Hey guys! Avanymous here.

I'm sorry for not updating sooner. I just could not bring myself to write this

chapter.

Tons of thoughts but I just. Did. Not. Want. To. Write. Them. Down.

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Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving! And my birthday was on the 16th, so now I'm one year closer to death! Jk lol. I hope you like this chapter!

Chapter has been edited by the lovely Paradoxing.

Disclaimer: all characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

Clary

Through my closed eyes, I could see sunlight. I pulled the blankets around me tighter and snuggled deeper into the bed. It smelled of something familiar but I couldn't quite place it. Especially not with how much I drank, or at least, how much I thought I drank. If I did drink as much as I thought I did, I would be experiencing the biggest hangover I'd ever felt.

I felt sick to my stomach and a massive headache was edging its way in.

I laid in the bed for ten more minutes before forcing myself to get up. The sunlight filtering in through the cracks of the curtains was blinding me. From what I could tell, it seemed to be about nine o'clock in the morning, but I wasn't sure.

In my sitting position on the bed, I tried to remember what had happened after my fight with Sebastian. I remembered lying on the balcony floor of this room, but what happened after that? I vaguely remembered a moving gold object, but what the hell was gold and moving?

Trying to recall the events of last night was giving me a migraine even bigger than the one I already had. I was still in my dress from last night. There were wrinkles everywhere and some black splotches. Speaking of which, I turned my head to see that the majority of the white pillow case I had been sleeping on was smudged with gray. Apparently, I had been crying. I didn't know how I felt about that. I wasn't much of a crier. The last time I cried was in sixth grade when my grandmother died. My grandmother and I had been very close. She was the type of person that always got her way. If my mom said no to going somewhere, my grandmother had a way of convincing her to change her mind. I don't know how she did it, but she worked magic. I missed her everyday.

Shaking myself from memories of my grandmother, I grabbed the blanket from the bed, wrapped it around my head and body and put my phone, which was on the nightstand next to my bed, into my bra. Then I got off the bed and made my way to the door.

Everything was so bright! I shielded my eyes from the light and trudged walking down stairs. I was practically blind and deaf, since my eyes were shielded and my ears had a deafening ringing in them.

When I reached the kitchen, the scent of fresh waffles hit me, making me

realize I was ravenous. Looking up, I saw that Sebastian was at the stove, flipping pancakes while Alec was making waffles with the waffle maker.

My heart sank. If Alec was here, then surely Isabelle was here as well. I had managed to avoid Isabelle throughout the night, but if she was here as well, then I couldn't avoid her any longer.

I slowly looked around the kitchen and saw that Isabelle was indeed here. She was munching on waffles in a bathrobe. I avoided looking at her as I pulled out a stool from under the counter and sat down.

"Hey, Clary," Alec said to me, nodding his head while pouring batter into the waffle maker.

"Hey," I stated plainly. I didn't know if Alec knew what was going between Isabelle and me.

My question was answered when Isabelle continued to munch on her food and didn't say a word to me. Alec looked between us, eyebrows raised and a worried expression on his face.

Sebastian turned around and said hesitantly, "Hey, Clary."

I didn't say anything for a moment, hesitating between saying something or nothing at all. I knew my anger towards him was irrational and I knew I should forgive him, but...

I decided to nod curtly. "Hey."

Sebastian's face dropped a little but quickly pulled back into a calm expression as he went back to flipping pancakes. I grabbed a waffle from the plate in the middle of the counter and poured maple syrup onto it. I had figured out that the gold, moving object was a person but I couldn't figure out who it was. I looked around the room for a blonde, but couldn't find one. Who was that person? What did they do to me? What happened between us? Did I tell my whole story to a stranger?

These thoughts floated through my head as I ate my breakfast silently. The tension between Isabelle and me was high. Ever so often, I would glance up and find her watching me, but her eyes would dart away so fast that I wasn't sure if I just imagined her looking at me or not.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I groaned and fished it out from under the blankets and out of my bra. Glancing down at it, I rolled my eyes. It was Jon, my brother, texting me. He was warning me that our parents were going to be home in a half hour and that I had to get my butt home if I didn't want to be grounded.

I stood up, gathering the blankets around myself again. "My parents are going to be home in a half hour and if I don't want to get my ass kicked for not being home last night, I got to go. Great party, by the way. I had fun…I think." I backed out of the kitchen, Alec and Sebastian calling their goodbyes.

As soon as I left the kitchen, I got another text. This time it was from

Sebastian. I looked confusedly behind me then back down at my phone. The text read, I'll make it up to you. I promise.


So this chapter was super short considering that I hadn't updated in almost a month. But considering that I did not want to write it, at least I got it to 1k words.

I'll try to have more motivation for the next chapter.

Chapter question: if you could live anywhere, where would you live and why?

Answer: London, England. I would live there because it's a big, bustling city, it's in Europe, and I've just always wanted to live there.

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-Avanymous