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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MORE VULGAR LANGUAGE THAN WHAT IS TYPICAL FOR THIS STORY.

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Chapter 17:

Monday morning started off rough and the day only snowballed from there. I had gotten absolutely no sleep the night before and it was starting to take its toll. On top of that, Simon was sick so I had had to give Izzy a ride, and she had made me and Clary late. So by the time I got to my locker – ten minutes into first period – I was already mentally drained.

I quickly spun in my combination. The second I open the door, a pile of papers cascaded out. What the hell? I picked up the one closest to my feet and flipped it over. Scrawled on it were the words MAN WHORE. I dropped it back to the ground as though it had burned me.

I squatted down and looked at a few others. They all had similar comments. TEASE. JACKASS. KING OF STDS.

I threw them back on the ground and ran a hand through my hair. What was I supposed to do with all these papers? I stood and looked around. Luckily, no one else was around to see this. The words didn't really bother me – I had heard worse – but that didn't mean I liked that people thought that of me. I spotted a trashcan about ten yards down the hallway.

Scooping up all the papers in my hands, I carried the enormous pile over and dropped them in the bin.

"What are those?"

I spun on my heels to find a curious looking Clary. I stepped to the side a little to block her view. "What are what?"

She gave me a look that meant she wasn't buying it. "The papers you just threw out," she clarified. She shooed me aside and picked one up out of the top of the pile. Her eyebrows knit together. "'Dick'?" she read. She looked back at me. "Where did these come from?"

I smirked at her. "Me. I was practicing my penmanship." I snatched the paper out of her hand.

She gave me a hard look. "Jace." She snatched the paper back out of my hand and waved it in front of my face. "Who wrote these?"

I ran a hand through my already messy hair. "I don't know. I just found them in my locker."

Clary's face matched the shade of her hair. "Well, we're going to find out who did it so I can kill them."

I rolled my eyes. "Clary, you know that I've been called worse. It's not a big deal. Honestly, it was probably just some girl I hooked up with who isn't over me."

Clary stared at me for a few more moments. I had to resist twitching under her fierce gaze. Finally, she sighed. "Okay, fine. Let's just get to the last twenty minutes of first period."

I nodded and turned away. I didn't miss that she folded the paper up and stuffed it in her pocket.

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The day from hell only continued after first period. I was swapping out my books for the ones I needed for second period when I heard someone call my name. Shutting my locker, I turned toward the source and found Ragnor Fell walking toward me. He had his arms outstretched and a smirk on his face. "I heard you left my party early Friday," he said once I was in earshot. "What gives? Was my party not up to the standards of the magnificent Jace Herondale?"

I plastered a fake smile on my face. Ragnor's parties were awesome, but I wasn't a huge fan of him as a person. With his small stature, slightly pointed ears and obnoxious personality, he kind of reminded me of a goblin. "No, of course not. Unfortunately, I was feeling ill and had to leave your party a bit early." I quirk an eyebrow at him. "Would you have preferred I stayed and vomited in your house?"

His face contorted in disgust and he threw his hands up in surrender. "All right, fair enough." He pointed a finger at my chest. "Just don't let it happen again."

I gave him a mock salute. "Sure thing." With a nasally chuckle he walked off in the direction of his next class. I watched him walk away for a moment, then banged my head against my locker door. If I had to keep dealing with snobby, pompous party freaks today, I wasn't going to make it home in one piece.

Just as I composed myself enough to walk away toward my next class, I caught sight of Aline walking briskly toward me. So help me God…

"Jace!" she squealed, seeming relieved. "I'm so glad I caught you!"

I took a deep breath and forced my tone to not sound rude. "Aline, I'm sorry but I'm going to be late to class."

She grabbed my arm. "It's important."

I sighed and gave her my full attention. Aline seemed serious, and she was never serious. "Alright, what's up?"

She used the hand that gripped my arm to drag me over to the side of the hallway. Her voice was an intense whisper. "There's this girl going around, talking to all the other girls. She's telling us we need to do something to you. Like, as revenge."

Now she really had my attention. "Are you serious? Who?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. She's a senior and she's new here." She raised her hand so it was about an inch above her head. "About this tell, brown hair, kind of pretty. Totally psychotic."

It all clicked then. What other girl would call me a tease? "I think I know who she is. Thanks for telling me, Aline. I'll take care of it."

She gave me a small grin. "It's nothing. I just didn't want them to do something drastic and have you get hurt."

I gave her a shoulder a squeeze as I walked past her. "Well, thanks again."

I had to run to get to class before the bell rang. I couldn't afford to be late to class two periods in a row, especially not after spending three days in in school suspension. But the second lunch came around, I was going on a witch hunt for Sharon.

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Clary wasn't in my lunch, so I had to track her down before I went to lunch. If I was going to confront Sharon, I needed the piece of paper Clary had stashed away.

Lucky for me, she was still at her locker when I got there. At least something had gone right. "Hey, shorty!" I called as soon as she was in ear shot.

She looked at me, then looked around her theatrically. "I sure hope you aren't talking to me."

I quirked an eyebrow at her. "What? I was just trying out a new nickname. Don't you like it?"

She smiled and shoved my chest. "Shut up."

