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Jace didn't speak, he simply pressed his lips to Clary's forehead before he turned and walked away; he was no longer shining with heavenly light, he was now nothing but utterly broken.
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Clary watched Jace walking away from her, he was hurt and it was her fault. She wanted to run to him and to say TO HELL WITH THE PLAN but she couldn't, she had to do this for Luke. Clary knew that the bell hand went off more than a while ago, she didn't even know if Sebastian and Johnathon were still behind her. Get your shit together, Clary told herself as she took a deep breath, closing away everything and everyone, she had to concentrate on one thing and one thing only and that was taking down her father.
Clary turned surprised to find that Sebastian and Johnathon were still leaning against the wall waiting for her, "well boys, what's on the day agenda," Clary strolled toward the boys, a mischievous grin on her face.
Sebastian frowned as he pointed to their Spanish class, "Um, we're at school, so I'm assuming we go to class."
Johnathon on the other hand raised one of his eyebrows, "what'd have in mind?"
Clary stopped when she reached the two boys, placing her hands on her narrow hip, "I'm not into school today, so how about you take me for a bite to eat, and we'll go from there."
Johnathon shook his head, "you sure," he stood from the wall, his eyes staring down at Clary, "you think you can handle me?"
Clary pressed her red lips together, her head screaming for her to run before it was too late, "the question is can you handle me?"
Sebastian chuckled, "Morgenstern, looks like you've met your match," Sebastian threw his arm around Clary's shoulder, pulling her closer to him.
Johnathon nodded, "okay, Clarissa, let's see what you got," he turned walking down the hall.
"Come on, let's go," Sebastian smiled, grabbing Clary's hand and pulling her along beside him.
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Clary walked with the two boys out into the student parking lot, "so which one's yours," Clary's eyes scanned the parking lot.
Johnathon chuckled, "that one," he was pointing toward the back of the parking lot where a massive black truck sat.
"You sure you're not trying to over compensate for a certain something that you're lacking in," Clary mumbled as she followed the two boys toward the truck.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean," Johnathon stopped walking to stare her down with his green eyes.
Clary smirked as she walked by him, patting him on his muscular arm, "Nothing John, I was just wondering, since you have such a big truck does that mean you're lacking in another department."
Johnathon blinked, his mouth opened but nothing came out, "Dude I think she's saying your dick is like nonexistent," Sebastian roared with laughter.
Clary couldn't help but giggle as she watched Johnathon, he really was surprised by what she said, "John, it's cool, I just wondered, I mean seriously the truck's tire is bigger than me."
Johnathon shook his head, looking down at the ground hoping to hide the small smile that appeared on his face, "come on Shorty, let me help you up, it's time to show you what my baby can do."
"Your baby," Clary stood in front of the intimidating truck; she wasn't so sure she wanted to get in there.
"Scared shorty," Johnathon was standing right behind her, his hot breath tickling her ear.
Clary took a deep breath, "Not of the truck, now your driving may be another story."
Johnathon chuckled, "Get over here," Clary walked to him, "Okay, ready?"
Clary nodded, "yeah, it's about time I had a brush with death, right," Johnathon placed his hands on Clary's hips hoisting her high in the air.
"You in Shorty," Johnathon called up to her as she grabbed the truck's door handle and climbed inside the cab as quickly as she could.
"I'm in," Clary answered back, she refused to look out the window.
Sebastian grinned at her as he climbed in the passenger seat, "you ready for this?"
Clary bit the inside of cheek, "Yep, so ready."
Johnathon climbed into the driver's seat his eyes looking in between Sebastian and Clary, "What's up?"
"Nada," Sebastian answered back quickly.
Clary shrugged her shoulder, "Sebastian was just wondering if I was ready to see my life flash before my eyes, you know that's what they say happens right before you die."
Johnathon stuck his key in the ignition, "You're alright Clarissa, you're alright," he looked down at her for a moment and she could have sworn there was something there hiding in the depths of his green eyes, something that wasn't dark, something that made her feel almost comfortable instead of scared, almost.
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"You okay Shorty," Johnathon chuckled as Clary continued gripping the bottom of the dark leather in the truck.
'Shut up, Morgenstern," Clary snapped back, "are you even watching the road?"
"I'll have you know I'm a very experienced driver," Johnathon retorted.
"Yeah, yeah," Sebastian smiled looking over at Clary, "next thing he's going to say is he's been driving since you were in diapers."
Clary turned away from Sebastian, "Really now," she eyed Johnathon, who looked back at her with a mischievous grin appearing on his face.
"I can't help I was born superior," Johnathon shrugged as he continued driving.
Clary rolled her eyes, "Superior, okay, what-ev-er," she sat up a little straighter trying to figure out exactly where they were at, "so Mr. Superior, where are you taking me?"
"You've picked out a nickname for me," Johnathon's voice sounded surprised.
Clary nudged him with her elbow, "well you call me Shorty so I thought you needed one too, Mr. Superior."
Clary watched Johnathon's face, he smiled, he really smiled, "I like it, Mr. Superior."
"Don't let it go to your head, now where are you taking me," Clary was actually beginning to relax, possibly enjoy herself until she saw Johnathon's reaction to her question.
Clary watched as Johnathon's body tensed, "home."
Clary felt her breath leave her; surely she heard wrong, "what was that, I can't hear over the noise that's coming from this oversized matchbox toy truck we're in."
Johnathon didn't laugh, he didn't even look at her, he kept his green eyes fixed on the road ahead of them, his body posture was now stiff, dangerous.
Clary swallowed, "Sebastian," you voice came out in a tremble.
"Yeah," Sebastian was looking at her, his eyes curious.
"Where are we going," Clary asked.
"Johnathon already told you, we're going home," Sebastian winked at her before turning to look out the window.
Clary closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the seat, maybe they meant their home, maybe there was nothing to it but Clary knew she was wrong, she felt it, Johnathon may be taking her to his home but he was also taking her home and that meant seeing her father, the man that killed her mother, Valentine Morgenstern.
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