AN/ Ok, so I don't write fanfic a lot, and I've never tried a TMI one before so bear with me. My chapters are usually really short, so I'm trying to make them slightly longer in this Fic. I'm going to be really slow at updating, so again, bear with me. And yeah... I'm not proud of this chapter, cozi suck at intros so sorry if it's crap.
So, if you ever have any questions about something in the story, just ask. Anyway, here's the story I guess.
'Shit'. That basically summarized Clary's thoughts that morning. The bus had been late, so she was already in a rush. She had forgotten her history book, and so, had to race to her locker, so that she had time her homework done before the bell rang.
Unfortunately, she had woken up late, so she had next to no time to do her makeup properly. She looked like a mess. She pulled her hair down over her face, covering most of her left side. That helped a bit. Then, of course, some idiot had spilt water all over the floor next to the girls lockers, so she had to wait ages to even get her books. It was like someone was playing 'Fortunately, Unfortunately' with her life, but only doing every second line.
She exhaled slowly, as she sunk down to the floor, her back to the wall. She relaxed slightly, and took out her pencils. She started drawing, and allowed herself to get lost in the process.
She startled when she heard the bell. She quickly collected all of her sketching pencil, placing them in their metal case. Checking the timetable on her phone for confirmation, she rushed off to her classroom.
Jace(3)'
Jace walked up the corridor, attempting to follow a grimy, school map to find the secretary's office. 'Shouldn't it be by the door,' he grumbled silently. Looking down at the flimsy scrap of paper in his hand, he turned right, and banged into someone.
He stepped back as pencils, and a random assortment of objects, clattered to the ground.
"Shit, sorry," he blurted out. He blinked. A girl was staring up at him. She was tiny, barely reaching his shoulders, with bright red hair. He smiled apologetically. For a second, she stared at him expressionless, before her look turned to a glare and she rolled her eyes, kneeling down to gather her things. He crouched down to help.
"Sorry," he repeated. He took a breath. "I'm Jace, by the way."
He smiled.
She didn't.
...
As the lunch bell rang, Jace followed Isabelle, and Jordan (he was on the football team. They had started talking during English) to a bench outside. The sun was shining down relentlessly. Jordan started to talk about a band he was in. Jace fazed out, after about ten seconds, when he saw the red-haired girl sitting at the top of the slope, next to a brown-haired boy.
She sat at the willow tree, drawing in a sketchbook. Her red hair covered half her face, like a waterfall, and rested on her shoulders. She was wearing a completely plain, blue, long-sleeved top and black jeans. She must have been pretty warm in that sun...
Jace's eyes flickered over to the brown-haired boy sitting beside her. He was wearing a geeky t-shirt with some sort of quote on it. 'Her boyfriend,' he guessed. He found himself frowning slightly, though he wasn't sure why.
He looked over at the girl, who he found, had noticed his stare and was glaring back at him. He turned away quickly. Izzy looked at him pointedly. Her eyes flickered between him and the girl.
"Her name's Clary," Isabelle began, "I don't know much about her. She has an art scholarship or something. Not sure who the boy beside her is…"
Jace wasn't listening anymore. The girl, 'Clary' apparently, was laughing at something the boy had said. Jace smiled. She had a nice laugh. He shook his head, wondering where that thought had came from.
Clary(3)'
She hurried down the corridor, in the direction of her classroom. As she stepped around the corner, she suddenly collided with someone. She winced, as her books were pushed against her, hitting the bruised just below her neck and on her ribs. She barely noticed as her things clattered on the ground. She looked up and froze.
He looked just like him. He was tall and lean. He wore a tight, white shirt like he always wore. She mentally flinched. She knew she was being irrational. That was basically all teenage boys wore. Looking back at him, she could see the differences. His hair was a soft gold colour, not a milky white. His eyes were not black, rather, a gold colour. Who had gold eyes? Hell, he practically glowed.
She rolled her eyes, turning to gather her things. The last thing she needed in the school, was another golden boy. She could tell what he was like. Arrogant, Captain of the football team, Loaded. Someone who knew they were hot and shamelessly owned it. Another asshole to make her life a misery. Great!
...
The sun danced on the scene below, down the slope. Her pencil soared across the page. Simon sat beside her, his homework left abandoned, on his right. He leaned over, watching her draw. The sleeve of his green, star-wars t-shirt fluttered against her shoulder.
He was telling her about the band's upcoming gig. The 'Rock Solid Panda' was becoming 'The Golden Medallion.' She laughed. These band names were getting worse. She glanced down, at the crowd of students in the corner, who she was currently drawing, just in time to watch the golden-haired boy from that morning staring back at her. She rolled her eyes, and glared at him. He looked away quickly, and she sighed, returning to her drawing.
Clary hurried to the classroom at the end of the hallway. She stopped abruptly at the end of the door and entered quietly.
"Ms. Morgenstern," said dryly "You're late. Again."
"Sorry," said Clary quietly.
Mr .Keefaw looked like he was about to say something, but before he had the chance there was a tap on the window on the door. The irritated teacher simply waved Clary away as he turned to see who it was. Clary exhaled, quickly taking her seat at the back of the classroom, extremely grateful for whoever was at the door. That feeling disappeared as soon as she saw who it was.
JACE(3)'
Jace fiddled with the pink slip in his hand. He stepped inside the door, handing the note to the teacher. The teacher paused, reading it, before pointing Jace to the empty chair, at the back of the room.
Jace grinned, as he saw the slightly annoyed redhead in the seat beside him. She shuffled over slightly, moving her books as he pulled up a chair.
