This part got a little twisted up, since Isabelle got ratted while Simon didn't. In any way, hope you like this chapter!
Hi. Sorry for the late update. Everything was chaotic (as usual) and it must be testing season or something, because I could not catch a single break.
Arcoirizada, nikitabella, Alexia ShadowDemon, and Guest (guest), thank you so much for your reviews and support!
Here's the new update. Hope you enjoy!
The Shadow World
Chapter Four
Clary stumbled her way back to the dorms and fell asleep in her frilly clothes.
When she woke, she nearly screamed.
First of all, she wore her pajamas, not the party gear. Second of all, Isabelle was snuggled up in her blankets, her bed strewn with clothes.
It must have been a dream. It must have been a really, really, honest-to-goodness crazy dream.
"Hey, Isabelle," Clary said.
Isabelle woke up groggily. "What?"
"Where were you last night?" Clary tried not to sound too pokey.
"We went out for some drinks..."
Clary's breath hitched.
"We went to the Java Jones. You were so tired even that super black coffee that made me hyperactive couldn't snap you awake. You fell asleep right on that bar. Alec had to carry you back. Goodness sake, that was so embarrassing. Alec is still probably trying to scrub those drool stains from his favorite black leather jacket right now."
Clary's face burned. "Oh. OK,"
Why did Isabelle's version of what happened last night seem so... fake?
There was no time to waste.
Clary brushed her teeth, showered, tucked herself into a hoodie and jeans and grabbed her books. She just only realized that it was a Friday! She could go home soon! She would see Simon again!
For a really weird reason, Clary couldn't wipe her ridiculously crazy (and a little bit creepy) grin off her face. She was STILL grinning when she stumbled into Greenburg's lesson.
She was still grinning when she bashed into Jace.
"Ack!" Clary yelped as her books flew everywhere.
Her grin vanished.
Jace didn't even look fazed when he strode away as if she wasn't even there.
How rude.
Clary scrambled for her books and stumbled off to her next class.
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At Kingsley's, you go home every Friday. Your parents either pick you up, or you drive home by yourself, or you take the bus.
Clary was counting on her mom driving her back.
Unfortunately, Jocelyn was busy. She had this massive art gala to attend, so Clary had to take the one and a half hour bus ride home and walk a kilometer.
Isabelle, of course, had no such problems. She drove a sleek dark purple Porsche, decorated with girly stuff.
Clary watched enviously on the road. Isabelle's Porsche seemed to glide so much smoother and faster than the clunky old bus. In less than a minute, Isabelle's car sped past the bus and disappeared into the distance.
Maia listened to her Ipod, humming along. Clary doodled in her sketch pad.
Not knowing what to draw, Clary glanced out the window while her hands guided themselves. Despite everything, Clary had to admit that the scenery was exotically beautiful.
"You know what, Clary?" Maia said.
Clary glanced over.
"If you really want him to actually notice you, you gotta just go talk to him,"
"What?" Clary asked.
Maia snorted and started scrolling through her playlist.
Clary glared at her sketchpad and groaned.
Why in the word did she draw a picture of Jace?
Clary tore the sheet out furiously and crammed it into her bag. It didn't matter if it was one of the best pictures she ever drew. Why can't Jace just get out of her head and give her one freaking second as a break?
(((())))
Clary grabbed her bag and stumbled off the bus.
"Simon!"
the cry tore itself from her lips as she flew into Simon's arms. Simon grinned and hugged her back.
"Hey, Clary!" he said happily.
Her attention switched itself to the rusty old van Simon must have bribed Eric to let him borrow.
"You got the van!" Clary said, delighted.
"Yeah. I got it just now," Simon adjusted his glasses. "I wanted to drive you back, but my mom wouldn't let me..." Simon looked a bit sheepish.
"Does it matter?" Clary asked. She gave Simon a quick peck on the cheek. Simon looked stunned at first, but later on even more sheepish, though there was a tint of satisfaction on his face.
"How was Kingsley's?" he asked.
"I'll tell you everything," Clary promised.
Well, everything except for Jace.
Jace's POV
Unknown to everyone, Jace was actually quite near, near enough to hear every word Clary said.
In fact, Jace was right above Clary, perched on a tree.
It was getting dusky, and shadow merged into shadow. Jace was a shadow himself, in his black shadowhunter gear and a black hat to disguise his light hair.
Jace watched Clary... ... ... talk with the mundane. What was his name again? Silas? Stefan?
Jace didn't know why he was feeling this at all. Why was his gut twisting?
Right. It must be because Clary, a pure blooded shadowhunter is mingling and socializing with, of all things, a dingy little mundane. What shameful behavior.
Wait. Let's give Clary a free pass this time, shall we? She doesn't know yet.
Jace's gut twisted oh-so-horribly when Clary gave Simon a quick kiss on the cheek.
Jace watched Clary board the honest-to-goodness found-in-the-junkyard van, brushing aside muffin crumbs and other better left unidentified bits of... stuff.
The rusty old van grunted to life, only after the mundane male practically forced in the ignition key in and stomped on the pedal so hard even Clary flinched.
Jace had no problem following the van. In fact, he could probably run faster than the van, even without runes to help.
After ensuring that Clary returned safely home, Jace slipped into Isabelle's Porsche and drove back to the Institute, though making a small detour to the nearest 7Eleven for a quick soda.
This is a quick chapter, though I promise more action will come later on. Next chapter will be an interesting one.
