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The characters belong to Cassandra Clare, but the plot however, belongs to me

Cecily held the bottom of her shirt in her hands, her lips sore from the amount of times she'd bitten them. She was nervous, although she didn't exactly know why, because it was just Gabriel, who'd she'd dated for quite awhile before they'd broken up. But a month was a long time, and who knows how much someone could change over that time.

The boys' corridor was different, Cecily thought. It had the same white walls and blue carpeted floor, with wooden doors and seven rooms every corridor. Gabriel's room was the third one down, and she prayed he was there, because she really didn't feel like going around asking everyone if they'd seen him. The rain was pouring down outside, so she doubted he'd gone out, but what did she know? Perhaps he'd wanted to take a very wet, very miserable walk?

She planted her feet shoulders width apart, took a deep breath and knocked firmly on the door. Her heart sunk when Jordan answered, a smile on his face and a pepsi in his hand. How the hell does he have one of those? She thought briefly, before remembering that she was here to see Gabriel, and also that Simon had miraculously gotten a mini fridge into his room, without arising superstition or curiosity from any of the school's staff.

"Oh, hi" Jordan greeted, offering a small wave. Cecily didn't return it.

I"m here to see Gabriel. Is he in?" She asked, not moving from where she stood, and crossing her arms. Jordan made a face and put his hand on his neck, looking back into his room quickly.

"Ummmmmmmm" he mumbled, and looked down at her face "no. He went to get his cast off". Cecily instantly felt her stomach drop, and she sagged down, slouching.

"Of course" she whispered to herself, putting her hand on her forehead. Jordan shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"You, can...uh...you can wait here for him if you'd like" he offered, his voice sounding slightly strained.

Cecily nodded, and followed him inside, happy to see it was only Jordan in the room. He lay down on his stomach and opened his computer, happily scrolling through something and occasionally taking sips of his drink. Cecily sat with her hands folded in her lap, waiting for the door to open and Gabriel to walk in.

"So, pardon me for asking, but didn't you and Gabriel break up?" Jordan said, breaking the tension filled silence, not looking at her as he said it.

"Yeah, we did" Cecily admitted, biting her lip "but I'm hoping we can get back together".

"He's been pretty depressed lately you know" Jordan pointed out casually, taking another small sip "I don't want you to make him feel any worse".

Cecily felt her cheeks go red with anger, and she balled her fists at her sides. "And what gives you the right to say whats best for him?" She questioned hotly.

"I didn't mean it like that" Jordan said calmly, turning his body so he was on his side, looking at her in the eyes. "Its just, if you being here makes him feel worse I'm going to feel responsible".

Cecily cocked her head to the side and looked at him through narrowed eyes. "I'm not here to make him feel bad! I'm here to ask him if he'll take me back, actually!"

"But, what I'm trying to say, is that whats best for him? Is he better off with you?" Jordan asked, sounding what Cecily thought was like a psychiatrist.

Cecily stopped short, and frowned down at her feet. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was being selfish in thinking he was going to take her back?

"I think you might be right" Cecily said quietly, licking her lips "I'll go now". She picked herself up and left, feeling numb. Her mind seemed separate from her body, and she felt utterly deflated. She pressed her back to the wall next to his door and slid down to the ground, her elbows on her knees and her eyes trained to the floor. A pair of worn out black sneakers came into her line of vision and she didn't even really acknowledge them, the only thought going through her head was that whoever the shoes belonged to, they were very big.

"Cecily?" A voice asked, although through her ears it sounded watery. She looked up into the very confused face of Gabriel Lightwood. He had an eyebrow raised, and he was holding his arm reflexively against his chest, the skin slightly pink and sore looking.

"Hi" she said, smiling weakly "please go out with me again".