"Hey red," he smirked. She sighed, rolling her eyes, and didn't bother to reply. This just made Jace grin more.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, seemingly paying attention to the teacher, which, was an impossible feat.
"Hey red-" Jace began.
"Stop calling me that. I have a name you know," she snapped.
"Well, until you tell me it, I'm gonna have to keep calling you 'red' red", he smirked. She glared at him for a minute. He smirked back at her.
"It's Clary," she sighed. Jace grinned.
Clary(3)'
Clary tried to concentrate on what was saying, but it was impossible with Jace grinning at her like that. Did he enjoy her misery?
When the bell rang, Clary was out of there instantly. She had maths next, in the same class as Simon. Finally, a break. Weaving through the crowd, she moved quickly. It was just about the only advantage to her height. She flinched when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She spun around to see a certain golden haired boy. His hands were raised in a mock surrender.
"Just me," he grinned (did he ever stop grinning?)
"I was wondering if you could point me to…." He looked down at a piece of paper in his hand. "... 's room? I have err...math."
'Of course he does…'
"It's this way," she said shortly. She continued walking, gesturing for Jace to follow her. He grinned.
The walked through the noisy corridors. Jace looked around, at the peeling, gray wallpaper. Clary marched turned down the corridor to the left, and entered the first door on her right. He followed, scanning the classroom doors on the way, for rooms he might need to know later.
Jace(3)'
He followed Clary through the doorway, into the small classroom, painted a moldy, crumbling dark yellowish colour. It was stuffy, and stank in a way, only a highschool classroom could.
He scanned the room and spotted Jordan at the back, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. Jace gladly took it. Jordan wasn't bad. They had met in English class, and hit it off. He talked a lot about football, but that was fine with Jace. He was thinking of trying out for the team.
He spotted Clary in the corner, doodling in the top corner of her copy, sitting next to the brown-haired boy.
The teacher stood up from behind the desk, on the computer, where he had, apparently been the entire time. He was short, bald and had big round glasses.
'And he chose to be a highschool teacher?' Jace thought to himself, 'His funeral.'
He pulled out a book at the teacher began to speak.
Clary(3)'
As the last bell rang, signaling that they could leave that hell hole, Clary sighed. She hurried down the hallway, and out the crowded doorway, with a flimsy promise to Simon to call later.
She pulled out her earphones as she walked down the sidewalk. Absentmindedly detangling them, she noticed the dark, grey clouds. Barely, ten seconds after she had left the school gates, the heavens broke, and heavy raindrops thundered down. She moved into the cover of the trees.
A sleek, black car pulled over and the window went down. In the drivers seat, sat a familiar golden-haired boy. When he saw her soaking wet, her damp hair hanging limb, he laughed.
"Want a lift?" he smirked.
Clary firmly shook her head. "Never!" she called back. She reached into her bag, and pulled out a battered, blue umbrella. Raising it, she smirked at Jace.
Jace smiled. Well, she didn't let the rain put out her fire. He had to give her that.
Clary(3)'
Clary stepped through the door, shutting it as quietly as she could. But not quiet enough.
"Clary?" she heard a voice called out. A black-haired boy appeared through the kitchen doorway.
"Hi Sebastian."
"You're soaking wet," he said abruptly. Clary sighed.
"It's pouring outside, Seb. You can't control the weather." Sebastian frowned.
"Why didn't you phone me to come collect you? You'll get sick!"
I'll be fine," smiled Clary, in her sweetest voice. "I'm going to my room now, okay?" She asked meekly. Sebastian paused, before nodding. Clary could feel his eyes on her as she made her way to her room, on top of the stairs.
...
Clary slowly entered her room, and slid the bolt across at the top, before she slid to the floor. Her hand covered her mouth, to stop herself crying out.
Sebastian was… protective. That seemed like the gentlest way to put it. More like possessive. Extremely possessive. He had always protecting her. He never let anyone else hurt her. He never let anyone else touch her. She soon realised it went beyond brotherly compassion...
He was all she had left though. Her father, Valentine, was away most of the time. 'Business,' they always answered, when somebody asked. She knew that what he did was bad, and really illegal but she had learnt long ago not to pry.
Her father was the head of it. You'd think they'd be stinking rich, but obviously it had never occurred to him to share this fortune.
...
Eventually, Clary walked over to her to her desk, and began to pull out the books she needed for homework.
That evening, Clary stood in front of her mirror and frowned. She carefully removed the makeup off her face, and was left staring at the fading, green ting on her cheekbone. She pulled her hair down over her face again. It was better that way.
She crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her head. She tried to block out the noise of the car alarm blaring somewhere on the street, and the drunken shouting as crowds passed her outside her window.
She heard the door creak open, and turned to see her brother enter her room. She wasn't surprised. This had become a normal occurrence.
He crawled over to her, and wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened. He sighed, as if in disappointment.
"Don't worry sis, it's just me. Don't be scared. I'll protect you from them. I'll protect you."
Clary wanted to scream. She wanted to get as far away from him as possible. She was extremely aware of his every touch, and was disgusted by it. But she kept silent. Acting out never helped. It always ended up making everything worse. She lay down, into the pillow, trying to sleep.
"I'll protect you," Sebastian murmured into her ear. "I won't let them touch you. You're mine. You belong to me, not them. I'll make sure they know that."
Clary shuddered. Sebastian noticed.
"There, there sis. Go to sleep. You're safe from them, I promise."
"Yeah, from them," Clary thought, "But never from you."