"I still can't believe that Jordan just left you—in the middle of nowhere," Kaelie Whitewillow stated with a angry look on her face. "You could have been killed!"

"It's fine," Clary sighed as she pushed her hair out of her face. "But that's it—I am so done with him."

"Wait, you're breaking up with him?" Lydia Branwell tipped her head to the side, looking up from her phone, which she had been tapping at furiously for the past few minutes, not looking as though she had been paying any attention to the conversation that had been going on between her two friends. To be fair, though, she rarely paid attention to anyone else, which was why Clary was glad she only hung out with them once or twice a week on their breaks. "But you guys have been together for, I don't know, forever." Kaelie narrowed her eyes and made a face.

"Didn't you hear what she said? He left her all by herself, up in the hills. And he was taking drugs while driving!" She stated.

"But we all know he does drugs," Lydia frowned.

"Not while driving!" Clary stated and Lydia shrugged.

"I just think that you should give him another chance. I mean, it's our senior year, and he's the captain of the basketball team, and it's not like you have to be with him for the rest of your life or anything, but maybe just until schools over," Lydia shrugged again and then looked back down at her phone, interest gone. Clary and Kaelie exchanged looks before rolling their eyes and looking away from Lydia. They were sitting at a picnic table at the top of the small hill that lead down to the large field, where a lot of their classmates were, including Jordan. Him and some of his friends were playing football, although clearly without any rules, because they pretty much just kept on tackling each other and laughing and throwing the football at one anothers heads.

"Wait, so you said that Daniel was with Heidi? I knew she was a tramp," Kaelie snorted as she hitched up her skirt even higher, almost so her underwear were showing, stretching her legs out in front of her as the sun beat down. Despite the fact that she paid for multiple tans a year, she still claimed that her skin could always do with a little bronzing.

Clary was pretty sure she was just trying to get their algebra teacher, Victor Aldertree, to notice her, since he was close by, talking with another one of the teachers.

"She might not know that he has a girlfriend," Clary shrugged. "It's not like he advertises it."

"Still," Lydia interjected with a roll of her eyes.

"And wait—why is she the tramp? Isn't he the manwhore for sleeping around since he's the one with a girlfriend?" Clary screwed up her nose and Lydia snorted.

"I'm pretty sure we all know that it's always the womans fault," she stated. "Although who could fault us for just going after what we want?" Clary and Kaelie lifted their eyebrows as they looked at their friend, who was still staring down at the phone in her hands. After a few moment passed, she seemed to sense their eyes on her and she looked up. "What? Come on—I was kidding," she gave them a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes before looking back at her phone and Clary and Kaelie exchanged looks before rolling their eyes.

"I don't mean that she's a tramp just because of Daniel, she's made out with tons of peoples boyfriends, it's kind of her thing, right? Maybe that's her kink..." Kaelie drifted off and scrunched up her nose, tapping her perfectly polished nailed against her bare knee. "Wait, would that make it kink shaming?" She looked honestly concerned and Lydia let out a laugh and finally put her phone down to pay attention to Kaelie. It was around that point that Clary turned back to the boys on the field and pursed her lips together.

Jordan had text her yesterday, asking if he wanted to go out and get dinner. There had been no mention about what had happened in the early hours of the morning, no checking up to see if she was alright, and definitely no apology.

He had come by the house to pick her up that morning, but she had already left with Simon, which she had arranged with him when they had gone out to brunch on Sunday morning. Simon had been livid when he had found out that Jordan had just left her, and he had wanted to storm over to Jordan's house and do something weird like defend her honor, but then Clary reminded him that he was scrawny and the only muscles he had were in his thumbs from playing playstation.

Simon had been her friend since they were three and their nannies were having an affair with each other. His dad had made his millions in the tech market while her dad made his millions in the hotel business. Simon took after his father in the fact that he was incredibly smart, especially when it came to computer technology and Clary took after her mother, in the way that she was gorgeous and confident and liked to be the centre of attention. They were so completely different, but their friendship was strong.

"Wait, so how did you get home?" Kaelie asked. Clary was still zoned out, looking in the direction of the field but her mind elsewhere. Kaelie reached out and waved her hand in front of her friends face until Clary blinked at looked at her. "How did you get home? After Jordan left you?"

"Uh, I got a ride," Clary shrugged, her lips pinching together in the corner.

"Yeah, obviously, I know that you didn't walk all the way home," Kaelie rolled her eyes. "But who did you get a ride with?" Clary lifted her hand to fiddle with a curl of hair that was resting against her cheek.

"The guy that Jordan was buying from," she admitted and both Kaelie and Lydia's eyes went wide.