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Henry gulped, and licked his lips nervously. He'd never really thought about what dating Charlotte might be like, since he thought it would never happen. She sat next to him, her eyes trained to the movie screen. Henry wasn't even sure he understood anything that had been happening. Charlotte had picked the movie, and he hadn't argued, considering he didn't think he was in the position to. They were both soaking wet by the time they'd reached the theatre, and Charlotte was sitting (probably uncomfortably) in a blue dress and jacket. Henry's own hair was plastered to his forehead and temples, and his clothes were sticking to his arms and legs, his socks spongy and sluggy in his shoes. Charlotte's arms were crossed in front of her, and she looked angry. Truthfully, she hadn't actually said much to Henry the entire day, which made him wonder if he'd done anything to upset her lately.

"Charlotte?" Henry whispered, moving his body so his torso faced her. She shushed him and continued to watch the movie, frowning with her eyebrows pinched together. He sighed and turned to face the screen, where a rather large and cheesy declaration of love was being displayed.

He sat through the entire movie, in total silence, going over from eight this morning to now, wondering if he'd done anything to annoy or displease her. He honestly couldn't think of a single thing, other than possibly having bad breath, or when he'd tripped over with the popcorn and almost spilled it everywhere.

Thank god, Henry thought, its over.

The lights came on overhead, and Charlotte immediately got up and slid past Henry, not waiting for him to follow as she climbed the stairs. It didn't take Henry very long to catch up, her being so small and all, and him being so tall. He grabbed onto her arm and pulled her gently back to him, and she tried to shake his hand off.

"What?!" She snapped, and he instantly let go, sucking in a breath. He'd been friends with Charlotte for some time, and she'd never talked to him like this. Sometimes she'd be exasperated or a bit annoyed, but never had she yelled at him.

"Charlotte, whats wrong?" He asked gently, leading her over to the side of the walkway, so they weren't blocking anyone from walking.

"Nothing. Can we go now?" She muttered, not looking him in the eyes.

"Its bucketing down out there" he told her, bending his knees so he could be eye level with her "you'll get sick if you get any colder. Look, you're shivering right now".

"I am not" Charlotte said, but he knew he was right. She was shivering from head to foot, his lower lip trembling and goosebumps decorating her arms. He shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, rubbing his hands over her arms to try and get rid of the bumps. She shied away from him like his touch burnt, and he dropped his hands and took a step back.

"If you really want to we can walk back now" Henry said, wishing that his umbrella hadn't blown inside out on the walk over.

"Yes, lets do that" Charlotte agreed, and continued to walk through the movie theatre until they were at the exit. Henry pulled his beanie over his head and gulped, stepping out into the bustle of people after Charlotte and instantly feeling his shoulders get wet. He was taller than most of the people around him, but Charlotte wasn't, and he couldn't see her any longer.

"Charlotte?" He called out, the rain and people drowning him out "CHARLOTTE?"

She didn't reply.

"Damn it" he muttered, and pushed people aside and searched for his runaway date.

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Gideon wasn't a violent person, he knew that. He believed in the power of words instead of fighting, and he had always stood by that thought his whole life.

Then why, he asked himself, after putting up with a self centred Father, a little brother and a stupid sister, did he punch someone? Jonathan was probably the most aggravating person Gideon had ever met, but he didn't understand what made him so unbelievably disgusting as a human being. Jonathan's sister, of course, was Clary Fray, who neither looked like him nor acted like him. She had chosen to take their mothers last name and live with her in New York, while Jonathan went and lived with their father in Europe.

He pressed the bag of ice to his face and rubbed his jaw in small circles, sitting in front of the principals desk with Jonathan in the chair beside him, who had a black eye and a swollen lip adorning his usually handsome face.

"I hope you two have an explanation for this" Mr Shadowhunter said, folding his hands in front of him. He had obviously come from somewhere else, not wearing his usual suit, but golfing clothes and gloves.

Jonathan glared over at Gideon, his impossibly black eyes trying to burn holes in his skin. Gideon glared right back.

"Well?" The principal asked, his patience wearing thin. Gideon and Jonathan stared stonily ahead, neither supplying information or saying they couldn't.

