Hiya guys, I'm back! Sorry it has been a couple of days..(if anyone cared anyways). I hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think of it, you finally get the blunt explanation of what's so different about Alicante Highschool. REVIEW your thoughts, and let me know who is your favourite character is!

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Everyone around her was chanting her name, calling out to her and Jace to start the drinking contest. Someone had already filled the twenty shot glasses up and they were just waiting for Jace to accept the challenge.

"Look Red, I think you've already had enough for one night." Jace said as he saw her wobbling around to the other side of the table. And every time she tripped there was always someone there to lend a hand to help her on her way again.

Clary was looking quizzically at Jace, "My names Clary." She stated simply.

"Yes, and my names Jace. You do know this, Red. Or are you more drunk than I thought?"

Clary tried to shake the thought off. Why had he called me Red? Had he already forgotten my name? Trying to distract her from her own thoughts she slyly challenged again, "What? Too scared you are going to lose, newbie?"

She had raised both eyebrows at him, because she lacked the ability to move just one, and he smirked back. "Oh I know I would win, I was just saving you the embarrassment of losing in front of all these people."

Clary smirked back. "So it's settled." She shouted to the crowd, "Someone countdown from ten!" And was met instantly with the booming of numbers.

"10!" .. Clary positioned herself in front of her glasses, she wasn't really sure how to take shots because she hadn't really done them before, choosing to drink out of a bottle instead, but thought it couldn't be that hard, right?

During the short countdown, Jace had started to argue with Clary about the contest, claiming she had already had too much.

"Jace I'm going to do this wether you do it with me or not, so you may as well join in!"

.."2!"

"Clary, don't." Clary just looked at him for a split second to see the slight condescending facial expression on his face. As if he could tell her what to do! Why did everyone think they knew what was best for her? Well she was doing what she wanted tonight. And so, with one last scoff in Jace's direction, the countdown ended and she knocked back her first shot.

Clary was reaching for her sixth shot when she realised she wasn't standing by the table anymore. In fact, she wasn't even in the living room anymore, she was being carted up the stairs. She tried to squirm around but her head was banging and the way she felt like she was floating up the stairs was creating hysterical giggles from her mouth.

"Clary, can you stop moving please. I know you're light, but God you've had so much alcohol you feel like a dead weight." Clary instantly stopped moving when the words registered. She felt guilty. No one should have to carry my ton of a body anywhere. Then she realised that she recognised that voice, just barely though.

"Alec?" She pondered aloud.

"Yeah, it's me. I sent Jace to get Jon. At least he can't mess that up, I can't believe he let you drink all those shots."

Clary was surprised to hear the slight anger in Alec's voice at his brother. Did Jace let her drink those shots? Clary's head was too blurred to think straight, not even about how Jon was going to be furious with her. And so, she just let her head rest against Alec's shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Clary, Clary, come on, open your eyes." Someone was shouting and shaking Clary's shoulder. She fluttered her eyes open, just to get the person to stop yelling.

"God Jon, do you have to be so loud? I have a headache if you don't mind." Clary tried to glare at her twin but just ended up closing her eyes again.

"You're not sleeping, wake up. How much did you have to drink?" Jon was pulling her up and leaning her into his side to support her body as she was so floppy. They were on a bed now, in the spare room that the girls got ready in just three short hours ago.

"Izzy said she was completely wasted earlier, but then she sobered up a bit. I found her on her sixth shot over by Jace." Alec commented dryly in reply.

"By Jace? Why didn't he stop her? Or get me?" Jon practically growled.

Alec ignored Jonathan's animal sounds and questioned him about his brother instead. "Where is he anyway? Didn't he follow you after telling you about Clary?" He thought his brother would have a least a little decency to see how she was.

"Ahh, he was coming, but got bombarded by Kaelie on the way. I think I saw her drag him up the stairs just now, and let's just say I wouldn't go in Jordan's spare room right now." Jon spoke matter of factly. He hadn't looked disgusted like Alec did, and he didn't say it as though he was jealous. He just stated it, as he thought much like his sister in that if they love each other then isn't that the most important? He focussed his attention back on his sister, "Why did you drink Clary, why? You know what happens after more than one beer! You know it's going to mess your whole medication up! Oh no, what am I going to do?" Jon placed his head in one hand, the other securely wrapped around his sister, and began pulling on his hair.

Alec looked at the twins weirdly. What happens? Yeah everyone knows what happens after a few drinks..they get drunk. But medication? Is Clary sick? Clary tried to mumble apologies to Jon but ended up just dribbling on his shirt.

"I know, I know. Clary, it's okay. Just..what were you thinking? How could you be so irresponsible? You told me. You promised! I can't lose you, not again." He was hugging his sister tightly now, and mumbling his own apologies in her ear. "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I should have been with you, I'm sorry. We'll sort this out, I promise. We'll be ok."

Jon had completely forgotten that the other boy was in the room until he cleared his throat. Jon looked up blankly at Alec, and rose to his feet until he was standing directing in front of him. "Nothing. Not a word about her to anyone, got it? You didn't see her like this, and you didn't hear a word. Ok?" Jon's didn't speak unkindly but there was a certain harshness in his voice that made Alec nod his head.

"Sure, but.." Alec shuffled around, uncomfortable with what he was going to ask, "I mean, what's wrong with her?"

Jon stiffened and spat his words. "Nothing's wrong with her. No one in this school is any better than her ok? Don't speak as if she's not well, because she is. She has to be." Jon spoke the end of his sentence mostly to himself while looking at his sister. He had laid her down on the bed and tucked her in once she had fallen asleep on him again.

Alec silently walked behind Jon and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know, I didn't mean it like that Jon. I was just asking, why does she need medication? I mean, is she sick?"

Jon gave out a short wicked laugh and spoke bluntly to Alec, "We're all sick."

Now Alec was insanely confused. Sick? Who? The twins? Their whole family? "Jon, I don't understand. Who's sick? You're not making any sense."

At this Jon turned around completely to lock gazes with Alec. "Huh, so you really haven't figured it out yet."

Exasperatedly Alec threw his hands up. "What Jon?! Figured what out?!"

Alec was desperately waiting for Jonathan to end his confusion. And so he did.

"The school. Our school. It's different, not like normal schools. It's for..not so normal kids. The kids nobody wants to show off because there is something wrong with them. The unwanted ones, the tainted, the sick. You aren't normal? You'll be sent here." Jon spoke with much more ferocity now. "Does that stop your little questioning Lightwood? Or have you still not figured it out yet? Your parents sent you away. They aren't proud of you so they sent you here to "help" you."

Alec had frozen. Sick? Was he sick? Now that he thought about it, his parent did want him to go to this school all of a sudden, just a few days after him telling them he was gay. Did that make him sick? He knew they weren't fully understanding about his sexuality, considering the alternating silence and arguments since that day, but he assumed they would come around, right? Did that make him sick? Did they actually believe he needed help? As if they could send him away and that would make him like girls? He couldn't believe what Jon was saying. It was ridiculous! Right? No way could everyone in this school have something different about them?

"You're lying." Alec's voice was croaky, as he was barely able to contain the thickness in his throat that was threatening to travel up to his eyes and release a river of emotion.

"And why would I do that, new boy? You think I want it to be true? You think I wouldn't give anything to make sure Clary was ok? Or that people treated us all as equals and not as some pathetic school of kids that no one cares about?" Jonathan's voice had gone deathly quiet now, and was walking towards the door to leave Clary sleep. Just before he passed Alec he lent into his ear and whispered,

"We're all mad here."