Sorry it's late- I've been having a through some struggles at the moment. Please understand that it has been a while since I written any Fanfiction. Any advice or opinions are really appreciated xx
Back at the Institute, Isabelle insisted on watching the Hangover (which I did not mind at all) and painting my nails. That wasn't my thing but I decided to let her carry on. She chose a silver colour that had sparkles in- quite pretty.
"Ugh, he has tantrums like that but usually they have an obvious trigger, like someone's drunk the last of the orange juice or whatever." Isabelle has been going on about Jace for ages. I wanted her to just leave it as I was having enough trouble getting his golden eyes out of my head.
"I hear most men are like that," I murmur, staring blankly at the telly.
"Well, anyway," Isabelle said but she seemed short on what to say. I wanted, in that moment, to go home and lay down. I wanted my dad. I didn't want to be stuck in this awkward situation with a girl who seemed nice but a girl I had to lie to and keep my identity unknown.
"When am I going to learn to fight? I mean, I know tonight was like training but I'd like to know how to fight myself." I was so cautious. I was worried that if I'd ask too much these Shadowhunters would get annoyed and push me to the kerb.
"Mother said you could start tomorrow. Though, I think tomorrow we should go shopping because you can't train naked- you could but I don't recommend it." Isabelle finished painting my pinky finger. "Do not move or touch anything for ten minutes."
So I sat there, wishing the ground would swallow me up. "Couldn't we go shopping in the morning and train in the afternoon?" I just wanted to get this training over, the more time I spent here the more likely I am to form friendships or worse, a serious crush on that gorgeous, amber eyed hottie.
"Yup, though I have Demonology, so I'll just tell you what to practice and leave you to get used to the training room or Jace or Alec could help if-"
"I'm sure I'll get by on my own, I should probably just get used to- I don't know- kicking and punching things." I bite my lip. This deception would be easier if everyone acted more like Alec. If they were hateful, perhaps I wouldn't feel so guilty about this. "Anyway, I'm going to get a coffee, do you want anything?"
Isabelle looked up, one of her carefully plucked eyebrows raised. "Coffee at this time of night? No thanks, I'm off to bed. See you in the morning." She switched off the DVD and then she was gone. And I was alone. Again.
I made my way to the kitchen, my footsteps and breathing the only sounds I could hear. The institute was so large that when it was silent, the silence was deafening. Once, I was in the kitchen, I realised Isabelle was right. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to drink coffee now. I needed rest if I am to train tomorrow. Instead, I settled on a glass of water. I sat on when on the many stools and thought of the events of the evening.
Then I heard a creak.
