thing or two from that book.
Clary moved to pick out a new book. She traced the books with her finger, reading the letter taped across the book's spine. A quiet click came from the other side of the room, and Clary turned.
"Shouldn't you be in class, Morgenstern?" a voice asked, a hint of sarcasm hiding behind his breath.
"Shouldn't you?" she replied annoyed.
"Of course," he laughed, "We have the same class."
Clary didn't bother giving the boy an answer.
"So, why are you still in hiding?" he asked, moving across the room.
"And why would I be in hiding?" Clary snorted loud.
"I dunno, maybe because everyone thinks you went all dark on me during the last AF class?"
It was true, she'd been avoiding everyone since the last advanced fighting class. It wasn't like she hadn't heard their whispers and noticed how everyone took a step back when she walked past them.
"Why the hell would I care what people think happened?" Clary asked Micah, who now stood only a few feet away from her. Leaning against the J to K section of the shelf.
"I don't know, because you really shouldn't. It was the vest, not you." He told her, sending her a cheeky smile, "Not that I don't think you could have done that if you wanted to, though." He added.
"Get lost." She snapped.
"Hey, hey, that was a compliment, Morgenstern." Micah laughed.
"And I don't really care." Clary looked at the boy, rolling her eyes.
Micah grinned, "Fine, I don't have to play nice," he bit the hollows of his cheeks, "I just wanted you to know I don't hold a grudge against you or anything."
Clary let out a cold laugh, "Lucky me."
Micah stepped back, "Whatever, Morgenstern, I don't have time for your childish behaviour." He turned around to leave.
"I'm sorry?" Clary laughed, "My childish behaviour?"
"Yeah." Micah replied.
"I'm not the one who came in here trying to get an apology out of someone who's not done shit to you." Clary's eyes darkened as she spoke.
"YOU STABBED ME!" Micah exclaimed frustrated.
"So? Do you really think you won't ever get hurt when you're out there, fighting the real enemy?"
"I-" Micah began, but Clary cut him off, "You're a damn Shadowhunter, Lovelace, act like one."
Clary noticed how Micah's cheeks and neck started to turn a hot red colour. His eyes left Clary, moving to his own two feet instead.
"Now, if there is not anything else completely unimportant you want to discuss, Lovelace, I have more important things to attend to today." Clary smirked, sending the boy storming angry through the library doors.
A few first year students, mundanes, Clary guessed by the lack of runes on their skin, looked at Clary with a fear burning in their features. One of them turned around as Micah disappeared out of sight. She pushed her friends along with her, getting out of Clary's way as fast as they possibly could.
All of Clary's surpressed anger was violently released on the nearest stack of books. Leaving a loud rumble as the books hit the floor. Clary new she'd been unreasonable with the other Shadowhunter, but he had been so incredibly right. Something that scared Clary more than anything else did. He was right about how she had been hiding and how she felt about what happened; it left Clary with a freezing feeling inside her. She hated when people were able to read her. She'd been used to Maggie and her father doing so, they knew her too well. Knew her every expression, her every emotion, but Micah, he'd barely ever spoken more than three words with her. How could he know how she felt?
xxxx
There was something wrong. He could feel it in the air. His already cold skin felt suddenly freezing. He heard the voices in the dark room, hoping they wouldn't notice him.
"Come out, come out where every you are, Lewis." Crap.
Simon pushed himself further inside the dark room. Hiding himself from the voices.
"Daylighter?" A girly voice sang in the darkness.
"We know you're here, don't be so shy, Simon." This voice he recognised.
"It's not like we're going to hurt you." The same voice as earlier told him. Simon could almost hear the vampire's smirk.
"No, we're just going to torture you until you give us what we want." The singing girl jumped in.
"Think what we could do if we were able to walk in the sun, Simon, don't you want to give us that?" The man asked.
