JPOV
I'm standing in the hallway waiting for Jon and Clary to show up at school.
Those two are always showing up late for whatever reason.
When Jon shows up I notice Clary silently walking to her locker and people moving out of her way like they usually do.
The mornings never really seem to change at all: I stand here with the team, Jon shows up late, Clary keeps her head down and walks to her locker, people move out of her way, and then Izzy used to show up.
I guess Izzy won't really be showing up now though because she and Clary aren't technically friends anymore because of Maia and Magnus.
I didn't pay attention to what Jon and Sebastian were saying about the party on Friday because it really wasn't all that great.
Maybe if you wanted to get wasted and probably screw a few random girls it was fun.
Whatever.
My attention was on Clary's wrist as she went to open her locker.
When she stretched out her arm to put in the combination her jacket sleeve got pulled down and revealed three red scratches.
I hadn't seen Clary since that moment in the kitchen when her face was pale and she got all defensive.
Jon was snapping his fingers in my face bringing me out of my musings.
"Dude, did you take Clary home or not?" Jon asked me.
I returned his gaze, "She wasn't having any fun and was ready to go home. You and Seb were drunk off your asses, and I was ready to go home as well. Yeah, I did take Clary home."
Jon glared at me for a moment.
"I wasn't drunk off my ass." Jon defended himself, "Besides, it's not like you've never gotten wasted before."
Seb opened his mouth to say something, but shut it as soon as he opened it.
"Unlike you and Seb, I have never gotten wasted." I said flatly.
Images of some of my old foster homes flashing through my head.
Adopted fathers hitting my adopted mother or me.
Adopted mothers getting drunk and then bringing home men and sleeping with them, which I didn't understand at the time.
Adopted parents getting into arguments and then drinking away their problems and passing out without so much as a second thought about me.
I shook my head to clear away the memories and looked at Jon.
He was staring at me with a thoughtful gaze. I assume he was trying to recall a time when I had actually drank.
Sebastian was staring at both of us in apprehension.
Jon finally met my gaze and nodded.
"You're right Jace, I've never seen you get plastered." Jon looked thoughtful for a moment, "Why is that?"
"I'm smart enough to know not to." I replied coolly.
"A little drink never hurt anyone Jace. Everybody gets drunk at least once in their life. Why don't Seb and I take you out this weekend and get you drunk?" Jon raised an eyebrow at me in challenge.
What he doesn't realize is how a few drinks can affect someone's life.
I know all about how a few drinks can kill someone, end up with someone being abused, how a few drinks can leave an eight year old child forgotten and left to fend for himself.
Jon and Sebastian will never realize that though.
Most people won't realize that at least not until it's too late.
"No, I don't want to." I answered.
Jon didn't miss a beat, "Are you too scared of being drunk?" He challenged.
"No, I'm logical enough to not want to get plastered." I growled.
Sebastian seeming to have lost interest in the conversation said, "If the pansy-ass doesn't want to get a drink then don't make him. He can just be an uptight dick for all I care."
Jon looked at Sebastian and then back at me.
I rolled my eyes and walked off before either one of them could say something else to me.
My brain didn't process where it was taking me.
The only thing it knew was that it was taking me away from Jon and Sebastian.
I snapped out of my mindless walking when I ran into someone and fell on top of them.
Looking down I realized I had fallen on Clary.
"Get off of me!" She shouted at me and tried to push me away.
Her attempts at getting me off were feeble. I was too heavy for her to push off.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She must have hit her head on the ground pretty hard.
"No you ass, you're suffocating me! Now get off!"
Realizing I was indeed suffocating her I quickly got off and held my hand out to help her up.
She glared at my hand and then placed her own on the ground on either side of her to push herself up.
I grabbed her upper arm and tried to help her stand up.
She just shook me off.
Once she was standing she glared at me.
"Why are you so pissed off today?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before I even realized I was saying them.
Clary's eyes widened momentarily as if surprised that I would say that to her before they narrowed at me.
"Why don't you just leave me alone?" She growled out.
Clary didn't give me a chance to say anything to her.
She just turned around and left.
I looked over to where Jon and Sebastian were standing to see them looking at Clary in interest.
I suppose the news has yet to be broken to Sebastian that his ass is getting dumped.
They both looked back over to me with their eyes narrowed as if to ask me what the hell just happened.
In response to them I raised my shoulders and shook my head before heading off to first period.
CPOV
My head was killing me.
When Jace ran into me in the hallway my head snapped back and now a bump is starting to form there.
Tenderly I lifted my hand to the bump and winced when my fingers came into contact with it.
Well this completely sucks.
