A/N: This is basically a filler chapter for the next one, which I promise you all will love. The next chapter will also have so Jace/Clary. But anyways, in this chapter you sort of learn more about Maggie, but just a little. You'll learn everything about her later on. She's an interesting character. So please review and tell me what you think. If you have any ideas, share them with me. Thanks!
DISCLAMIER: I still own nothing. Sadly.
Clary opened her eyes slowly. Were the past four days just a figment of her imagination? She sat up on her bed, looking around her. The room looked normal. Isabelle wasn't here; her bed made.
Shadowhunters? She had to have dreamt it all.
What time was it? What day was it?
Panicking, she searched for her phone which would have the answer. Finding it under her pillow, she touched the screen. Her eyes widened. Wednesday April 29th? She hadn't been to school in three days. Why hadn't someone woken her up? How come she didn't wake up?
Clary jumped out of bed, looking around. Where were her things? Her book bag? Her textbooks?
"What the fuck is going on?" Clary said. It was barely above a whisper.
"Clary?"
She turned to face the owner of the voice. Isabelle.
Clary got up quickly from the ground and stood in front of the tall girl. "Isabelle, what is going on? Why have I been sleeping for three days? Why hasn't anyone woken me up? Why couldn't I wake up?"
Isabelle looked at her, slightly confused. "Why are you awake?"
"What do you mean?" Clary was confused herself.
"You aren't supposed to be awake" Isabelle said, shaking her head. She pulled out her bejeweled cell phone out of her oversized purse and dialed a number. Clary watched her, folding her arms across her chest.
"Isabelle, what is going on?" Clary begged. She wanted answers. She needed them.
Isabelle ignored her, placing her purse on her bed, phone still glued to ear. "Hey, she's awake" Isabelle listened for a few minutes before she spoke again. "Okay bye"
She snapped the phone shut and tossed it on her bed. Placing her hands on her hips, she stared at Clary.
"Please Isabelle" Clary whispered. Isabelle shook her head slightly. "I can't. Not yet anyways"
"Then when?" Clary exclaimed. "Another three days from now?"
There was a knock at their door. Clary looked at Isabelle questioningly. Isabelle said nothing, walking to the door and opening it.
Sebastian, Alec and a girl Clary didn't know walked in. Sebastian walked up to her, grabbing her arms. He looked in her eyes. "Clary, you okay?"
"No! No one is telling me what's going on!" Clary said yanking herself from her brother. Clary looked past her brother at Alec and the girl he was holding hands with.
"Clary, I'm Maggie" The girl said, smiling. "I know you're probably wondering what the hell is going on but you have to understand something…"
Clary didn't say anything, folding her arms across her chest. Maggie nodded to Alec who took Maggie's purse off her shoulder and put it on the small couch near Clary's side of the room.
"I'm a warlock," She went on. "My brother, Magnus, put a spell on you under special authority. They want to remain nameless." Clary watched as Alec took out a small bottle from the purse and gave it to Maggie. "This potion is the one my brother gave you. It is called soporific. It makes you sleep for a certain amount of time and not wake up until another spell is put on you to do so."
Clary looked at her confused. "But I woke up on my own…"
"That's the thing," Maggie said, giving the bottle back to Alec. He took it carefully and put it back into the purse. "Only shadowhunters can wake up without the power of a spell."
"So this was a test?" Sebastian asked. He clearly didn't know what was going on.
Maggie nodded. "So the result is that Clary is a shadowhunter, just like you." She said referring to Sebastian. "So under the Clave's order someone must train and teach her about the history of Idris and how you all became."
Clary looked dumbfounded. "I have to do what?" She shook her head. "No, no, no, no, no. I was perfectly fine before coming here! Why now am I being pulled into this world I know nothing of?"
Maggie shrugged. "That I can't answer. I'm only a Downworlder."
Clary groaned and sat down on her bed. Sebastian sat next to her. "Clary, it's alright. All you have to do is learn and practice. It isn't hard. I've been doing it all my life."
"That's it." Clary said, looking at him. "You've been doing it all your life. You're a pro. I on the other hand…" She trailed off looking up at the crowd in her room. Isabelle was lying on her bed, talking to Maggie. Alec was off to the side, watching them.
They probably just wanted to give them space. Clary respected that.
"You know what? I'm gonna go for a walk" Clary said, standing up from the bed, quickly. "I need to think."
Sebastian nodded, understandingly. "Alright, just be careful."
She smiled slightly, grabbing her phone off her pillow. She slipped on her Ugg boots and walked out of the room, looking like she had just woken up. But honestly, she didn't care.
Jace watched Simon carefully. "You know," He said. "It's not good to do that"
Simon turned around to look at Jace. "Do what?"
"That," Jace said pointing. "What you're doing."
"Shave my arms?"
Jace nodded. "It's actually sort of creepy too."
Simon rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses higher on the crown of his nose. "Well my coach said it will help me swim faster."
Jace placed the magazine down he was holding and sat up on his bed. "How do you even see anything in the water? You're half blind if your glasses merely slid off."
Simon shrugged. "I have no idea" He turned his back to Jace and continued sliding the razor across his arm. "Let's stop talking about my arms. It's a little weird."
