Omg, okay. I am a terrible procrastinator. Well, after exams were done i did nothing, did nothing, and then wabaaaam today i hung out with friends then went out for dinner and all of a sudden its 6 30 and i still have to write half of a chapter !! :O!

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Chapter 9 – B**** Please

"Clary, if you don't get your ass out of bed then you'll be late for school!" Her father yelled, banging angrily on the door. Clary, scared by her father's harsh voice, automatically jumped out of bed. Her heart was racing as she tried to calm down. He was just trying to wake her up, nothing more. Then the pain in her body caught up to her motions, making her grimace.

She grabbed the clothes that she would wear that day. She decided on comfortable rather than fashionable, Jace had seen her in her pajamas so he wouldn't mind. She remembered her night with him and felt blush creep up to her cheeks. She remembered the softness of his lips on hers and how secure she felt with her head resting on his shoulder. She sighed, wishing that she could still be out in his cabin, safe in his warm arms.

She shuffled her feet to the bathroom in an attempt to not make any sudden movements which cause the pain to increase more. Once there, she discarded her bed clothes and looked at her body in the mirror. It was terrible. She could barely find parts of her torso that were not covered in bruises or hurting. Her ribs were the worst. They were covered in blues, yellows, greens and browns.

Clary winced at the sight of her body and covered it up with her favorite sweats and a long sleeve t-shirt. She studied her reflection and put make-up on her face where the discoloration around her nose where it had been hit and faint blemish on her cheek could still be seen. She didn't think that she was pretty, far from it. She had unruly curls that could never be tamed and was too small to be gorgeous. To top it off, she wasn't very well endowed so she looked younger than her age.

She left the bathroom and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where her father was eating breakfast. The atmosphere got immediately thick as she ignored his gaze. Clary opened the fridge and grabbed the first thing she saw. Taking it, she picked up her school bag and started her walk to school.

She walked by the Lightwood's house and silently wished that they would come out to go to school and offer her a ride. Unfortunately, the pristine white door stayed shut and she did not see Jace's angelic face come and welcome her. Fighting the frown that was threatening to form, she pushed her feet onwards. She was a strong individual; she didn't need Jace with her every second of everyday, no matter how much she wanted it.

She stood before the front doors of Idris High, wondering why she was here. Her body ached from her father's beating and she could use her head injury as an excuse to stay home. She closed her eyes and took a breath, opening the door and entering the school.

She immediately ran into someone. It wasn't hard, there were people running in every direction and with her eyes closed a collision was inevitable. The person was probably double her size and had been coming from her right at an unbelievable speed for school hallways. She was thrown off balance and landed with a gasp on her back. Her body felt as if it was on fire. Her attacker had elbowed her in the ribs and the pain had spread throughout her nerves.

She laid her head down, ignoring the stares and tried to dispel the pain with her deep breathing. It seemed like every time she took a deep breath a new flash of pain attacked her chest, forcing her to take short, quick breaths. Her heart still raced a thousand beats per minute and her eyes were clenched shut.

"Hey everyone! Look at Clary, she's so clumsy!" She heard someone laughing and opened her eye a crack to see who it was. She was rewarded with the sight of Aline pointing at her form sprawled on the floor, her other hand covering her mouth while she laughed. Everyone in the "popular kids" circle turned their heads to see what had caught Aline's attention.

They all saw Clary positioned awkwardly on the floor and none of them made an effort to help her up. Their laughs and giggles joined Aline's and eventually a ring of people had formed around her helpless body. She felt every set of eyes pierce into her, making her feel naked and uncovered. She couldn't catch her breath and she was beginning to feel claustrophobic.

Then she felt muscular arms begin to help her up and a masculine voice saying, "It's okay Clary, I'm here now."

Talking about Jace.

The alarm clock went off beside Jace's bed way too early, waking him out of his deep sleep. He groaned and looked at the time, 7:00. He put his head on his pillow and stared at the ceiling. The previous night came flashing back at him, with the final picture of Clary sleeping in his arms burning into his eyelids. He smiled as he forced himself out of bed and to the shower, thinking of their kiss. It was perfect.