"So, let me understand this?" He said, his tone rising with anger "you two just happened to get into a fist fight in the cafeteria for no apparent reason? Is that what you're saying?"

"I called his girlfriend ugly" Jonathan admitted, no emotion colouring his voice, still staring at a point behind the principal's head.

"Now, there, see? That wasn't too hard was it?" Mr Shadowhunter sighed, leaning back into his chair, his fingers on his forehead. He looked up at Gideon very quickly. Gideon, fortunately, understood the look. It was the one when teachers let you see they weren't just teachers, but actual people who understood why you punched someone in the nose.

"So, you understand Jonathan, I'm going to have to contact your father about this" he said, his tone calmer than before.

"WHAT?!" Jonathan jumped in his seat, his face red with anger "he's the one that started it! Call his Father!"

Gideon shook his head, and knew that he'd gotten off easy.

But Jonathan had no right calling Sophie anything, even if it was to complement her, but to go right along and call her downright ugly? Gideon wouldn't stand for it. Usually, he would have told Jonathan to go away, or shut up. Instead, he'd punched him in the mouth, the nose, and then the eye, before turning around to see if Sophie was okay. That was when Jonathan had leapt off the ground and tackled him to the floor, slamming Gideon's head on the linoleum tiles of the cafeteria.

"I might call both your fathers, actually" the principal said, leaning back into his chair. Jonathan let out an exasperated breath, and put his head in his hands, his blond hair falling over his fingers. Gideon stared at the principal, trying to pass a message through mind control.

Please don't call my Dad, please don't call my Dad, please don't call my Dad.

Personally, Gideon thought, he didn't really care if his father got disappointed or angry, but he was worried he might pull him out of the school. He couldn't leave now, after meeting Sophie, or any one of his friends, really.

"Okay, go to class now" Mr Shadowhunter sighed, putting his hand on his forehead and making a gesture.

"Sir" Gideon said, rising from his chair "it's...its saturday".

"Then go to your dorms!" He burst out, jumping slightly in his chair. Gideon left instantly, leaving Jonathan where he was.

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Jem knew he shouldn't have gone for a walk through the rain, and he'd probably come down with pneumonia or something. His hair was flopping in different places, the rain making it go dark, reminding him of its original colour. He'd had black hair before, and brown eyes, and he hadn't been so incredibly pale. It had been years though, since he'd been put on the drug, and he barely remembered what he'd looked like without the help of pictures or videos.

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his damp and clammy sweatshirt and made his way down the hallway, stopping outside his door when he heard the very loud voice of Jace.

"Oh, and make my bed too" he said lazily "I've been meaning to do it for ages but never quite gotten around to it, you know?"

"Anything else, your highness?" Will questioned sarcastically, and Jem heard the sounds of fabric being picked up.

"Well, yes, actually. I'd like you to give me a foot massage"

"What? No" Will protested, and Jem heard Jace sigh.

"Well, if you don't want Jem to find out..."

"Jem to find out what?" Jem asked, opening the door and sitting on his bed, undoing his shoelaces and looking up at Jace. Jace looked casually good looking as always, his blond hair slightly damp, his expression startled. Will was standing over Jace's bed, one of his pillows in his hands and his lips swollen ever so slightly. The room looked like it had been cleaned, surprisingly, and the floor around Will's bed was actually visible, and Alec's bed made to perfection.

"Jem to find out what?" Jem repeated, raising his eyebrows.

"That I played your Violin" Will blurted out, and Jem watched Jace, who looked like he was going to throw up's face relax.

"Oh?" Jem said, leaning back against his pillows and grinning at them "were you any good?"

"I was magnificent" Will admitted, fluffing Jace's pillow and putting it down on his bed.

"Ah" Jem laughed, and put his hands behind his head.

Jace and Will exchanged nervous glances, before smiling widely at Jem and slipping out the door, leaving him slightly confused on his bed.

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