So! Here's the new update!
Basically, I'm just sitting here munching on some pasta while typing (which is actually harder than it seems).
Hope it has enough... fun stuff to keep you guys entertained. Enjoy!
The Shadow World
Chapter Nine
The every day, Clary finally learned how horrific being Kaelie's enemy is.
Going from class to class, Clary hung out with Isabelle. Between classes, Jace tipped his head and acknowledged Clary, sometimes even saying, "Hi," or asking a casual question, like, "What'd ya get for the test?" or "Mind if I borrow a pen?" and such.
Kaelie just gave Clary the stinkiest look she can muster.
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During Lunch, Clary had the biggest shock of it all.
She sat with Aline (who turned out to be a shadowhunter but had left back to Alicante), Maia, Isabelle (duh), and a few others.
"Hey,"
Every head in the cafeteria swiveled towards Jace's gang. Alec had a vague frown on his forehead.
"Wanna sit with us?" Jace asked.
Isabelle picked up her tray and moved to the table. Clary just sat there, stunned.
"Yeah, you too," Jace said. "Maia can also come."
"Oh!" Clary fumbled. Maia gaped. Then, the two of them stumbled to the Popular Table.
The Popular Table was crowded with the Popular kids. Unfortunately, that included Kaelie, and her two sidekicks. Their expressions of shock was so funny Clary almost giggled. Seriously, some drool managed to trickle out of the corner of Kaelie's mouth before she managed to catch it and maintain her composure.
Clary sat down cautiously at the end of the table. Isabelle parked herself near Alec, flirting with some jocks. Maia perched beside Clary, eyes so wide Clary was surprised they didn't pop out of their sockets yet.
Maia's eyes widened even more when Jace sat next to Clary, crunching loudly on an apple. Any decent person would take a picture of the Xtra shock on Kaelie's face and post it on Facebook immediately.
"Hey," Jace said.
"Hi," Clary replied cautiously. She was suddenly very conscious of how she must look. Was her shirt too baggy? Was her hair too frizzy? Did the Zit Monster (Don't even get to that story) launch a flash attack in the last two seconds?
Suddenly, her pocket buzzed. It was a text.
Clary paled. She scrolled through line after line.
They were from Simon.
9:00 PM: Clary, clary, where r u? Your mom said that u're home. Plz reply!
10:00 PM: Gods, Clary, why aren't u replying?! Clary!
10:00 AM: Clary, r u at school? Cm on, clary! REPLY!
Clary's fingers flew as she returned every message.
It's OK, Simon! I'm OK! Ate something bad that day, had to get home. Call u later, K?
Feeling much more relieved, Clary took a bite out of her lasagna.
"The mundane?" Jace asked, contempt barely disguised in his voice.
"Yeah. So?" Clary said stiffly, face aflame. Then...
"Wait... how did you know about Simon?" Clary demanded.
"I've been keeping tabs on you," Jace replied lazily.
Clary was stifling, but she didn't say anything.
"Heeeeeeey..."
Clary nearly jumped out of her skin when Kaelie sat next to Jace and made herself at home.
"Heeeeeey," Jace replied in an equally leery drawl.
Clary frowned.
"Kaelie Whitewillow, member of the Seelie Court," Jace explained quickly before being drawn into a conversation that involved a lot of giggling, grinning, goggling and batting eyelashes.
Clary blinked. "She's Fae?"
"Along with her two sidekicks, yes," Jace answered before continuing to chat. For a very strange reason, Clary wanted to puke.
Fortunately, Isabelle barged in.
"Hey! Clary! Jace! You have got to come and see this!"
Dragging both of them away from the table, Clary laughed openly when she saw Maia goggling wide-eyed as a boy snorted chocolate milk out of his nose. The chocolate milk out of the nose part was funny, but Maia's expression was funnier. It was so ridiculous it was indescribable.
"Maia!" Clary giggled. "Your face..."
Maia walked right up to the boy and slapped him in the face before stalking out the cafeteria, face flaming.
"Well, that was a nice show," Jace drawled lazily, crossing his arms across his chest. Kaelie giggled.
Clary just grimaced.
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Clary picked up her books. Two more minutes, and it'd be Greenburg's class.
"Clarissa Morgenstern,"
Clary flinched. She turned around.
Kaelie.
"Kaelie," Clary scowled.
"You know," Kaelie twirled a lock of hair leisurely around an index finger. "Your father is a complete madman. Did you know that he wishes to wipe out all mankind?"
Clary pressed her lips tightly together.
"You don't know?" Kaelie's eyes widened dramatically. "OMG, you shadowhunters are so shallow! It's practically all Downworld gossip. I mean, how could you not know? Like, you're his daughter!"
"What is it?" Clary growled. She wanted to walk away, but for some reason, she just had to know!
"All right, like, your dad, Valentine, weird name, by the way. Like, who in the right mind would call themselves Valentine..."
"Get. To. The. Point," Clary squeezed the words through gritted teeth.
"Fine, fine, what's the rush?" Kaelie rolled her eyes.
"The rush is that I'll need to get to class in less than a minute!"
"Fine, whatever," Kaelie added another eye roll. "Valentine's gonna use the Mortal Cup, Sword and Mirror to destroy all mudanes and Downworlders! I mean, how freakishly diabolical can you get? So, he wants to kill, like, four kiddie Downworlders for his plans, and right now, every Downworld child less than sixteen is being locked up so that Valentine can't get his creepy fingers onto them. Isn't that disgusting?"
Clary's breath hitched. Her father. Killing children.
"Why?" Clary whispered.
"Like I would know!" Kaelie gave a sultry laugh. "Bet you would know, since the same dirty blood runs in your veins. Speaking of dirty things, you'd better say away from Jace and crawl back to whatever dirty mundane hole you've come from. Be careful, Clary! The Clave is coming after yooooooouuuuuuuu!" Kaelie called shrilly.
Clary blinked back a torrent of tears as she fled to her next class.
Maia's POV
Maia had never seen anything so disgusting in her life... apart from dead demons, of course.
Whatever Clary might think, Maia wasn't just the Maia Clary knew. The Maia Clary knew was the girl that frosted cakes at the Java Jones, listened to rock music, hung out with the regular kids.
Maia was a werewolf.
Only Isabelle knew that, and Maia could trust Isabelle. It's a long story.
Maia was a member of Luke's pack. Before the Change happened, Maia was just a regular girl, dating a regular guy, Jordan. When Jordan turned her, Maia left for Luke's pack. As a special favor, she kept an eye out for Clary.
Maia's hand barely ached. She didn't have the time to relish the smack and sting of the slap.
Striding down the hall, Maia thought about going to the Locker Room. She had a chocolate bar in her locker. Maybe...
Maia shrieked in pain when she walked face first into a mesh of silver. It burned her face, arms, hands, body. It must have been strung up to trip and trap her.
Maia stumbled back, falling to the ground in a disheveled heap, cinnamon colored hair a mess around her face. She gasped for breath, hands scrabbling frantically, nails elongating into claws.
Someone grabbed her shoulders. Maia readied her claws, but never had a chance to use them. That person... or creature rammed her back into the mesh. She shrieked.
Flailing around, Maia felt her claws sink into something. There was a muffled curse, and a spray of blood.
Another set of hands... human this time, but astonishingly strong held her down.
Something jammed a hypodermic needle into her arm.
Then, there was nothing left.