The entire Lightwood household was running late. Isabelle's make up wasn't perfect, Alec couldn't find his gym shorts for school and Jace was dozing off every few minutes from his lack of sleep. By the time they had left, it was 10 minutes later than usual. They wouldn't be late, but they wouldn't get the time to hang out with their group as usual.

People were still standing around as they entered the parking lot. Jace grabbed his bag by the strap and left the car before his siblings. He walked in a quick pace to the doors, eager to see Clary. His hand pushed open the front door and he was welcomed by a crowd of people standing tightly together look at something.

He was making his way through the crowd when he heard Aline's high pitch voice ring through the crowd, "Hey everyone! Look at Clary, she's so clumsy!"

Clary. Her name caused his heart to melt but he knew that something was wrong. Aline was making fun of her. Oh shit, where's Clary? He thought. He followed where everyone was looking and saw her mess of red curls. She was lying on the ground, her books spread out around her.

Pushing people aside, Jace finally broke through the crowd of people and was beside Clary. Her eyes were shut tightly and her face had reddened from embarrassment. He knelt beside her and gently wrapped his arms around her, trying to get her up.

He bent his head close to her ear and whispered, "It's okay Clary, I'm here now."

He got her to her feet and their eyes met. Hers were watering and he pulled her close to his chest, his arms hugging her close. He looked around until he saw Aline which wasn't very hard because her outfit was very attention seeking. She was wearing neon green short shorts and a flimsy white tank top with neon paint splattered on it. Jace momentarily thought about how she managed to fit that into the dress code.

"Hey Aline," Jace called, trying to keep the malice out of his voice, "Don't you have something better to do than pick on people that are better than you? Like work corners or something?"

Aline shot him a look before turning away, brushing off his words with a flick of her hair.

Jace led Clary to their lockers, where there were less people. He pulled away from her for a minute to look into her eyes but once she had lost connection with his body the tears started to flow. She immediately missed the security and peacefulness that came with him embrace.

He put her head on his shoulder again and let her cry. He whispered, "Shush, it'll be okay. Aline's just a b****, you got that? She's just jealous of you. I'm so sorry, this is all my fault."

Clary's irregular breathing calmed down and her heart rate lowered. The tears stopped falling down her face as she looked up at her savior. She looked at his golden eyes and smiled. Jace brushed his finger across her face to wipe away a stray tear.

"Come on, let's go get Isabelle. I swear she has fairy dust in her purse that will cover up everything." Jace said as he helped her find Isabelle. They found her in an argument with Aline.

"Why didn't you help her up?" Isabelle's voice yelled. It wasn't hard to figure out what she was talking about.

"And ruin the perfect moment to make fun of a klutz? No thank you, she fell, she deserved it." Aline's voice was louder than Isabelle's but harder to understand because it was so high pitch.

"How did she deserve it? She was pretty much trampled by someone double her size, and no one has the decency to help her up? No one tries to see if she's okay?"

"She was fine, just embarrassed because she tripped and everyone saw."

"She didn't trip, she was hit! I know that you're stupid Aline but you should know the difference between the two. You still should have helped her up instead of laughing like an effing hyena hurting everyone's ears!"

"You shouldn't be talking Isabelle. People love my laugh and your outfit is hurting their eyes. Like, that shirt was definitely last season."

"You're horrible. I can't believe that I ever called you my friend." Isabelle looked up from Aline. "Any of you, you're all as bad as her. None of you helped her. None." With that she turned away towards Clary.

"You didn't have to do that." Clary said in a small voice but Jace and Isabelle heard her perfectly.

"Yes I did, that b**** needed to be taught a lesson. She had no right laughing at you, none."

"Isabelle," Jace distracted the two girls, "Can you make it so that it doesn't look like she was crying? She's already had a tough day."

"Yeah, I'll see what I can do." Isabelle said as she slung her arm over Clary's shoulders but before they left Jace she added, "Oh, and Jace, I don't think that it'd be smart for you to hang out with Clary too much today. Aline's already in a jealous fit, we don't want to fuel it."

Jace's expression was hard but his eyes showed his inner pain at the thought of not being with Clary.