"What?!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"Look, it's okay," Clary assured them, even though both of her friends looked as though they were about to have a panic attack. "He took me home, he didn't follow me inside and I wore a helmet."

"A helmet?" Kaelie's eyes seemed to get impossibly wider. "You were on a motorbike?!"

"You know people die on those things, right?" Lydia looked horrified, and she even ignored the vibrations from her phone, notifying her to a text message, which meant that they really had her attention. "Like—all the time."

"I'm pretty sure that's not accurate," Clary sighed as she pushed off the picnic table. "Anyway, I've got shit to do, I'll see you guys around." Kaelie and Lydia both looked as though they had a lot more to say but Clary picked up her pace, her skirt flicking around her ass and her chin jutted forward. There were a couple of 'hellos' called out as she walked past as people quickly moved out of the way, but she ignored them all. It was lunch time but she only had one class left for the day, and it was Biology, and she really didn't care much about that. Her attendance was already horrific, it wasn't as though her parents cared enough to check up on it.

"Clary!" Came a shout from behind her. Clary's eyes narrowed but her step didn't falter. She could feel footfalls getting closer and closer but they didn't catch up to her until she reached the path that lead toward the car park. "Clary, what the fuck, baby?" Clary couldn't stop the roll of her eyes but she didn't stop running until Jordan caught up with her and grabbed her arm.

"Ow!" Clary snapped as she jerked her arm around and turned around to look at her boyfriend. Or ex boyfriend. She really hadn't decided yet. "What do you want, Jordan?"

"I haven't seen you today," Jordan shrugged a shoulder. "Are you avoiding me?"

"Am I avoiding you after you left me at three in the morning on the side of the road after you brought drugs from a gang member?" Clary arched an eyebrow at Jordan, who at least had the decency to look slightly guilty. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." Jordan pursed his lips together and it looked as though he was going to roll his eyes, but he managed to hold it back. Clary couldn't help but skim him over.

He was good looking, kind of in the bad boy, rocker kind of way. He had longish brown hair, curls falling over his forehead and the thickest, dark eyelashes that Clary had ever seen on a guy. He had broad shoulders and he was pretty muscular. He had these tattoos around both arms, winding around both of his biceps which were ancient sanskirt mantras from the Upanishads, which he thought made him all deep and thoughtful. The thing was, even though he looked like he was doing the whole bad boy thing, it was a preppy bad boy thing.

He didn't hold a candle to the biker guy.

Not like Clary had been thinking about him.

Much.

"Let me drive you home?" Jordan asked with a tilt of his head.

"I'm good, thanks," her words were dripping sarcasm but Jordan ignored them, given that was pretty much her go-to.

"Then how are you gonna get home?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrows. "I saw your car at your house this morning when I came to pick you up, which means you got a ride," he spread out his arms, looking more than a little cocky. "I don't see anyone here to give you a lift." Clary let out a heavy breath through her nose. She hadn't even thought about that.

"Fine," she uttered and a grin spread across Jordan's face. He came over to her, slinging an arm around her shoulder and tugging her into his side. She stiffened and pulled away slightly, but she didn't duck out from under his arm. They walked down the path and toward the car park. Jordan's car was parked right at the front, only two spots away from where the path lead them to his flashy yellow BMW. He unlocked the doors with a click of the fob on his key ring and let his arm slide off her shoulder as she walked around to the passenger side. Clary got into the car and let out a purposefully loud sigh as she settled into the leather seats. Jordan glanced over at her but he didn't say anything as he turned on the car and moved it into reverse.

They pulled out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic. Jordan flicked on the radio, but he knew that he was in hot water, so he kept it turned down low, rather than having it turned all the way like he usually would. It took almost half an hour to get home in the mid-afternoon traffic. When they drove up to her house, Clary pressed the gate remote that was on her key ring, and it slid open, allowing Jordan to drive up the sharp incline to right outside the huge garage that held Clary's car, her mothers SUV and both of her fathers vehicles.

"So..." Jordan began slowly and reached over and rested his hand on Clary's knee. She looked down at his hand, and she already knew where this was going. "Would you let me come in?" His hand slid further up her thigh. "I can make it up to you? Show you how bad I feel?" Clary snorted and shoved his hand off her leg.

"You could just say 'sorry'," she snapped at him. "Since you haven't done that." Jordan regarded her for a beat too long, and by the time his lips were opening, maybe to attempt some halfhearted apology, Clary was pushing open her door. "I'll see you around, Jordan. We're fucking done." She slammed the door shut and stalked toward the house. If Jordan was really sorry or if he really wanted to be with her, he could always get out of the car and follow her.

Predictably, he didn't, and Clary just rolled her eyes as she unlocked the front door of her house and disappeared inside, making sure to slam the front door as well.