A/N: Hiii everyone! Thanks to all who reviewed, faved and followed the last chapter. This is chapter 21, and I hope you enjoy! Next week is my exam week so I don't think I will be able to update, but we'll see. Next update's probably going to be on Sunday or something. xx

"Where were you just now?"

"Shelter." I muttered at Jonathan who was watching TV.

"You're still going there? After all that's happened…" He trailed off.

I scowled. "Yep. I still do."

"That doesn't make sense. You should stop going there."

I stopped dead on my tracks to get food. "Seriously? Jonathan, is this like, your, thought process? 'Oh wow, after something slightly weird happens someplace I should quit going there and make sure my siblings stop going there too, even if they don't feel the same way!' Seriously, Jonathan? And frankly, this girl who used to be one of my enemies made me feel a lot better than you have these past few days. You know, I have no idea where you're going with all this. What's your problem, anyway? Maybe I should go back to being silent."

He covered his face with his hands. "Don't go back to being silent. I'm very proud of you."

"You never told me." I said, scary-calm.

"I know. I- I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry."

I nodded. "Whatever. Fine. Well, I'll have to sing tomorrow. Not looking forward to it."

"Oh, right." Jonathan said, getting up and wrapping his arms around me, doing what he usually did to comfort be since I was little. "Don't worry, you'll do great. Like last time."

"Thanks, but, you really could have said that earlier."

"Right. Sorry I didn't. So now I'll say it a million times…"

My eyes widened. Jonathan did do that when I was mad, but he would say sorry instead of "You'lldogreatyou'lldogreatyou'lldogreatyou'lldogreatyou'lldo-"

"Alright, Jonathan, STOP."

He laughed. "Alright, sis." He ruffled my hair. "You're not mad at me anymore, right?"

"No." I said, and proceeded to grab some food to eat.

He grinned, and went back to watching TV.

o~O~o

It was another one of my mom and Luke's Family Night moods again. And this time, we were out BBQing.

"Um, Luke. Luke. Luke, NO!"

Instead of having one of those normal gas-fueled grills like other families did, we had a charcoal one.

Jonathan was hovering around Luke and mom, trying to let the fire grow bigger so we could actually barbecue.

And Luke was fanning around the fire with a magazine or something, but then he must have put the magazine too close to it because it caught on fire.

Mom screamed, Luke darted back and Jonathan and I immediately got one of the water bottles and put the fire out before it could attract our neighbors.

"Mom." Jonathan says annoyedly as Luke goes to throw what was left of the magazine into the bin. "Are you sure we're going to continue with these family nights? So far they're been a failure."

Mom rolled her eyes. "We'll see, but let's finish this dinner."

o~O~o

I walked past the hall on Thursday to see that a few girls were crowded around the stage, setting stuff up. For tomorrow. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my iPod.

And then I saw the ugly pink hair, and knew it was Kaelie. AND I noticed that they were using a lot of pink sparkly glitter and banners. Silver streamers were hung everywhere. Was that even allowed?!

I scowled. It took me everything not to yell "Hey, girlfriends! We aren't having a Barbie party in here tomorrow! We're sixteen!"

And how the hell was I going to sing in that?

Before I could suffer any more, I left the hall before anyone spotted me, and walked to study hall annoyedly.

"Isabelle." I said, sitting down next to Isabelle. She turned her head toward me.

"What?"

"The barbies are, let's say, having fun with pink and glitter and streamers in the hall."

Her eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Yep. And Aline's gonna be back. Kaelie had fun ruling, now it's time for Aline to regain her crown."

"I wonder if the freshmen like pink."

I rolled my eyes. "According to Kaelie, I'm going to be bitchbashed. Let's insert a dramatic tone here."

A smile tugged at the corner of Isabelle's lips. "Haters gonna hate, refrigerators gonna refrigerate, tomatoes gonna tomate."

"Gee, thanks, Isabelle."

"The monologue wasn't that bad."

"Thanks for that too." I rolled my eyes again.

"It was good, to be honest. It was kind of funny. You were so badass up there, in those shorts and that tank with a high ponytail talking about bashing bitches."

