Sorry guys! I finished this chapter a couple days ago but my wfi has been off, still trying to fix that problem(I've resorted to hiding in my closet with a book, my cat, and tea.) but I'm at my dad's today so quickly put this up for you all :) enjoy and please review.
Raindrops trickle down my face like tears as I walk home. I keep replaying that scene over and over through my head. He tried to kiss me.
Honestly, I don't know what to think. I've never liked anyone before. Wait. No. You don't like him. Right. I don't. At least, I'm pretty sure I don't. I've never done.. well anything, really. Never liked, kissed, or done the do; if you know what I mean. Hell I'm only sixteen, of course I haven't done anything that crazy. Then again, that never stopped Izzy, or Jace I'm sure. Why would he like me anyway? I'm a short fucked up nut job. But… so is he. He just told you himself. This brings me back to reality.
He's messed up too...
And for once, I'm glad I'm not alone.
~Jace~
I pull into the garage, next to my new project; a 49' Mercury. Alec had found it and got a great deal for it, knowing I've wanted to try it out. I cut the engine off, sitting there staring at the rain streaked windshield. I don't know what I was thinking back there. I wasn't thinking. My mind was focused on nothing but her and.. I don't know what happened.
We stared at eachother for what felt like hours, until another clap of thunder sounded and she jumped, breaking the stare. I pushed myself out of the mulch and dirt, wiping my hands off on my jeans. I wasn't whether to reach out, or to just stand there and hope she says something. But she just sits there with her head down, rain streaming down her face and weaving through her curls. I wanted to reach out so bad. I wanted to rewind that moment, stop the storm, and restart. But I couldn't. Finally, I managed to make a sound. I cleared my throat "I should be heading home, Iz will wonder where I disappeared to."
She looks up at me and I hold my breath. Just like my nightmare, her crystal emerald eyes stare straight at me and she nods. I hold my hand out and she hesitantly takes it and I help her up. We walk slowly back to my car not saying a word to each other until I stop at the passenger door.
"I could drive you home if you'd like?" I ask, stuffing my hands into my pockets.
"No…its alright. But... thanks." I nod and she starts to walk away. She walks slowly though the rain and all I want to do is cover her up or do anything that'll keep her here. But I don't do anything. Just watch as she moves through the rain and out of sight.
The heavy thud of the garage door shutting brings me back. Iz glares daggers at me, marching over to the driver's door, yanking it open.
"Where the hell have you been?!" I just look straight ahead; clenching my marred hands on the wheel.
"Excuse me, but I'm talking to you! You cant just leave school, not tell anyone, and not even come home till hours later!" It's been hours? I take my seatbelt off and begin to step out of the car.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!? You aren't going to mope your way to your room and ignore me. I want an answer now!" she yells. I pause then look up at her. She doesn't budge.
"I was out with Clary." Its all I say, and then push my way past her. She continues to yell after me but I just shut her out. I'll shut anyone out if I have to. I just want to be alone. I shut and lock the door of my bedroom and strip down to my boxers, throwing my rain pattered and blood smeared clothes into the hamper. Falling into my bed I let myself drift.
I wake up later in the afternoon. Rubbing my tired eyes, I sit up looking around. My room is messier than usual and its dark outside. I push myself up and head downstairs. Grabbing a Monster from the fridge, I sit on the counter and look out the window. The street lights are still on so it can't be too late, plus the neighbors across the street still of their lights on and their well into their eighties. They've lived there since the first day I came here and I still don't know their names. The husband used to come out every morning to mow the lawn while his wife tended to the little flower garden by the porch. I remember every once in awhile, when i played basketball as a distraction rather than a hobby, the old man would sit the old porch swing with a beer and watch me, giving me pointers here and there. I never said anything back, rarely even gave a nod or grunt back to even acknowledge the guy. Of course I feel bad now; I might have been going through a hard time but doesn't mean I should've been a dick to an old guy just helping me out. I should probably apologize or pay them back or at least introduce myself. Now that I think about it, they don't have a fence or anything around their little garden and I've seen rabbits and all kinds of rodents get in there before. Maybe build them a fence or mow their lawn since the husband can't do it anymore.
