Look. You guys have been so supportive in your reviews, and because so many people added this to their story alerts (not trying to sound like a snob), I decided to give you a multi-chaptered update. My goal is to reach eight reviews, so help me out, people
Chapter 5
After lunch, Clary headed to the class she'd been looking forward to most: art. Ms. Morgen, the young, concert-T-wearing art instructor, was probably the coolest teacher at Penhallow. She would skip the "back-to-school crap", as she called it, and let the class draw whatever they wanted so she could "get a feel for what you can do." Clary had been in her class ever since freshman year, and she never got tired of it.
Clary opened the door to the art classroom. The walls were covered in paint-splattered canvases; photographs of people, buildings, sunsets and all kinds of flowers and trees; posters with varying color schemes. There were two huge skylights that the entire art program had fought for because of the room's lack of windows. They were open now, letting in the sweet, early autumn air and striping everything with golden light. Clary breathed in. The smell of oil pastels and paint filled her nostrils, sweeter than any perfume.
Clary was about to sit down at a table when she heard it: "Fancy meeting you here."
Clary whipped around. It couldn't be. This was her haven, a place free of drama. Free of ex-friends and their slutbag girlfriends. Or at least, it used to be. Leaning against a counter was Jace, a cocky smirk on his face.
Clary had had just about enough of Jace. She threw back her shoulders and stormed up to him. She'd tried ditching him after lunch, but it obviously hadn't gone according to plan.
"What are you doing in this class?"
Jace grinned. "I wanted to be in wood shop, but it was full. This was the only class with room left for me. Can I sit with you? I don't know anyone else in this class."
"You know Kaelie," said Clary with a snappish note in her voice, gesturing toward the blond femininidiot.
"Just between you and me," said Jace. "She's a dumbass bitch. But she can apparently throw a party. So can I sit with you or not?"
Clary shrugged. "Whatever you want."
I'll update tomorrow, I swear. But right now, I'm about to pass out, so hasta luego, amigos!