"Don't worry Jace, I'll take care of her." Isabelle said with a wink, and continued to bring Clary to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom Isabelle got right down to business because there wasn't that much time left before the bell would ring. As Isabelle returned Clary's face to normal color, Maia came storming through the girl's bathroom door.

"I can't believe that insufferable B**CH! I can't stand her anymore, what did we see in her in the first place?"

"She was young and naive then. She hadn't fully discovered make-up, clothes or boys then. I liked her a lot then." Isabelle said with a sigh as she thought about her friend. She remembered Aline's first day of school halfway through the first semester of grade 9. She was so timid and shy, what had happened to her?

Clary looked down; she didn't like the new picture of Aline that was forming in her head. She couldn't picture the all too revealing Aline from math class, but now a more innocent, younger one. She had no make-up and a rounder face. She shook the mental image from her head and Isabelle groaned in response.

Maia looked at Clary and asked, "Are you all right? That must've hurt, being hit by that kid and all."

"It was okay, it's just that…" Clary's voice caught in her throat. She wanted to tell them about the bruises, about her father, but something held her back. The little voice in the back of her head still nagged at her, what if they thought that she was weak? She took a safer route, "It's just that I hurt my ribs the other day, so the person knocked the wind out of me."

Isabelle and Maia nodded, accepting her answer. They could tell that she was hiding something, but they didn't want to push her too hard. She had finally started accepting people into her life and they didn't want her to back out now.

"What time is it?" Clary asked, she'd skipped yesterday because of her concussion so it'd be bad for her to be late today.

Maia pulled out her phone, "Three minutes to the bell, you almost done Iz?"

"Yeah, just a little bit here…" Isabelle wiped some foundation on Clary's cheek bone. She was careful, looking at Clary's face, she definitely didn't want Clary to burst out like she did last time. Isabelle saw Clary flinch as she applied a bit more pressure to the top of the bone, but besides that there was no evidence of what had happened on Wednesday.

"There we go, perfect." Isabelle smiled as she showed Clary her reflection. When she saw it, Clary's jaw practically dropped to the floor.

"The exact same as it was before, no one should tell the difference." Isabelle was practically beaming as she explained how hard it was to get the color just right because Clary was paler than her but Clary had tuned her out. How could Isabelle think that the person looking back at her in the mirror looked like her?

"Isabelle… I… me… pretty…" Clary couldn't put the words together. She looked amazing, she never thought that she could look like this in her wildest imagination.

"Yes, you look gorgeous. Thank you but we really have to hurry up. We need to get to class!" Isabelle pushed her make-up into her bag.

"I have all my stuff already so I'll go with Clary to open her locker," Maia told Isabelle as she put her arm through Clary's and directed her towards her locker. They talked about Aline as they went to Clary's locker and got her stuff. The warning bell had already rung so they hurriedly grabbed her text books and walked as fast as they could without jogging. They got into the class right as the bell had rung.

Sighing, the two girls got to their spots and pulled out their texts and emerged themselves into the history. She didn't think that the hour and twenty minutes had gone by when the bell rang to get to second period.

In math, she took her usual seat beside Jace but he didn't look at her. Confused she sat there, all period, looking at him from the corner of her eye. Why was he acting so stiff and non responsive? Did he regret what they did last night?

Aline sat at her spot and looked ecstatic. She was enjoying the sight of Clary confused and Jace ignoring her. She looked at the clock. He had been ignoring Clary for an hour! The smile on her face grew as she thought about her victory. He didn't want Clary, he'd come running back to her. Aline stopped looking behind her, there was ten minutes left. Ten minutes until lunch where she could spend the entire time with Jace.

Clary sat in her spot and stared at the board not fully understanding what the teacher was saying. She had zoned out at the beginning of class when it was apparent that Jace wasn't going to talk to her. She looked at the clock, ten minutes left. Only ten minutes and this would be over, he could leave her and not have to be so obviously ignoring her.

Clary felt a small tap on her left hand which was hanging at her side. She felt a rough hand push a small piece of crumpled papers into hers. She looked down at her fist, not fully comprehending what had happened. She brought up the paper and noticed that it was a note.

