Clary's POV

I got home and closed the door behind me. When I looked up my mom, Valentine, and Jonathan were sitting at the table. "Ummm, hey guys what's with the serious look?"

My mom patted the open seat next to her, "Come sit down sweetie." I sat down in the seat and an awkward silence hung over us, "So why are we all here and so serious looking."

Valentine cleared his throat, "Jonathan has brought it to our attention that you like the boy living next door." I glared at Jonathan, "Yeah? So what?! You've never cared about anything before now. And why Jonathan? Seriously you have to stoop that low! You wanna tell them your feelings and who you like?"

Jonathan looked down at the floor as I glared down at him. Somehow I was standing and my chair was pushed back. Valentine looked between me and him, "Is there something that I don't know?"

I stared at Valentine with rage and hatred, "Is there something you don't know?! Are you serious is that even a question?! I barely know you and you barely know me. At least your son made the effort to get to know me."

I was on a role, venting everything that I hated about him and my messed up life. "Where were you when I was born? Where were you for my birthdays? And when you came back so suddenly, you wanted to be with my mom. Did you ever ask me how I felt or talk to me about it?"

Everyone was quiet with their heads down, "No, because no one here seems to care about how I feel. When Jonathan brings this one thing up about me you all seem to want to pay attention to me. I've been friends with them for over a week now."

Valentine looked up at me and I stared back, not blinking, "Clary, we're just looking out for you. Jonathan said that the girl that poisoned you was his ex."

Did he really use that as an excuse?! "Does that change anything?"

"Well-"

"Ugh I'm done with this. Yes I'm starting to like him but before you even think about talking about my personal life try to get to know me better. Ask your son who he likes, see if he wants to answer."

I turned on my heel, knowing that they were all watching. I tried not to cry, holding back my tears I walked to my room. I locked my door and sat on my bed. I need to get out of here, I need an escape for a few days.

Then I remembered, Izzy wanted to have a sleepover. I pulled out my phone and texted her:

Hey Izzy, you know that sleepover you were talking about? -C

Yeah, what about it? -I

Can I spend the next few nights at your house, including tonight? -C

Yeah of course. You're just gonna have to deal with the boys too. Can I ask why tho? -I

I'll tell you when I get there. I'll be at your house in 10 minutes. -C

Ok see you then. -I

I had a place to get away from this madness. Even though I'm not religious I thank you lord. i grabbed a duffle and packed enough clothes for a week. Then I packed my school bag. After I finished I walked out of my room and down the hallway.

My mom, Jonathan, and Valentine were still sitting at the table. I walked straight to the door and no one said anything, no one asked questions. Well, I guess this shows how much they care about me.

Then a small voice spoke, "Clary sweetie, where are you going?" I turned to see that it was my mom that had spoke. She had tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm not going far, just next door." Jonathan looked up sharply, I rolled my eyes, "I'm staying with Isabelle. I know that that's also where Jace lives but I plan on going there whether you like it or not. So, don't even try to stop me. And don't do anything stupid, and last but not least don't come after me." I paused to let my words sink in, "If you do any of those things, I will never forgive you."

I walked out the door and closed it behind me. I waited a few seconds, then took a deep breath and walked over to Izzy's house.

When I got to the front, Izzy was already waiting for me with the door open. She waved to me, so I jogged over. She hugged me, "Hey! So glad you can come over. Let's get you situated."

She pulled me inside and closed the front door. Before I could even see what the house looked like Isabelle pushed me up the stairs and down a hallway, then into a bedroom. That's when she let go of me and I got my first look at her room.

The walls were a light grey, she had a full length mirror on the wall next to her closet which was full of clothes. Her bed looked queen sized and had a black and white bedding. Wow this girl does not like color. Opposite her bed was a dresser and what looked to be about 40 inch flat screen tv.

I was still taking in everything when someone laughed. I realized that it was Isabelle, I playfully said to her, "What? What are you laughing at?"

"Just your face when you walked into my room and when you looked around. You were like.." She opened her mouth slightly and made her eyes as wide as she could. She looked so funny that if she was mimicking me, I must have looked ridiculous.