I push myself off the counter and head into the garage, I know we have some left over wood from Max's failed treehouse plan and I can get the old mower started up again in no time. I tape my hands up, not wanting to reopen the cuts, and get to work. By the time I'm done, I've gone through four monsters and the fence I made can be opened and reshaped thanks to some chicken wire I found behind a few crates. Its strange for me to actually do something besides fix cars and work out. And it feels nice to do something for someone else, even if I don't know them all that well. Hell they could be brother and sister for all I know. But, then again, that'd be a bit strange. Oh well, they're getting neighborly hospitality for the first time and that's that. Maybe I can get Izzy to bake something, nah. This is something I owe them, not Iz. Plus I want them to like me, not poison them.
By the time I get the mower started up its nearly three in the morning. You'd think someone who can turn old junk cars into prize winning beauties would know how to start up a stupid fucking mower. But nope; one cannot complete a task so easily. I must've woken the whole neighborhood with my whoops and crazed monkey sounds when I finally heard the guttural growl of it kickstarting, smoke spewing from somewhere. I was surprised to notice that Izzy or Max hadn't woken up from all the noise I was surely making all night. When I went inside there was only the sounds of the grandfather clock ticking and snores drifting from Max's room. I was still wide awake so bed was out of the question, infact I plan on staying home today. I have things I need to think through anyway. But, now isn't the time or place, so I go into the kitchen, grab a bottle of water but then decided to trade it in for another Monster when I felt a yawn coming on, and head back upstairs. I take my time in the shower, no school or people to worry about today so who cares how long I'm in for. The shower that is. When I finally get out the bathroom is fogged up. I wrap a towel loosely round my hips and grab my phone. I hook it up to the speakers and open up Pandora and let whatever station it was on play. I sing along to Black Parade as I dry my hair and fix it up. Once that's done I grab a pair of distressed jeans and pull them on. When I look at the alarm clock its well pass five. Iz alert in 3…2….And then I hear my name being yelled. I roll my eyes and down the last bit of my Monster.
"JACE! WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME AT FIVE!?" I once again ignore her and walk back downstairs. She continues her rampage on me as I gladly slam the garage door shut.
Before I know it, the door is slamming shut once again. Iz marches over to me and glowers. I give her a broad smile and raise my glass of water to her.
"Well good morning my dear sister, sleep well?" I say in an overly cheerful voice.
"Fuck you. Stop it with the sneaking away and hiding shit from me! I don't know what your deal is but you need to tell whatever it is to fuck off, because its getting in the way of my life too. Being a dick is one thing but turning into a maniac who wakes up from nightmares with cuts all over you is another. You're lucky I haven't told dad yet, he'd send you back to all those therapists and doctors, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?" She smirks and folds her arms over her chest. This time, I glare at her.
"Don't fucking threaten me, Iz. You know damn well I wont take it. And stay the hell out of my business, it's none of your concern! If you have a problem with me, take it up with me. Don't go running like a little brat to Coach and expect that all your wishes will come true. Newsflash, the world doesn't revolve around you!" I snap at her, I shove past her to go inside but turn just before leaving. "And for fucks sake, your childhood best friend came back, act like you actually give a damn!" and with that, I once again slam the garage door and stomp my way back to my room. I grab my headphones and hook them up to my phone, blasting whatever music came on first.
~Clary~
When I got home last night Jonathan was still out with his friends and god knows where mum was. Not many people have met my mum, out of my friends that is. They just know I live with her and she doesn't like my father, but who does? I suppose you could say she's a bit... nuts. Yeah, hypocritical much? I'm aware I'm probably just as bad. I don't see her too often, she's either locked up in her room or roaming around the house. Its not that she's not nice or that I don't love her, of course I do. But she's like Jonathan, she's been through the same shit but doesn't know what I had to go through. I won't admit that that was selfish, because I truly did have a shit childhood. My mum looks a lot like me. I think that's one reason why my father hated me so much, besides being rebellious at a young age. I was too young to know how their relationship was; whether it was good, bad, or something else. Honestly, I'm not quite sure why my father was such a dick to begin with. Guess it's mother nature's doing. Anywho, when I got home I was soaked to the bone so I decided that a hot bath would be good. I layed in there for probably hours just listening to music on shuffle, not even bothering about my bruises and scars or even what had happened in the playground. For once, I didn't have a care in the world.
