A/N This is Chapter 2 I hope like it was a diffcult one to right.
Disclaimer : I don't own The Mortal Intruments just the plot everything else belongs to Cassandra Clare
Clary's POV
"Fray," said a cocky vocie behind her. Jace.
"Herondale," She says triedly.
"You seem to be in a good mood you didn't snap at me to go away," Jace says curoulys.
"I realy don't have the energy right now but the day anin't over yet," Smirks Clary.
"Do you know what Iz is doing for her birthday?" Asks Jace.
"A party with every Junior in classes. Shouldn't you know you live with her," Clary replys.
"She's mad that I dumped all her expansive shampoo and ruined all her makeup so she doesn't want talk to me," Jace smiled at the memeroy of messing with his sisters stuff.
"You know your a jerk right," Clary said.
"Well when you put it that way it sounds bad."
Clary rolled her eyes.
"How's Ratboy?" asks Jace.
"Fine. Why?"
"Just asking," Shrugs Jace.
"Jace you ready?" Alec asks from behind him. "Hey Clary."
"Hello Alec," Nods Clary
"Yeah but your the one who wanted to come so shouldn't I have asked that," Jace smirks while Clary and Alec roll there eyes.
"Whatever," replys Alec. "See you tomorrow Clary."
"Bye Alec," Clary nods again.
"Bye Fray," Jace smirks.
"Bye Herondale," Clary glares at the back of his head before heading back to stacking the books in the shelves.
Jace's POV.
"Alec what do you think about me getting back together with Kaelie and I getting back together?" Askes Jace.
"Why? I thought you thought that she was to clingy after you slept with her," Alec says.
"She was but I did kinda like her," replys Jace as they pull into the driveway.
"I don't know do you want to get back together with her?"
"She was instersting good so yes I'm going to get back together with her," jace says with a smirk
Alec grimenced "Gross."
They walk into the house only to be pushed aside by Iz running outside with her purse and 7in heels.
"Where are you going?" Alec shouts.
"Taking Clary shoping she needs a new dress for my party cause there ain't any way in hell am I letting her where a plain shirt, jeans, and sneakers to my party," relplys Izzy.
Clary's POV
Isabele Lightwood one of Clary's best friends. She also is Jace's sister. Iz love's to take me shopping for she doesn't like my chose of clothing T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
Iz is my total oppiste she's pretty, popular, and the head cheerleader. While she's my oppiste I have my other friend Simon Lewis he's been my best friend since we were five. While me and Iz have been friends since we were seven but no matter how diffrent me Iz are we are friends which is why I'm in a car with her going dress shopping with her for her 17th birthday.
"Iz by chance can I pick a dress more suited for me this time?" asks Clary.
"Depends," replied Iz.
"Fine," sighs Clary. Its her birthday I am not going to complain to much at what she chooses.
We walk in the dress shop where I see racks full of all kinds of dresses and I know I'm going to be here longer then when I told my dad I'd be gone Clary looks at the clock 8:38.
"Well lets start shopping," clapps Isabele.
2 hours later
Clary tries on so many dresses she can't even count how many. Isabele hands Clary a tight black spaghetti strap dress that goes to mid thigh.
"Isabele no," Clary calls out to Iz.
Isabele walks in the dressing room "Why? You look hot I have boots that'll go with it and they'll fit you.
"Fine," sighs Clary.
At Home
Clary gets home at elevan thirty hoping her dad is at a bar drunk or asleep in his room but luck wasn't on her side today because when she walked in he dad was pacing mre like stumbling drunk waiting for her to get home. When he see's I'm home he faces me but the look in his eyes say I'm in trouble.
"Clarrisa you said between eight and nine not around elevan," his voice rising.
He walks over and slapes my face three times hard enough where Clary could feel the bruses forming faster then normaly. He looks at her face and walks away satisfied with pain in her eyes and the marks on her face.
Clary runs in her room trying not to cry. She runs to the mirror and nows she's going to have a little more trouble covering the brusies forming on her face for school tomorrow.
She walks to her bed collapes in a fit of sobs knowing tomorrow is going to be harder then today.