Clary's POV:
It was Monday morning. Jace had asked if I wanted to do something yesterday like we planned but I wasn't in the mood. He had looked disappointed but he quickly disguised it. I was sitting in homeroom with Izzy, Jace and their friends. The door opened and we all looked up. Tom walked in. He looked around and grinned when he spotted me. I groaned inwardly.
"Hi, I'm the new student, Tom," he handed the teacher a slip of paper and looked around some more. The teacher said something to him and he headed over to the seat next to me. The whole class was silent. I shot Jace a panicked look when Tom winked at me. Jace scowled and dragged me into his lap, his arms going around me. I snuggled into his chest as the class started to talk again.
"Clary, I wanted to apologise for what I said on Saturday. I didn't know and I won't bring it up any more." He said with a smile on his face. I nodded once and trailed my fingers in patterns over Jace's arm.
Jace's POV:
Clary's fingers trailed over my arm and I shuddered, pulling her closer. Izzy raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Tom tried to make conversation but was carried away by the team of sluts and Jocks. I used to be one of them until Clary came. I sighed and pressed a kiss onto the top of her head, catching Kaelie's jealous glare. It was wrong of me to use Clary to antagonise her but I did it any way. Clary gave me a confused look and I simply smiled.
"We could scare Tom off a bit, he seems to be obsessed with you," I whispered in her ear. True to my word, Tom was talking to people and then pointing at Clary, watching her and glaring at me. Clary rolled her eyes and snuggled closer into me.
When the bell went I was reluctant to let Clary go but I did. It made my heart flutter at the contact and a smile crossed my face. Izzy smirked at me, pulling Clary away to their first class. The sluts took care of Tom and I headed to my first class. Spanish. Fun! Can you hear my sarcasm?
The day passed slowly from there. Tom followed Clary around, a love struck expression on his face. At one point I turned to glare at him but he glared back. Pissed off I put my arm around Clary and walked her to her next class. Later I had invited Jon and the boys around. Tom came along too, much to my annoyance.
When we got back home I found that Mayrse was there. She smiled at the boys and shook Tom's hand.
"Me and your father are going out now Jace. Get Pizza. Max is upstairs," she handed me a twenty dollar bill, grabbed her jacket and walked out the door, hand in hand with Robert.
"Snacks?" I asked. The boys nodded in agreement. We headed to the kitchen where we all sat on the counters and raided the cupboards. Izzy and Clary walked in then they had gotten a lift with Simon. He came in as well. They walked into the kitchen. Clary came in, glared at me and walked straight back out.
"You live with Clary?" Tom asked, his voice filled with lust. I nodded. Tom would be around here a lot now. I heard Clary going up the stairs as everyone talked. Her door creaked open then came the sound of a slamming door and silence. Izzy grinned and wiggles her eyebrows at me. There was a series of thumps and I looked at Izzy. She shrugged and tugged Simon up the stairs, to her room.
(Time skip)
The doorbell rang. I went to open it but Clary had beaten me to it. The pizza delivery guy was here. He stood, gapping at Clary. She scowled and grabbed the pizza boxes. I handed him the twenty dollars and shut the door in his face.
"Do you want to eat with us? We are playing video games." Clary nodded and followed me to the basement. The boys were sitting on the couch. I swore and turned to stop Clary but it was too late.
"Hold the kid hostage and shoot the parents!" Jon yelled at the TV, his fingers flying over the controller. Clary stumbled back and everyone turned to look at her. Her breathing became laboured and she dropped the pizza. She ran.
"What's up?" Jon asked innocently before yelling "Kill them!" At the top of his lungs.
Izzy, Simon and I ran after Clary. We found Max at the top of the stairs.
"Which way'd she go?" I asked.
"Out the front door," he pointed and we sprinted. There was a scream and we ran harder. My breath hitched in my throat as my lungs weren't getting enough oxygen. Out the front we saw Clary run into the road, a truck coming straight at her. Izzy screamed. I moved faster than I ever had and lunged at Clary, pulling her away with milliseconds to spare. The truck roared past as Clary cried and pounded her fists into my chest.