But today is practically a slap of reality in the face. When I woke up I felt too sick to even bother getting up. Jonathan banged on my door several times like he does every school morning, but I just moaned in pain from the loud sounds. He came in about half an hour of run-by knocking.
"What the hell Clare, haven't you heard me bangin on the door?" I slowly roll over, pillow still covering my face, to face him.
"Every. Damn. Bloody. One." I groan at him.
"Bloody Hell, Clary. Sick? Again? You do realize this isn't New York or UK where you can just ditch school whenever, right? Come on, up. Not buying it this time." He starts to pull my warm cave of blankets off but I planned ahead and had my nails dug into them. But he continued to yank them off and a pouty cry came from my mouth. I curled up into a ball and held my pillow tightly.
"Clary, enough. You are perfectly fine." He says. I pout again and shake my head. "Fine. Have it your way."
I wait for something to happen or for him to start threatening me, but I only hear his heavy steps walking out. I peek out from underneath my pillow and see I'm alone again. Too shitty to care, I grab my blankets and pillow and curl back up again. Not minutes later, i hear his steps again. Before he can do anything to me, I risk the shooting pain to my head and quickly get to my feet on my bed and throw my pillow at him. It just barely missed his head and, startled, he drops the pitcher of water he had in his hands.
"ONE STEP CLOSER AND SIR, YOU WILL GET HIT AGAIN!" I yell as loud as my sore throat will let me. He quickly throws his hands in the air, eyes wide. We both stand there, me pointing my hands folded into a fake gun and him the trespasser in my territory. We stare at eachother for a long while before he burst out laughing. I couldn't help but join in. We were both bent over, holding out guts in hope that they don't burst. I missed laughing with my brother. We haven't been very close since we moved back. But all too soon, the laughter died down. Then I felt all the pain and crap come back to me all at once and I jumped up and ran into my bathroom. Needless to say, it wasn't one of my most graceful moments. Jon came in a second later and knelt down beside me and pushed my hair back from my gross face.
"Damn Clare.. thought you were just messin around." He muttered, putting a cool hand over my forehead. "Tis Yeah you definitely got a fever. Sorry kid, shoulda listened to ya." He says ruffling my hair. I glare at him and push his hand away. He laughs and stands up, helping me up. "Okay, fine. You're staying home. But I swear to god, you leave the house and you're dead meat on a stick, got it?" I just mumble incoherently and crawl back into bed. He goes downstairs and comes back with a glass of water and all of my favorite movies, which includes Wolverine, V for Vendetta, Perks of Being a Wallflower, and; don't laugh at me for this one, The Lion King. He also brought a few of his fluffy pillows and made sure I was comfortable as could be before he headed off to school.
Gotta admit, I could get used to him being my person care taker. I kick back, hug my old stuffed bunny to my side, and begin The Lion King. Church even decided to grave me with his presence and sat down right on my lap. Though I'm pretty sure he just wanted to see Mufasa get hurled into a stampede and die. Church isn't the 'pet me, I love you, so pet me' kinda cat. He prefers solitude and well.. food. That's about it. But he tolerates me, I tolerate him. We watched the rest of the movie and I got another glass of water. When I went back upstairs, Church had fallen asleep on my pillow pile. I grabbed my phone and shoved him over, the lazy poofball didn't even stir. I went through my usual scroll through Facebook Newsfeed. I don't even post anything but its entertaining to see what the ole distant relatives and stranger friends are up to. Though I wasn't expecting to see Jace with an old couple, smiling and shirtless. Yeah.. you heard me.. Jace. Smiling. Shirtless… I checked to see when it was posted and it was only an hour ago. Wait. Im not friends with Jace on Facebook.. I go through who liked and commented and Magnus had done both. Course. Its kinda weird seeing Jace on a screen, I mean he looks the same, but… different. Maybe its because he actually looks genuinely happy. True. I begin to wonder who the old couple are, he never mentioned grandparents last night. Deciding to ask him later, I quickly friend request him and close the app. I had just put in the next movie when my phone buzzes multiple times. I look at it and he'd already accepted and messaged me several times. Oookay than..