Simon was trapped. He could hear the footsteps coming closer. Damn that Morgenstern girl, why did she have to be the one Shadowhunter he ever fed on? Simon noticed he'd stopped breathing. As he pressed closer to the wall, he started to look for possible escape routes. Simon felt something hit his foot; or rather fall heavily on his foot. Making a crashing sound as he moved backwards.
The three vampires all turned towards the sound. Simon jumped up, running as fast as he could manage in the dark. He felt something hard slam into him shoulder, sending him flying through the air.
"Didn't really think you could get away that easily, huh, Lewis?" the man asked.
His strong fingers wrapped around Simon's neck. Simon tried to speak, but the pressure on his neck kept him quiet.
"Now, how about being a little bit more cooperative?" he laughed, making Simon slam his hand into the vampire's stomach. He knew why they were all tracking him down, trying to capture him. After what had happened a few months ago, when the New York clan had taken Isabelle's brother and the other kid, something crazy had happened. And it didn't take long before the other vampires started to notice it too. It all started when Simon had accidentally picked a fight with a vampire going by the name, Stark. It had been rather brutal, seeing as Stark wasn't the calmest soul to start with. Simon was sent crashing through a large window. Right onto the sunlit streets of New York. And he had lived to tell the tale. Simon had brushed the accident off as luck, crazy, unbelievable luck, but some didn't believe him.
The vampire groaned. Loosening the grip on Simon. Giving Simon just enough time to jump out of the man's way. He moved as fast as he could across the room, slamming the door open and running outside. The sun had just started to peek through the morning clouds. Sending a beautiful orange glow down on the pale boy's skin.
xxxx
"Hi, how's everything going, sweetheart?" Clary smiled as she heard her mother's voice through one of the Academy's phones.
"Never been better." Clary replied sarcastic.
"Now, I'm just going to pretend you seriously meant that." Jocelyn laughed through the phone.
"Mother of the year." Clary answered, a smile spread across her face.
"I try." Her mother replied.
"You know, you would be doing a much better job if you let me go home." Clary told her.
"And we both know that's out of the question." Jocelyn answered, "Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I couldn't have brought you home, sweetheart."
"I know. It's my punishment." Clary answered with a bitter tone in her voice.
"Clary." Her mother pleaded, "I know this isn't the most ideal situation for you, but it certainly could be worse."
"Wow, what a great method of motivation you have, mother." Clary told her mother angry.
"I'm sorry, sweetie." Jocelyn sighed.
"You don't have to be sorry, mom, it's not really your fault." Clary admitted.
"Thanks." Her mother replied, relief showing in her voice.
The woman sitting behind the desk looked at Clary, "One minute."
Clary rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Clary I almost forgot," Jocelyn said excitedly, "Jon didn't want to say anything before he knew for certain, but he just got exchanged to London Institute."
Clary didn't reply right away, taking the words in carefully. "That's great, London Institute is really.. Prestigious." She answered.
"It is." Her mother replied happy, "But, don't you worry, Clary, he'll be home before you." Jocelyn laughed.
"Again, you sure know how to make someone feel better." Clary laughed.
"Times up." The woman behind the desk told Clary.
"But, you should tell him I'm happy for him, Jon needs to get out of the house a bit more often, it'll be good for him." Clary laughed.
"I'll tell him you said that." Jocelyn smiled.
"Times up." The woman repeated.
"Can't you see I'm still talking?" Clary muttered angry.
"I can, that's the problem."
Clary locked eyes with the grey-haired woman, a smirk forming on her lips, "You see this?" Clary help up her thumb and index finger, only an inch apart, "This is how much I care."
"Clary!" Jocelyn shouted into the phone after hearing her daughter speak.
"What?"
"You can't speak to someone that way!"
"I can speak whatever way I want." Clary snapped back.
The woman had turned away, clearly not wanting to anger the infamous Morgenstern girl.
"Clarissa, I will not-" Clary bit her lip, before breaking up her mother's sentence.
"Um, mom, I really can't talk." She told her, "You see, my time is up." Clary hung up, placing the phone on the desk before her mother had a chance to finish what she was saying.
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