AN: I own the Mortal Instruments…. No wait sorry I forgot… Cassandra Clare does. I also don't own Grease which is where I got my idea for this chapter.

Again I am younger than the majority of fanfiction writers so sorry for any errors.


Clary's Pov:

2 weeks later.

Movement.

Moving slowly, moving fast. We are all moving. Up and down, round and round.

My life is a rollercoaster, it steadily goes up and up until it hits the peak where it sends me crashing down. Then it starts again, waiting for the next passenger to get on and crash with me.

But it's not just life that moves.

Words do to.

Words get heard and they get passed a long, from person to person. No matter what time or place, words will be shared, whether it's about her, or him. Words cause pain too. They can cause more pain then getting punched in the face by a boxer and that hurts a lot… trust me, I'd tell you about it but that's another story for another time lets just say it involved cookies and a concussion.

I've heard words, more than others I suspect, words about the way I look, the way I dress, about my family, about my friends, about what I do at home. And those words are slowly penetrating the wall I put up, I thought it was getting better but the rumours, the words are back. And worse than ever.

"Did you hear about that Clary girl? I heard that she sells herself."

"I heard that she killed somebody."

"Did you know that she used to be 200kg?"

"She kills puppies for enjoyment!"

"Her boobs are so obviously fake." They're not by the way, you can keep that silicon away from me thank you very much.

Now I know that some of the things 'they' say are preposterous but some hit to close to home. I had liked being unnoticed, unseen, unheard of but then I met Izzy and she insisted that she took me under her wing, a long with Alice of course. As soon as we became close the words started again. I can't handle it. I know I'm not at high school anymore but Lockwood may as well be. A university for the arts (including dance), English and science majors and it doesn't take anyone over 30. So basically it's a school for big kids who act like little ones, -sigh-.

Apparently Izzy says that the only reason that they are saying all this is because they are jealous of me… I don't think that could be. I mean why would they be jealous of a girl who lies to everyone she loves, who says she's 'fine' whatever that means… who cries every night and who has an abusive parent. It's not like I'm even pretty, I mean seriously I used to be a daggy little art student. I only changed my look to leather jackets and skinny jeans because I wanted to be seen, to not be thought of as a weak, little, flat-chested baby (Jace might've been a contributing factor)... but I hadn't wanted to be seen this much!

I can't be who I really am or there is going to be a lot of fists flying, tears shed and words heard and they might not all be from me, hopefully they would be from that bitch Aline (god I hate her).

My life was never easy at home, I used have school/Lockwood to get away from them (for any confusion 'Them' is Him, Jon and my lifeless, emotionless mother)… but now I have nowhere.

Nowhere to go….

Nowhere to cry,

Nowhere to finally be…

Me.


Jace's Pov:

"I've got chills, they're multiplying and I'm losing control. Because the power you're supplying is electrifying." Its funny how cliché our lives can be, two sentences from a song (You're the one that I want, Grease) fit my life so well right now. Every time I see Clary, a shiver runs down my spine. I accidentally brush my arm up against hers, I'm electrified. There's a feeling deep in my gut, a feeling I can quite describe, a feeling I've never felt before and honestly it petrifies me. Is this feeling love or just a longing to be loved? Would someone as real and beautiful as Clary ever have interest in me? Sure, I'm amazingly handsome and incredibly hot, but Clary needs more than that she needs someone who is stable, loving, caring…

Someone who's not me...

Speaking of the green-eyed beaut here she comes… right this way… towards me…

Oh crap… she looks pissed, what have I done this time?

"Jace Herondale! Can you tell your little sluts that I am not dating you, please?" She says with an aspirated sigh.

"And why should I do that?" Nice going Jace, great way to get her to like you, be an asshole (sarcasm is a wonderful tool, yes?)

"Because we're not! Isn't that enough? Or is big, bad Herondale liking the rumours about a weak wittle girl huh?" I feel terrible, but she has to know that she doesn't get to me at all, even if she makes my knees weak at one look.

"Calm down little Red if I do do what you ask what's in it for me?"

"What's in it for you huh? Well maybe so I know that you actually have a heart and we can get on with our lives with out hearing about how '"Jace and Clary are obviously going out and were apparently having a hot make out outside the bar."" Oh and also all the other self-respecting girls will like you again. Or maybe you like the fact that the girls still go after you even if you are 'dating' someone. But this entire thing has earned me all of the slutty female population to hate me and to spit filthy rumours about me at every turn." And with that my feisty little Red turned her heel and walked away. All I got from that is how hot she is when she's angry.

She reminds me a lot of someone I used to know, someone I used to love.

Kaelie.


Thanks guys, that's it for another chapter. I try and establish their back stories and struggles before I develop the plot further.

Thanks to the people that have read it from the beginning and to the knew people thanks as well, haha.

A future warning, I am from Australia so I wont say Mom etc and you may read some other Aussie lingo like Beaut, Bloke, and so much more.

Kaelie will come up soon!

Thanks again!

Xx Innocent Fangs; M ~*~