Hey Peeps...
So, here's the second chapter I guess. If you have any questions or comments please review. Yeah, I'm kinda desperate for reviews. So..ya. To be honest, I kind of start writing stories and then abandon them quite a bit, but yeah, I'm trying not to do that this time so reviews and stuff really help me stay motivated and whatever. Ok, that sounds desperate, but anyways. If you have any ideas or anything that i should add, please don't hesitate to tell me. I love suggestions. Anyway, i know tons of ppl don't read these notes, especially long boring ones like these, so I'm just gonna let you get to the chapter. Ttyl, enjoy!
Quick Explanation:
When it has something like "Clary(3)' " It means it's third person (3) but it's focused on that character.
Sorry if it switches a lot, but I wrote this on google docs so it looked like more between each switch.
Sebastian was gone before Clary woke up. She quickly got dressed in her favourite black jeans. She searched her wardrobe for a long-sleeved top but found none. She frowned slightly, checking her arms. Though the bruises had started to fade away, they were still dark. Blue and grey stains coated her arms and wrists. She slipped on a three quarter length t-shirt and a thick, black hoodie of Sebastians. It was miles to big for her.
As her last class that morning ended, she greatly regretted that choice. Summer had arrived seemingly overnight, as a severe heatwave hit the town.
The sun burned mercilessly and of course, the school air conditioning still hadn't been fixed. The entire building was stuffy and uncomfortable. Everyone had shed their layers, leaving them with the minimum amount of clothes possible. Some of the boys, resorted to pouring the precious bottles of water over their heads, in an effort to convince the coach that football could go on as usual, against the coach's decision. Each classroom was worse than the last.
Clary checked her timetable. History next. 'Great,' she thought, 'I get to sit next to a cocky idiot, in a stinking classroom, full of sweaty immature teenage boys. Great...' Just great.'
...
Clary pulled in her chair awkwardly, to let Jace pass by, on the way to his seat. The classroom was uncomfortably small. For everyone else at least.
"Hi Red," he grinned. Clary rolled her eyes.
"I told you my name, why don't you use it?." She paused. "Or, preferably, not talk at all?"
Jace's grin faltered for a fraction of a second, so quickly Clary thought she might have imagined it, before it morphed into a smirk.
"What happened to the quiet girl, who liked to draw?"
The lesson passed by at a testing rate.
Jace nudged Clary, and she turned round, not even annoyed, grateful for any distraction. He pointed towards the back of the room. She looked, and saw Jordan Kyle, fast asleep. He was drooling slightly, his mouth hanging slightly open. Clary suppressed a giggle. The teacher was completely oblivious. The heavy air was getting to everyone's head. The teacher drawled on…
"Working in pairs….due by tuesday week…."
This caught Clary's attention. 'A project?' She glanced over at Maia, he normal pair for something like this.
Then she heard the words
"Assained pair"
'Well, crap," Clary thought, 'That never ends well.'
Suddenly the teacher was reading out names. This grabbed people's attention.
"Aline and Raphael, Helen and Camille, Ericand Tessa, Clary and Emma, Jace and Julian."
carried on pairing up the class. Clary scanned the room, but couldn't spot her partner. Then she suddenly remembered…
""Oh, sir, Emma's in switzerland for three weeks, she won't be in!"
frowned slightly,
"Well, then.."
"Julian won't be here either," Jace said quietly. The old teacher almost smiled,
"Well then, you two can work together."
"But-"
glared at them, silencing them instantly. He nodded.
"As I was saying… you have two weeks to complete this project. I want a timeline of factual events that occured, in order in the French Revolution. Each event must include a detailed description as well as a picture. You can draw it yourself or print it out. I don't really mind… You can spend the next few minutes planning where to meet up, before the bell rings."
Clary sighed, turning to Jace, who, for once wasn't grinning.
'Am I really that bad to work with?' thought Clary. She barely registered Jace had been talking.
"Sorry?" she asked, snapping back into reality. Jace gave her a questioning look.
"I said, 'Where should we meet up?"
"Oh," mumbled Clary.
"I was thinking," Jace continued, "Maybe your house would be better, cause mine usually has a lot of shouting and drama…"
Clary froze. Whatever his house was like, it would probably be paradise compared to hers. Plus, Sebastian would not react well to a boy coming home with her.
"Um… I think your house would be better… my brother's… err..band, practices at our place."
"Your brother's in a band?" Jace asked skeptically.
"Yeah, it's crap. But don't tell him I said that," she lied, smiling. She was getting good at lying. That wasn't a happy thought.
"Okay, i guess-"
Great," said Clary, a little too quickly. Jace paused, and looked like he was about to say something, when the bell cut him off. Clary sighed internally, and quickly gathered her things. She was out the classroom door, before Jace realized what was happening.
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JACE(3)'
Jace checked the clock. 5:55. Clary was coming over in five minutes. He was nervous... Why the hell was he nervous?
There was a knock on the door. Jace went downstairs and opened it. Clary stood outside, looking slightly flustered.
"Hey," said Jace.
"Hi," replied Clary shortly. Jace gestured for her to come inside. He smiled awkwardly.
"So... do you wanna work in my room or the sitting room? Though Max has a friend over and stuff, and Isabelle's cooking.."
"Your room's fine," said Clary politely. They walked up the stairs in silence.
...
CLARYPOV(1)'
When I walked into Jace's room, the first thought that struck me was, wow. It was tidy. As in, actually tidy. The room was freakishly clean. I wandered around, aimlessly. It was kinda weird. Teenage boy's room were not meant to be tidy. Figured it went against the laws of the universe or something.