I grinned. "I've been there."

"Yeah. Sorry, Clary, I guess I kind of… over-reacted. I think it's about… Jace. What happened to him."

"Right." I frown. "He's out tomorrow."

"Yep." She grinned. "But he's probably gonna have it on his record and not to mention, the fine."

"How much?"

"Like, $300."

"I could pay half." I offered. It was partially my fault.

"Oh, no, it's fine. We can pay it. After all, you didn't…. do that."

"Right." I said quietly. "But I still feel guilty. Just let me pay it."

"It's fine, Clary."

The teacher walked in, and I opened up my chemistry textbook and continued conversing with Isabelle passing notes.

Do you want to go to the mall? Today?

-Iz

The mall? I was surprised Izzy was up for the mall, after what happened.

Sure. I need to take my mind off things, anyway.

-C

So after school, Izzy and I were walking around the mall, window shopping. She laughed. "I remember, when I first moved here, I immediately went to this mall. And I remember exactly walking along this path two months ago. I was like, 'wow, this place is amazing'. Seriously, I'm really loving New York."

I smiled sadly. "You should come to Central Park with me. And go check the daisies out."

"The daisies?"

"Yep. The daisies." And I stopped talking. Isabelle seemed to notice because she stopped too. We walked into Starbucks and bought some frappucinos.

"Hell yeah, we're white girls." Isabelle laughed.

I grinned. "White girl stereotypes. OMG, it's sixty degrees!"

"You know what I mean!"

"UGG BOOT WEATHER!" We chorused together, and started to laugh so loud, people next to us turned their heads toward us.

I sipped on my vanilla cream frap as we walked into a boutique. "Iz, this place is all Betty Boop."

"Still!" She squealed, holding up some dress that, I'm sure would make her look amazing.

I decided to look around the Betty Boop store, flinching at all the disney-princess like dresses and the sparkly sunglasses. I held a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses up for examining, and almost laughed at how ridiculous it looked.

As I put it back in, I saw them.

Four of them, giggling, dressed in puffy cream dresses, hot pink feather boas wrapped around their necks. Aline was recovered, and I did not see a single scar on her body.

At all. Seemed like the hospital did a great job.

For some reason, I felt relieved. Kaelie looked really perfect- and sickening with her pink hair and getup.

I ducked behind a display of bras before one of them could look up and see me. And then, a thought struck my mind- could those be what they would wear for tomorrow?!

Well, if my memory was correct, the LAST TIME they were up on the stage performing, they had plaid on.

"Ohmygod, Al, you look absolutely bootylicious in that. Seriously, we should get these. And we could give Frecklejuice and her golden boy a showdown."

Frecklejuice? Frecklejuice?! Were they, like, 5 or something?

"Yeah, her toy should go screw himself."

"Ketchup on meat."

"I always find myself wondering, why the ginger minger actually has any friends. I mean, even an asshole like Jace deserves better!"

"He's in jail."

They all started to laugh, and I felt myself boiling with anger, wanting to go out and slap them already. And tell them in their faces, that, bitches please I know I'm fabulous and will do better than you ever will. But then I remembered what happened and slunk away.

"Clary?" Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned around to see it was Isabelle. "Bras? Really? Do you use hot pink and black lace?"

"Hey, Iz, and no." I muttered. "It's the barbies, the princesses or Aline's little posse."

Isabelle looked up and saw the four girls. "Oh my god. Seriously. Let's go now."

"Yeah." I shivered. "It's very creepy. Do you think they're gonna wear that for tomorrow? They insulted me and Jace, by the way."

"I don't know." Isabelle shrugged as we run-walked out of the store. "Those bitches, I swear I'll kill them. What did they say? Seelie looks ridiculous in that boa, by the way."

We laughed, and walked out of the store to get pretzels, while I told Isabelle about what happened.

Sorry if this seemed like a filler, the next chapter will be better ^^

The reviews are great, keep them coming! See you all next chapter and that would probably be the second show. And when Jace gets out! :D

~Nicole