He didn't have to be such a prick to me afterwards.
"Why are you so pissed off today?"
What gives him the right to ask me that? I'm no more pissed off than I usually am.
Scowling I crossed my arms over my chest and slouched lower into my seat.
A few of my classmates looked at me curiously until I glared at them.
Then they went back to minding their own business.
My head was pounding and it felt like it was on fire. In other words I just feel like complete shit right now.
Ah, fuck it.
I grabbed my bag and stood up to leave the classroom.
Just as I was making my way out of the door the teacher showed up.
"Miss Clarissa, where do you think you are going?" She asked.
"I'm going to the nurse because some prick ran into me and gave me a major headache." I replied.
"You're going to be tardy for class." She said firmly.
"It's not like you planned on teaching us anything today anyways." I snapped before pushing past her into the hallway.
I didn't look back as I made my way slowly down the hall.
Each step I took sent a new wave of daggers piercing into my skull.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore and slumped down onto the floor holding my head in my hands.
This did little to soothe the pain, but it was better than walking.
So I sat there cradling my head for a while. I'm not really sure how long I sat there, but I stayed there until I felt like I could walk again.
When I felt like my head could take it I pushed myself off the floor and slowly started towards the nurses office again.
It took me a while, but I eventually made it.
"What's wrong dear?" The nurse asked standing up from her desk.
"Somebody ran into me in the hall and I slammed my skull into the floor." I informed her quietly.
Loud noises were killing my head.
"Here, sit down so I can have a look at it."
She led me over to the bed that's in all nurse's offices and had my sit.
She gingerly touched my head and I flinched away from it.
"Well you certainly do have a goose egg there." She mused to herself, "Tell you what, I can give you an ice pack and some Ibuprofen and let you reset here for a while."
"I'd like that." I said kindly and smiled up at her.
Just because I was a bitch to my peers didn't mean that I don't know how to show respect to those around me who deserve it.
The nurse went over to a cabinet on the wall opposite me and got out the medicine which she handed to me.
"There are some cups right there and you can get some water out of the sink." She pointed to the sink that was in the corner of the room.
Slowly I got off the bed and walked over there to get some water.
After I filled up my cup I took a sip to wet my throat and then took both of the pills.
When I got back to the bed, the nurse was already there with an ice pack in hand.
"Here, just hold this to the bump on your head and you should feel better after a while." She said to me kindly.
I thanked her once more and laid down on the bed closing my eyes.
I left the nurses office when lunch came around.
Before I left I handed her the ice pack and thanked her again before I left.
She smiled at me and told me to come back if I start feeling bad again.
I told her I would.
Now I needed to find Sebastian and tell him that I was ending things between us.
It shouldn't be that hard to find him at lunch. He's always sitting in the same spot.
When I walked into the cafeteria nobody paid any attention to me, so I quietly made my way over to where Jon and Sebastian sit.
When Seb saw me walking over to them he stood up and grinned.
"Clary! Finally sitting with us?" He asked.
I just stared at him with a blank expression on my face.
"No, Seb, I'm breaking up with you." I told him.
The guys at the table stopped talking and looked between the two of us curiously.
Seb's gaze hardened as he stared at me.
"Why are you breaking up with me?"
His question seemed normal, but underneath he wondering tone I could hear the challenge in his voice to actually go through breaking up with him.
"Well let's see, at the party you got completely shit faced and then you cheated on me. I saw you making out with another girl, and in my book being cheated on is a suitable cause to break up with someone." I told him firmly.
Some of the guys started muttering things to each other and the rest just stared at us.
"You're not breaking up with me Clary. Everybody makes mistakes."
I smiled sweetly at him, "You see that's where you're wrong. I can break up with you if I want to and you can't stop me from doing so. You cheated on me. You're the one who fucked up. Deal with it."
Sebastian looked dumbfounded as he stared at me.
I gazed back evenly.
Eventually he lost his cool and slammed his hands down on the table.
This caused a lot of people to snap their attention to us.
Sebastian's face was red and pissed. He abruptly left the cafeteria bumping me roughly with his shoulder as he passed me.
It hurt, but I wasn't going to cry out and let him have the satisfaction, so instead I bit my lip and waited for him to leave.
Once he was gone Jon yelled at me, "What the hell was that Clary? Wh-"
I turned around and left before he could finish whatever lecture he was going to scream at me in front of everyone.
Sorry it took so long. School is getting ready for semester tests and my Geometry teacher decided to give us three tests in two weeks. -_- I missed half the stuff we learned because of the musical so it was hectic.
I hope you all are enjoying you're holiday season and I will try to update soon.