Clary, I can't talk to you. This isn't about you, it's about me. I did something that I regret dearly and Aline has never gotten over it. I don't like her anymore but she won't leave me alone. I chose you over her and she's extremely jealous. By pretending that I don't like you she'll leave you alone. Please don't take this as a sign that I don't like you, I really do.

P.S. I zoned out and don't get this at all. Study at my house tonight after school? ;)

Clary read the note over and over to make sure that she wasn't imagining things. She smiled to herself as she flipped the page over and wrote:

Jace, that makes sense. She looks pretty smug right now, let's hope that she doesn't notice this note. And I zoned out too, I'd love to study at your house. See you after school. Are you giving me a ride home?

Clary stealthily placed the note in his palm and felt the heat of his hand on hers. He read it quickly then signed yes with a stiff nod, indicating that she would get a ride home.

For the rest of the day Clary hung out with Maia and Isabelle. They were really fun to be around and Clary enjoyed their friendship. At first Isabelle and Maia could seem like the stereotypical pretty teenagers that pick on the ugly girls, but they were actually some of the best friends that you could have. She was supportive, defensive, funny and caring. Clary was actually so happy that they were her friends.

Talking about Alec.

Alec had been having a terrible day. Nothing seemed to work out the way that he wanted. He was so side tracked that he almost forgot to stop at a stop sign! He was normally an excellent driver, apart from when rushed, so he knew that something really was wrong.

He tried to keep up with the conversation in the car but he couldn't do it. His mind just wasn't in it. He was thinking about Clary and Jace. Jace was his adoptive brother but he loved him like they were siblings. The part that was bothering him was Clary. There was something about her, a secret that she wouldn't tell anyone. Everyone else just shook it off saying that she'd tell them when she's ready but Alec knew that maybe there was a reason that she wasn't telling them it.

Or maybe, another voice in his head said, she just isn't sure about their reactions. He sighed, he didn't want to think about it anymore.

Alec dropped Clary off at her house and went to his. His siblings still hadn't noticed that he wasn't really paying attention to them.

"I'm going for a walk," he told them but they didn't notice. They were getting into an argument. Again. It seemed like they were always going at each other.

He was walking by Clary's house and saw that they door opened.

Talking about Clary.

Clary found Isabelle and they chatted aimlessly as they waited for Alec and Jace to get a ride home. They all piled into the car and kept up a light conversation. Clary's heart beat kept increasing the closer they got to their houses. She would go home and drop off her extra books and then walk to the Lightwood's house to hang out with Jace.

She got to the front door and struggled through her bag for the key and shoved it in the lock in a rush to leave. When she turned the key she realized that the door wasn't locked, not a good sign. She opened the door and called out a timid, "Hello?"

She was answered by her father's voice, "Clarissa, you're home early. I would think that it takes more than 5 minutes to walk from Idris High to here." He walked out from his study to look at her.

"I got a drive home." She tried to keep her voice even but it still shook under the pressure that her father's presence put on her.

"With the Lightwoods?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I'm going over there right now to study."

"Study? You haven't been here a week yet and you're already studying? No, you aren't allowed to go over."

"Just because I've only been here a week doesn't mean that there aren't tests! The section of math started well before I came to Idris and it's the unit test on Monday. I need to study for it."

"It's a Friday night and you're going over to a residence where two boys live. I will not tolerate raging teenage girl hormones in this house!"

"Father, this isn't raging teenage hormones! I need to study for math." Clary yelled and rebelliously opened the door to leave. She wasn't sure where this new found courage came from but she let it build inside her.

"Clarissa Morgenstern. I forbid you to leave this house." Her father's eyes were dark as ordered her.

"No, I'm going out studying tonight." Clary said stubbornly and turned to walk out of the open door but her father tightly grabbed her arm. She let out a little whimper at the pain from his hand on her bruises but refused to comply.

"Listen to me!" Her father roared, pulling her roughly to face him. Clary looked into his eyes and saw the same harshness in them that she had seen when she had come home from the hospital. Suddenly his eyes froze above her head and let her go. She turned around to see that they had a spectator. She looked at him, and lightly whispered his name.

"Alec."

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