Jace
Hey Clary
Incase you were wondering(Know you were so don't deny it) the oldies are my neighbors. Decided to help them out.
I laugh a little and text back
Read at 10:37
Clary
Ello Jace
Incase you were wondering, there is school today. And though it may be sweet and all to help out the elderly, isn't school suppose to come first. Plus there's your uh Coach, remember?
Read at 10:40
Typing…
Jace
Well thank you for reminding me, where would I be without you? xD
Read at 10:41
Clary
You'd probably be at school. And may I inquire as to why you aren't now?
Read at 10:42
Jace
Eh, it's what rebels do.
Read at 10:43
Clary
So I've heard. But what's you're excuse?
Read at 10:43
Jace
Ouch. That's cold.
Read at 10:44
Clary
^-^ I try, Sam. I try.
Read at 10:44
Jace
…Uh.. hate to disspoint you but I'd be Jace. You sure you're feelin alright?
Read at 10:45
Clary
No. Im not feeling alright. Hence the reason I ditched today. And it's a movie reference -.-
Read at 10:46
Jace
K smartass. And how the heck was I suppose to know?!
Read at 10:46
Clary
Oh, I don't know… WATCH THE MOVIE LIKE I AM?!
Read 10:47
Jace
Hey now…
Typing…
Clary
Youre a Rock Star! Get your show on, get paid. And all that glitters is gold! Only shooting stars break the moOoOld
Typing…
Read at 10:49
Jace
…Seriously? Was that necessary?
Read at 10:49
Clary
Very.
Read at 10:50
Jace
xD okay. True.
Read at 10:53
Clary
Ha! ^-^
Read at 10:53
Jace
Soo.. not feelin the usual chipper Clary self, huh?
Read at 10:54
Clary
Yes, because I'm totally a 'chipper' person on a good day. xD
Read at 10:55
Jace
Totes! xp (commence the Magnus voice)
No but seriously.. you okay?
Clary
Yeah. just a little sick is all
Jace
:/ aw. That's no fun. If it makes ya feel any better, I could come over and mow your lawn and build a wittle white picket fence(cause that's soooo manly xD ). If youre lucky I'll make lemonade… itd taste terrible but I'll do it! Lol
Read at 11:00
Clary
XD that'd be just fabulous but wouldn't wanna get you sick too, pretty sure my bro is gonna kill me for nearly puking on him this morning.
Jace
omg you shoulda recorded that!
Clary
Yes because when im about to be sick the first thing on my mind is to record it!
Jace
Hey, just sayin, would make millions on that. xD k. im comin to the rescue, prepare your taste buds for the worst lemonade EVER! Itll make the record books for sure!
Clary
I just told you no! do we seriously need to go over the first thing ya learn in kindergarten: 'Being sicky makes others icky.' Boom. Simple rule man.
Jace
Icky? xD last I checked the first rule I learned in kindergarten was 'Hey sonny! Don't throw your spaghetti at _Insert name of small child who gets spaghetti thrown at him quite often here_ '
Clary
-_- of course you were that type of child.
Jace
Yep! Teachers just adored me!
K. Im gonna go make that lemonade and you can definitely count on me to drive there on my lawn mower with a boom box blasting cheesy love crap!
Clary
You're insufferable..
Jace
You know it ;)
Read at 11:11
I shake my head at that. I go back to my movie; Sam, Charlie, and Patrick are driving through the tunnel. I pull my knee up under my chin and whisper the best line in the movie…
"I feel infinite."