Hey guys! SShinyEspeonn here, back again with another chapter!
I just looked at the reviews for this story, and I am so happy people are liking it and want more! So here's more!
DISCLAIMER: Nothing here belongs to me except for my OC's which I will leave after this chapter and the plot. Everything else belongs to Cassandra Clare.
Bye! See you at the end of this chapter, and in the meanwhile, enjoy chapter 8 of Agent in High School!
Clary POV:
Day two of High School went fairly normal, which was a surprise. Everything was fine and boring, but something interesting happened after school.
As I was standing around the bus station with Aline waiting for the bus to come, a car pulled up in front of the station. The window rolled down, revealing Isabelle sitting on the passenger seat.
"Hey! Clary! You want to hitch a ride with us?" she asked. Next to her in the driver's seat, Jace sat there, looking annoyed.
"And ditch Aline?" I replied. "Anyways, your brother there looks annoyed. Wouldn't want to piss off the almighty Jace now, would I?" I added, sarcastically.
"I don't mind! I had to ditch you anyways Clary, sorry for not telling you earlier, I have to go grocery shopping." Aline piped in.
"See?" Isabelle said. "You can come with us. No more excuses." Isabelle did something that made a noise from the car, I assume she unlocked the car doors. "And Jace doesn't mind, now do you, Jace?" Isabelle said, gritting her teeth. I heard a sigh.
"No, I don't mind, but just don't try to cook dinner. You are a horrible cook."
"What did you say, I couldn't hear you, Jace."
"I said that you shouldn't cook because you might get grease and stuff all over your clothes! I didn't say anything about you being horrible at cooking, no no no." Jace repeated. He seemed unnaturally positive when he said that. I wondered if Isabelle would be a worthy opponent. Jace seemed scared of her, after all.
I got in in the back, and the rest of the ride to Isabelle's home was awkwardly silent. When we arrived, I was amazed at how their house was so close to mine.
There was a huge mansion, the Lightwood's residence, and across the street, there was the dinky apartment building I lived in. I couldn't believe they lived so close to where I was staying.
"Wow, you know that dinky apartment building across the street? That's where I live, and Aline lives there too!" I said, trying to be friendly.
I guess it worked because Isabelle replied, "Really? Funny, how Aline and I never crossed paths."
I didn't know how to reply, so I just looked at her with this what I hoped looked friendly smile. I felt super awkward.
"Hey, so I'll give you a tour of my house. Let's go!" Isabelle said, thankfully breaking the awkward moment. She hauled me into her house and started jabbering about which rooms were which and things of that nature. I blanked out, soaking up the information to evaluate later.
After about a good thirty minutes later, she was finally finished, and I found myself at the kitchen. Isabelle handed me an apple, and I gladly accepted. This was about the time where I finished my training and went to my home at the Institute and ate a small snack, like an apple.
"So, Clary, where did you come from?" Isabelle asked. I tensed a little, I knew that this would come up some time, but not so soon. I wasn't ready to answer this question, I hadn't thought of a reasonable answer or any of the questions to possible questions people may ask.
"Um… It's kind of a confusing story, I'll tell you some other time," I replied. Definitely not the smoothest answer, but it seemed to convince Isabelle into leaving the matter alone.
"Hey Clary! So I'm gonna go up to my room, wanna come along?" Isabelle asked.
"Not yet, I'll come up in a little while Isabelle. Just need to finish my apple."
"I don't mind you eating in my room!" Isabelle exclaimed. "And also, don't call me Isabelle. Only my parents call me that and it's usually when I'm in trouble. Just call me Izzy!"
"Oh, okay Izzy. And no, I was taught not to eat in other people's rooms." It was true, I wasn't allowed to eat anywhere except for my home and the Institute Cafeteria.
"Sure then. I guess its fine, I need to change my clothes anyway. Come to my room after your done, you know where to go, right?" I nodded in reply.
Izzy then smiled and went up the grand staircase.
Good, now I can look around the mansion to see if there are any clues to assist me in my mission. I stood up and put down my apple, anxious to adventure the home of my new friend and mission subject.
Okay. So to be honest, I wrote this chapter a long time ago, but I didn't upload it for some weird reason. So just excuse that. Please? Ciao~!