"Talking about your arms is weird? Dude, I'm watching you shave them. That's beyond the highest level of weirdness."
Simon shook his head slightly, laughing. "Well, it will make me swim better."
"Oh and don't forget the part, where your arms will be silkily smooth too."
Simon rolled his eyes. Jace could be so stupid sometimes. "Go occupy yourself with something. You're interrupting my concentration."
"Your concentration? To shave?" Jace shook his head and looked up to the ceiling. "Help me Lord."
"Okay. That's it!" Simon turned around. "Leave!" He pointed to the door. Jace looked appalled. "What? You want me to leave?" Jace grinned at Simon's reaction.
"If you don't leave, I will" Simon said.
Jace shook his head. "No, the pleasure is mine." He got up from the bed, walking past Simon to the door. He opened the door and stopped, turning around. "You wouldn't want anyone seeing you're smooth as a baby bottom arms."
Simon gave him a look. Jace grinned. "I'm leaving now. But just incase you leave the room, make sure you wear a long sleeve shirt."
He closed the door quickly before he could see Simon's reaction. God, he loved bugging him.
Jace walked to the end of the hall where the exit of the building was. Through the clear door he could see a small redhead making her way across the court. Jace narrowed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. His mind tended to play tricks on him and especially lately. It was her.
Jace didn't know if going up to her would be a good thing. He hadn't talked to her since her little meltdown and then Alec's girlfriend's brother had given her some type of potion to put her asleep. Apparently, their father had wanted to do it even though no one was supposed to know.
He opened the glass door and followed her casually. He jogged at first seeing she was a ways away. But once coming into a clear view of her, he slowed. She looked a mess. Her hair was in a ponytail, curly and messy. She was wearing a white tank top with baggy college sweats. The bottoms of her sweats were tucked in lazily in her brown boots. Basically, she looked like she had just woken up. Jace smiled. By the way she was walking; it didn't seem she even cared. He liked that.
Getting closer, he decided to take a chance and call her name. He'd probably look like a total stalker to her. He laughed lightly at himself.
She turned around quickly, tensed. She relaxed when she realized it was him. She stopped walking for him to catch up to her,
"Hey" He said, smiling when he finally reached her.
She smiled back, looking down at the ground.
"Look what happened the other day, it was okay. I understand. I didn't tell anybody."
She looked up at him with blank eyes. "Why not?"
He shrugged. "Who am I to tell anybody else what happened?"
She shrugged. "Okay"
Jace smiled slightly. She seemed distant, like she was thinking about something. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you alright?"
Clary shrugged without looking at him or his eyes. Jace looked down at her. He knew what he was going to say next was something he would never say. Ever. Until now.
"Do you want to talk about it? Whatever it is." Jace offered.
She looked up at him, confused. "What did you just ask me?"
Jace sighed rolling his eyes. "Okay, I tried. I offered. Let's make fun of Jace for caring."
Clary laughed slightly. "It was surprising, yes. But yet very sweet." She looked at him funny. "Are you okay?"
Now Jace laughed. "I'm fine. Remember we were talking about you?"
"Yeah right" Clary folded her arms across her chest, smiling.
"Jace!"
He groaned slightly. He knew that voice. It was a voice he didn't want to have to do anything with. He turned around slowly to face Jenna.
She bounced her way to Jace and Clary, her face turning into a face of disgust when seeing Clary. Her over sized breast bounced in the air, tempting to maybe burst out. Her hair, the color obviously fake, was straight and bouncing in the air as she did. Her makeup was perfect, none of it sweating off or messed up. "Jaceypoo" She cooed, walking up to him and touching his shoulder.
Jace moved back a step, avoiding her hand. "Jenna"
Her brows furrowed for a second but then she grinned. "You know I was thinking," She said walking closer to him. "We could go back to my place and… you know." Her grinned became wider.
Jace frowned. "I have other plans Jenna, sorry" He then turned to face Clary, grabbing her by the arm. He started walking away, taking Clary along with him.
Clary turned around to see the girl's reaction. She was furious. Clary grinned but was a little confused at the same time. She turned back around to see where Jace was leading her. "I think I can walk myself, Wayland." She said a little annoyed.
He stopped and let go of her. "Sorry, I just needed to get away from her."
Clary snorted. "Didn't feel like having sex with her this time?"
Jace chuckled, shaking his head. "Clary, please. You're making me sound a man whore."
She rolled her eyes. "From what I've heard, you are one."
Starting to walk, Jace turned to face her. "You shouldn't always believe what you hear."
She followed him, trying to catch up with his long strides. "What if what I hear comes from your sister?"
"Isabelle doesn't know anything. She thinks she does."
"So how many girls have you slept with?"
"I doubt that's any of your business."
"It isn't. But you would have proven your point."
He stopped and looked at her. "My point?"
"Your point that you aren't a man whore?" She looked at him. "Wow, you're so forgetful."
Jace smiled. "I guess I am. But I'm surely not a man whore I can tell you that, truthfully."
She smiled. "Whatever you say." Clary looked around them. They somehow ended up near the river where she had had her breakdown. She frowned slightly. "What are we doing here?"
"I want to show you something." He smiled taking her hand and leading her to the woods on the other side of the small river.
