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Song of the chapter: Cough Syrup
By Young The Giant
Clary pov
Once I got into the back room I erupted in tears. My whole body shook. I leaned on the sink of the kitchen, staring into my reflection of the bleach water where cups are soaking. My mascara stained tears mixed with the water, turning the area strangely milky.
I force myself to stop crying.
I force myself to stand up.
I force myself to breathe.
In. Out. In. Out.
It's a routine.
I used to cry all the time.
Now it doesn't happen very often, but when it does, I know how to handle it, to make it stop.
My body shakes it's self off, but my mind screams out. It screams for everything that my voice doesn't.
I scream in silence.
Jace pov
I walk into Java Jones the day after the incident. I've been pacing in my driveway for the past hour, debating on whether to come or not.
I guess the thing that made up my mind was that I needed to see how she was doing. Not necessarily even talk to her. I just need to know.
She's behind the counter humming lightly, and I cough as I step up to the register.
Her head moves up from her book slowly, like she doesn't entirely want to put it away. When her eyes meet mine, they flash with recognition, but she only smiles politely.
"What can I getcha?"
"Uh a medium espresso please. I'm jace by the way," I answer. She is about to turn around to make it, but stops when I say, "ya know I'm sorry about yesterday."
She turns her head and locks eyes for a second, but then turns away to make my espresso.
"It's okay," I hear her say lightly. "It's not a big deal."
She turns around and a soft smile is on her lips. She hands me my coffee.
"No but really. I feel bad."
"I'm telling you, I understand. You're new. You want to fit in. I get it. I don't blame you." In her words I can hear a little but of stress.
"But really-"
"Stop," she snaps "you're just doing what you have to do."
At that she walks into the backroom.
•first day of school•
Clary pov
She wind rips though my hair on the way to school. I feel so free right now, and I'm savoring that before the inevitable torture of classes.
When I'm on my motor bike, it feels like my troubles float off swiftly with the wind, and I suddenly laugh vaguely at the image of them smacking the drivers behind me in the face.
I'm smiling when I park my bike in the car park outside of the school. I see Simon, my best friend and walk towards him. He's talking with one of our other friends, Jordan.
"Sup nerd." Simon greets me when I get close.
"The fact that you think I'm the nerd in this friendship is hilarious and absurd." I retort.
"Ouch. Man she got you bad" Jordan laughs. I join him, while Simon puts on a sour expression, which just makes us laugh harder.
We walk inside together, and pick up our schedules and licker numbers.
We say bye to Jordan, and Simon and I make our way to my locker. As I approach it, I suddenly get shoved, dropping to the floor.
I look up to see Jace.
Jace pov
I'm ready for my grand entrance. I'm wearing a tight black v neck shirt that you can see my abs through, and black skinny jeans. I've met most of the popular people from my new school, but it's equally important to have the normal people adore me too.
I strut though the doors, at the perfect time when people aren't going into their first period, but are already by their lockers. I see the stares of girls, and I flash a smile, winking at a group of cheerleaders. One of them who I've met before, Seelie Queen, flaunts up to me. I take her hand and kiss it, holding it to my face.
"So, Seelie, I was thinking that I could take you out to the movies later tonight." I say smoothly.
"Ooh Jace, that'd be great." She squeaked, in her high, nasally voice. I have to force myself not to smirk. This was all too easy. My first conquest. Might as well start with the queen.
I walk along the hall, head in my schedule, when I suddenly crash into somebody. I look down and Clary is on the floor. I'm about to help her up when I hear people laughing. I look around. They think I pushed her on purpose. But they're laughing with me.
I'm in too far to go back now.
I start laughing too.
"Better watch where you're going, Fairchild." I shoot at her.
She just looks up at me with a blank face. No hurt. No fear. Just a clean face, devoid of emotion.
"Haha nice one Wayland!" Sebastian praises, fist bumping me.
We walk off laughing.
I look back. Most of the people have gone, but only the people who were laughing, which were mostly cheerleaders and populars. Half of the crowd though, was around Clary, asking if she was okay, and helping her up.
I continued laughing with Seb, but there's one thing that I can't shake.
Clary's emotionless face.
A nagging voice asks one question in is the back of my mind.
'How often does she has to hide her feelings like that?'