She started to walk away and I followed after her, snatching her books from her tiny arms. "Look, Clary, I know you took one of the papers from this morning with you." She opened her mouth to protest, but I rose a hand to stop her. "I'm not mad or anything, I just need it back."

She folded her arms over her chest. "Why?"

Oh boy. Here goes nothing. "I think I know who did it and I'm going to confront her."

Clary perked up at my admission. "You do? Awesome! I'm coming with you. I want to skin this chick alive."

I rolled my eyes. "Clary, I can handle it. Besides, you have class. Now, please give me the paper."

She huffed in defeat. "Fine." She dug the paper out of the jeans pocket and traded me her books for it.

I grinned and leaned down to peck a quick kiss on her temple. "Thank you!" I called as I jogged off.

I knew for a fact that most seniors had lunch this period, so hopefully I wouldn't have to search the entire school for this chick. Luckily for me, the fates were finally deciding to smile upon me and she was sitting at a table with a few other girls when I walked in.

I looked around to find Magnus and Alec staring at me. Alec threw his hands up in a question. I held one finger up to him and stalked over to Sharon's table.

I slammed the paper down directly in front of her, then stood back and folded my arms over my chest.

She looked at it dumbly, then glanced up at me, her eyes wide and innocent looking. I had dealt with enough crazy girls in the past few years to know that that meant nothing. "Jace? What's this?"

"Why don't you tell me? Did you shove a bunch of these papers in my locker or not?" My voice was cold and even. I wanted to yell, but I really didn't want to cause a scene.

Her jaw twitched and she swallowed. I knew then with certainty that it was her. "Jace, I don't know what you're talking about."

I placed my palms on the table and leaned down so I was right in front of her. "Look, I'm sorry if I lead you on, and I'm sorry I just ran out of the party without an explanation, but this," I gestured to the paper, "won't solve anything. Neither will creating an army of disgruntled women. So back off."

Sharon's face was red with anger, not embarrassment. Her eyes flicked down to my left arm. I glanced down to see what she was looking at. My sleeve had risen up and my tattoo was peeking out. Clary's loopy signature was barely visible. "The other girls warned me that I shouldn't have expected too much from you. They said that you were in too deep with that ginger tease to get involved with anyone else."

I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white. Do not hit a girl, do not hit a girl, I reminded myself. "What. Did. You. Call. Her?" I spat each word with more venom than I thought was possible.

Sharon flinched, then schooled her face into a cocky grin. "Who? The ginger tease? You know, we've all been wondering if the curtains match the drapes. You surely know, right? I hear you guys fuck on a weekly basis."

I pushed myself away from the table and forced some space between us. "You are out of your fucking mind, you know that?" Screw not causing a scene, I was screaming now. "If you're pissed at me because we didn't get past first base, that's between you and me. Don't you dare bring Clary into this."

I felt a hand grab my arm. I whipped around to see Alec standing with me, a very pissed looking Magnus beside him. "She's just talking about Clary because she knows it will bother you," Alec hissed to me.

My jaw was clenched so tight I thought my teeth would shatter.

Magnus sat down across from Sharon. "Sharon, is it?" he asked, then stuck out a hand. "Magnus Bane." She looked at his hand with disgust, so he let it drop. "Well, Sharon, our friend Jace here has some serious reservations about hitting women, so he won't lay a finger on you. However, his sister – and good friend of Clary – has no such problem. Have you met her yet? Her name is Isabelle Lightwood."

Sharon swallowed. "I've heard of her," she mumbled.

Izzy had a bit of a reputation for being fierce to protect her loved ones. That time she punched someone for making fun of Alec wasn't the first – or last – time it happened.

Magnus smiled. "Good. Unless you want her to find out about all this and come looking for you, I suggest you not only leave Jace alone, but Clary as well." Magnus gave her a sickly sweet smile. "Deal?" Before she could answer, he stood and grabbed my arm that Alec wasn't holding. Together, they dragged me over to our table and forced me to sit down.

Alec turned to me. "Okay. What the hell happened?"

I took a deep breath and slowly recounted the events of the day, explaining the papers in my locker and how I had deduced that it was Sharon. I even explained what had happened the night of the party. I told them the fake story, though, telling them I left early because I was feeling sick. Not because every time my lips met hers, all I could think about was Clary.

Magnus looked sympathetic, but Alec looked furious. "I have never been so happy to be gay," he grumbled. "Girls are such drama. That chick is out of her mind."

I was starting to calm down and think more rationally. "Guys, you can't tell Clary what that girl said about her. Or who it was that did put the papers in my locker this morning."

Magnus tilted his head like a puppy. "Doesn't she have a right to know?"

"She does, but she was already planning how to murder who put the papers in my locker. If she found out what Sharon said, Clary will really kill her."

"She deserves it," Alec muttered under his breath.

That got a smile out of me. "Alec, since when do you care about Clary? I thought you hated her?"

His cheeks flushed. "I never hated her."

Magnus snorted. "You didn't particularly like her either."

Alec sighed. "Fine, I didn't use to like her, but she and I had a little…chat the other week. We're good now." He lightly hit my arm. "Besides, she's my brother's best friend. I have to like her."

A smile tugged on the edges of my lips, but I couldn't help but be filled with curiosity. What had they been talking about?

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