"So…"Jace began, "The project…" I smiled awkwardly. Jace, of course, was the exact opposite. "I was thinking…" he began.
...
JacePOV(1)'
After a few minutes we settle, and work together with ease. I was sprawled across a beanbag. I started the research as she drew. I glanced over at her. She sat on the floor, her back against my black armchair, knees to her chest. Pencils littered the floor around her. She looked different when she was drawing. She was concentrating so hard on the picture she was working on that the didn't notice me staring. Her forehead was creased in the most adorable way, and she was nibbling on her lip. Her emerald eyes shone brightly with passion.
I coughed slightly, pulling my eyes away. I checked my watch. I didn't want to ruin it, but it was getting pretty late.
"Are you almost finished?" I called. She straightened up, and glanced down at her sketchpad. She nodded hesitantly, and held it out to me. She nibbled her bottom lip nervously.
I took the papers, looking down at it. I stared at the paper in shock.
Clary(3)'
"You drew this?" Jace gasped. Clary nodded, frowning slightly.
"Wow," Jace smiled. An actual genuine smile. It suited him. "This is amazing. Why didn't you tell me you could draw like this?"
Clary shrugged slightly. Jace stared at the paper in disbelief. The drawing was of 'The Fall of the Bastille.' Jace could see the pain and anger on each and every person's face. The light and darks shaded to perfection. It hurt to look at, but at the same time, it was impossible to look away. It was incredible.
"I don't know… it's not really my best…" Clary reached out to take back the sketchpad but Jace wasn't ready to give it up yet.
"What time is it?" Clary asked, eager to change the topic. Jace glanced down at his watch.
Jace(3)'
Er… almost eight."
Clary paled. "Shit." She started gathering her pencils quickly, stuffing them in her bag. Jace frowned. "I can give you a lift home?" he offered.
Clary paused, before firmly shaking her head.
"No, it's fine, I can walk."
Jace frowned. "This late? Alone? Where d you live?"
Clary seemed to hesitate for a second, before ignoring his protests and continuing to gather the things.
"Seriously Clary," Jace pushed.
"I'll be fine. I have to go. Bye," Clary snapped. She swung her bag over her shoulder, and hurried out of the room. Jace moved to follow her, but before he had taken two steps, he heard the door close. He walked over to the window, and his eyes followed her as she half-marched down the street. Grabbing his keys from his desk, he was out the door in a second.
Clary(3)'
She pulled her jacket tighter around her. Despite the heat of the day, the cold air bit at her. She marched on. 'How could she have let herself get caught up like that? It was almost eight o'clock! Seb would freak!'
Headlight lit her path from behind, as they drove past. The bright light stung her eyes, as she looked back to see a slightly familiar, black car with a very familiar driver.
"You sure you don't want that lift, Red?"
Clary swore. "Go away Jace."
Jace paused for a moment,
"Well, if you don't take my offer, than I am afraid I am going to have to drive right beside you. I can't exactly let a pretty lady such as yourself travel the streets alone at night."
Clary looked away from him, hoping her cheeks were not as pink as they felt. Did he just call her pretty? Why did she even care? But… did he?
"So…" a voice behind her drawled, "What's the answer?"
Clary froze. She couldn't let him see her house. More importantly though, she couldn't let Sebastian see him. He would definitely not react well. . She looked back at him. There was no way she could escape him.
"Seriously Jace-"
"Seriously Clary!" he exclaimed now, completely serious, " I can't let you walk home alone. we're miles from town."
He paused, "Did you walk here?"
"What?" she said, taken aback.
"Did you walk here? Where do you live?"
"Stalker much?" Clary mocked.
"You're avoiding the question."
Clary sighed. "Yeah, I walked."
"And?"
And what Jace?" She shouted indignantly.
"How far?"
Clary paused, looking up at him.
"Not that far. I'm fine Jace. Just go home."
"Nope."
Clary almost screamed in frustration.
"Fine," she said in defeat. She paused. "But… you have to drop me off where I tell you, and then leave. Okay?"
"I promise, Scouts honor," he said, doing a mock salute. Clary rolled her eyes.
"You're not a scout so that doesn't mean anything."
"Are you questioning my honor?" he accused, as Clary climbed in the passenger door. She sighed,and looked away, but Jace swore he could see a smile ghost her lips.
...
"So, where is this mysterious house of yours?" asked Jace. Clary just shrugged slightly, pointing out the next turn to the left. She frowned slightly.
"Okay, stop here." she said.
"Here?" exclaimed Jace. They had pulled up to the crossroad on the opposite side of town.
"Yeah," Clary continued, "I can walk from here. Thanks for the lift."
"You'll walk from here? Clary how far a walk would that happen to be?" he pressed. Clary mumbled something, that Jace didn't quite catch.
"Excuse me?"
"Jace!," Clary snapped. "Remember the deal? Drop me off where I say and leave. Please." Clary was half- begging now. Jace frowned.
"Please," Clary pleaded, "Just go." Jace stared at her for a minute. He didn't like it, but he knew she would never trust him again if he broke his promise.
"Be careful," he sighed. Clary smiled slightly. A sad smile. It didn't reach her eyes. Swinging her bag over her shoulder, she got out of the car.
"See you at school tomorrow?" she asked nodded. He reversed the car, beginning to turn..He saw Clary's eyes follow him, as he slowly drove away, preventing any return before she turned around the corner, and was gone.