CHAPTER 7

"Clary?" Simon asked. "What?" I turned, and giggled. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. I've been smiling stupidly since I got to school. It wasn't normal of me to do that and apparently Simon noticed. He raised an eyebrow and sighed.

"Come on, let's skip school," I said. "W-what?" Simon asked, bewildered. "I've never skipped school. Clary what is wrong with you?" he half-shouted. I shrugged and giggled. Simon stared at me. He put his hand to my forehead. "Gosh you're burning hot! I'm going to call your mom," he said and took out his phone. "You have my mom's phone number?" I asked in shock. He waved it off and speed dialled the number.

I heard him talking to the receiver and ignored him, still incredibly happy with myself. "Your mom's on her way," Simon told me. I didn't respond, just smiled. A couple of students who walked by looked at me like I'm some crazy person but it's okay. I don't care.

"Hey, snap out of it!" Simon said exasperatedly. "I'm gonna get to class. You stay out of trouble, okay?" he said before dashing the other way to our next class. I exited school and saw my mom waving from the car.

"Mom, can we go get frozen Fanta?" I asked, smiling. "Yeah, sure," mom said suspiciously. "What's wrong with you?" she asked and pulled out of the driveway. "Nothing. Just…..Simon asked the same question thousands of times today," I said.

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I was at the shop, buying some things like chocolate and my frozen Fanta when I saw him. Jace. He was leaning against a blonde with pink highlights. And he was smiling, happy. My eyes start to water. No, not now. I don't want to cry now, especially not in front of him. I choked on a sob and Jace turned his head in my direction. His smile was gone in mere seconds.

His lips mouthed my name. Desperate to hold back my tears, I ran outside towards my mom. "Let's go," I muttered.

"What happened?" mom asked concerned. The tears threatening to spill. "Nothing," I forced a weak smile. I got out my ipod and turned up the volume, as loud as I dared to. I don't think I'll cry, for now.

We got home and I hurriedly ran upstairs. "Clarissa?" Genevieve asked as she knocked on the door softly. "Go away, I'm not okay," I replied. By now, I can't stop crying. I let the tears roll down, not even bothering to wipe it. "Yes, I know. I brought you some medicine," she said. "I don't want them!" I yelled.

I heard her go away. I hate to do that to her but right now, I don't feel like making anyone happy. What did I ever do to anyone? I was thinking of something. Something stupid. Once you've done it, you can never undo it.

I need to think thoroughly before doing it. Do I really want to? Or is it because I have to? My dad doesn't even want me, the guy I like don't really like me. My mom would get over it soon, just like she got over dad. Come to think of it, there's really nothing for me to continue living. I'm going to do it.

Sorry for the late update! This is the latest chapter I've ever updated and I feel horrible! I am experiencing, what others call 'writer's block'. I think this is just a filler because it is really short. The shortest I've written. Like, ever! So, what do you think?