I started laughing too. After we stopped laughing Izzy said, "You can sleep on the bed with me or I can pull out the trundle."

"I'll go with the trundle." She got up and rolled out the trundle from under her bed. Then she looked at me, "I know something must have gone wrong at your house for you to want to sleep over here so soon."

I couldn't meet her eyes so I looked down to the floor, "You don't have to tell me, but just know that I'm here for you. You're my first girl friend in years and I don't want to screw up this friendship like the last one."

I looked up to her questioning what she just said, "Hey I don't butt in to your life, so you don't get to butt in. You can tell me if you want, I can tell you if I want. We can both ask questions but we need to know where the limit for that is."

I nodded my head in agreement, I felt the same way she did about this friendship. She yawned, and boy was it loud, "Anyway I'm tired and we have school tomorrow so get some sleep."

She lied down in her bed and I changed into my pajamas. Izzy looked at me, "Really? Those are your pajamas?" I looked down at my pink unicorn print short and shirt, "Yes, it really is. Until I get new ones, and anyway I like these, they're comfortable."

She shrugged her shoulders, "Whatever you say. Goodnight Clary."

I layed down on the trundle and closed my eyes, "Goodnight Izzy."

*The Next Morning*

I felt someone shaking me and my name was being called, but I just waved them off and turned the other way. In the background I heard someone say, "Gosh she's a heavy sleeper."

For a moment everything was silent and no one was shaking me. I thought they all left and I was safe. A few seconds later I was drenched and freezing. They poured ice cold water on me!

Ugh I was not happy! I got out of bed and swung my arm. My had contacted with something fleshy. Someone yelled, it didn't sound like Izzy so I opened my eyes. Turns out the thing I slapped was a face, and it happened to be Jace's face.

He was rubbing his face and his expression read hurt all over. He looked so funny I started laughing. I laughed so hard I fell back onto the rundle bed. Jace came over to me, "Why did you do that?" His voice cracked at the end which made me laugh more.

Jace rolled his eyes, "Hurry up, we're gonna be late to school."

Jace's POV

*Morning in his eyes*

I was asleep when my alarm went off. I got up and turned it off. I got dressed for school, in a plain navy blue shirt and some basketball shorts.

Loud knocking started on my door. I got up and opened the door. It was Isabelle, "Why the heck are you banging on my door right now?"

"Ugh I can't get Clary to wake up. I need your help."

I was shocked, "Wait-"

Isabelle rolled her eyes, "Yes, Clary is here. She texted me asking if she could sleep over. I told her yes, so she came over last night." I opened my mouth but before I could say anything she cut me off, "No I don't know the reason. So, will you please help me?"

"Fine. What do you need me to do?"

Her face lit up, "Go fill a bucket or big bowl with ice water, then come to my room."

I laughed, "Ok, I can't wait to see her reaction." Isabelle went back to her room and I went and filled a bucket with ice cold water.

When I got to Isabelle's room, Clary was laying on her trundle bed sound asleep. She looked so cute sleeping, so innocent, I don't know if I want to do this anymore. Isabelle's voice snapped me out of my daze, "Ok, I'm gonna try to wake her up again. If she doesn't wake up you pour the water on her. Got it?"

Isabelle looked excited, "Got it." Izzy shook Clary's leg telling her to wake up. Clary just turned the other way and waved her off. I chuckled, "Gosh she's a heavy sleeper."

Izzy turned to me and made a pouring motion over Clary's sleeping body. So, I took the bucket and dumped all of it on Clary.

She got out of bed so fast I had no time to react. Her eyes were closed and she was walking towards me. I was so focused on her I didn't notice her hand coming on to the side of my face.

Her hand slapped my face, I yelled in pain, she's strong for her size. I was shocked and rubbing my face. She opened her eyes and realized she hit me. I thought she was gonna say sorry or console me, but she laughed. She laughed so hard she fell back onto the trundle.

That's when I noticed her pajamas, pink with unicorns on it. I almost started laughing, she somehow made it look hot. I hid my amusement by walking up to her, "Why did you do that?" My voice cracked at the end, which made me feel embarrassed.

I rolled my eyes, "Hurry up, we're gonna be late for school."

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