11/21/2013

A/N: Ughh. This is the second draft already, how stupid I am, losing the first one. However, my excuse for not updating is that I have exams. The stress involved has given me a massive writer's block. Anyway guys. My holiday is almost beginning, and it will let me update more. Probably twice a month. Now, I would like to ask if you want a long update, once a month, or a short one, twice a month? I'll write and post according to reviews. Alright, I'm sorry for leaving you guys hanging! And for fans of Why should I forgive?, I'm sorry. I let a negative review get to me. But eh. Whatever. I've discovered that I don't give a fuck. If you are writing negative reviews, at least have a decency to include an advice to make it better. That person who left the review complained about-

Oops. Sorry. I'm sure you guys don't need to read me rant on and on. I would like to say that

I AM REWRITING WHY SHOULD I FORGIVE, THE CURRENT ONE WILL BE TAKEN DOWN SOON, AND REPLACED WITH A BETTER VERSION.

There. Now, are you readers happy? Thank you, , for jolting me out of that stupid stupor. I realized from the review that there are still people who wanted to read my story.

Sorry for the long AN! Now, enjoy!

CPOV

The alarm clock beeped.

I groaned in frustration, slamming my hand on the infernal device, then picking it up and flinging it halfway across the room.

It shattered against the wall with a loud sound, and I gave a satisfied grin.

"You're just an alarm clock., Fred. You can't disturb my slumber."

Why yes, I like naming inanimate objects, so I can rant at them properly.

I glanced at my iPod, Irina,which has just beeped.

"Hmm." I hummed softly to myself. "Yes. Today's the day we make our grand entrance." And the day I face Jace. My conscious added.

The last night I spent cooped up in my room has given me plenty of time to think. And I came to realize that I overreacted, really badly. And I also came to the decision that I will act as if nothing's wrong.

You should put more effort into dressing up today. My conscious seem to say.

I got up, and slid out of bed smoothly, walking into the bathroom. I walked out fifteen minutes later, my hair damp, a bathrobe tightened around my body. I sat down at the vanity, and instead of braiding my hair, my usual technique to slightly curly hair, I lightly curled it instead. I smiled in satisfaction as the loose curls fell around my face, framing it. I piled it up on my head, and secured it there with a thin dagger, effectively keeping it away from my face. I swiped a blend of dark grey and black eye shadow over my closed eyelids, and used eyeliner to line my eyes thinly, dragging it a bit to make my wide green eyes look narrower, more dangerous, and brushed blood red lipstick over nude lip gloss, making my lips look plump. I smiled, and smacked my lips, as if eating bubblegums. Then I swiped a thin layer of light pink blush over my cheeks, and avoiding foundation altogether to let my pale skin shine through. I smiled widely at myself in the mirror, I look like a vampire, not the one in Twilight, mind you, but a real vampire, with pale skin, and eyeliner-ed eyes. I quickly put on my lingerie, and frowned in distaste at the uniform. I left the top two buttons of my short sleeved white button down open, and pulled on a black denim skirt. Why not? Since the uniform regulation only said black skirt. I put on my black tie, not tightened properly, giving me the I-don't-give-a-fuck look, and slipped my foot into my studded combat boots, and slinging my black leather jacket over my shoulder after putting on my usual cross necklace, and a pair of silver skull earrings . After slipping a couple of sheathed knives into my boots, a dagger hidden in my

"All done." I hummed happily, skipping out of the room.

I found that no one has woken up yet, and so I decided to make breakfast. I hummed contentedly to myself as I took out eggs, and bacon strips from the fridge, and set to the task of making breakfast.

Jace was the first to emerge from his room.

"Ooh. Smelled nice. Who's-" He froze as he saw me. "Clary?"

"Hi Jace!" I greeted, cheerfulness and amusement clear and genuine in my voice. "Breakfast's ready! Scrambled eggs, bacons, and pancakes!"

"Are you trying to make me fat?" He asked playfully, and I was glad we were back to the usual banter. "It would be a crime to ruin a body this hot."

I snorted, sliding scrambled eggs and bacon onto Jace's waiting plate. "Yes. So girls here and far away would be spared from your egotistical comments and asshole-y attitude"

"I'm deeply insulted." Jace said, putting a hand to his heart in mock hurt. "And absolutely horrified such a pretty girl like you would be cruel enough to rob the world of my hotness."

I ignored the fluttering in my stomach that came from his comment.

He called you cute! My conscious screamed.

Shut up. I screamed back.

"Suck it up." She said out loud.

"Clary?" Simon and Isabelle stared in shock at me, emerging into the kitchen.

'Hi! Why is everyone acting so surprised to see me?" I asked, peering innocently from under my lashes to Izzy.

"Uh. No. Of course Clary, it's no surprise to see you at all." Izzy regained her composure first, smiling at me.

"Good. I made breakfast. Come and get some. School starts today."

I peered at Izzy, and found that instead of a mid thigh denim skirt like me, she had opted for a mid thigh, skin tight black leather skirt, and like me, she left the top two buttons open. I'm pretty sure no one buttons them up anyway, and she has worn five-inch knee high boots, all laced up. Her make up is perfect, as usual, and her hair is, again, stick straight, falling to the small of her back. She has on a spiked bracelet, and a silver/black necklace that took the shape of a black cat, stretching.

"Nice outfit." I commented as I slid pancakes and bacons onto her plate.

"Thanks." She beamed. 'You don't look too bad yourself."

I smiled at Simon as I slid his breakfast onto his plate. 'How's the hacking going?"

"Great!" He grinned, and Izzy and Jace turned to listen. Simon's hacking skills is a vital part of our mission. "I have managed to get footage of every part of the school, and will be installing micro cameras at the places the security cameras didn't cover too." He made a face. "They even have footage of every student's dorm room."

"Ewwww." Izzy scrunched her face. "What if the students were getting hot and heavy?"

Simon's face turned beet red. "I don't know." He said at last. "But I saw a couple getting real hot and heavy when I was checking the footage yesterday. Blehh." He gagged. "So I programmed filters for anything..ah..sexual.. into my computer."

Jace patted Simon's back, maybe a little too hard. "Poor you." He mocked.

Simon pretended to not have heard. "That girl looks like a real slut." He commented, face still red.

"Hmm?" Izzy seemed interested. "I love slut bashing. What's her hair color?"

Simon furrowed his brows. "Umm." He hesitated. "I think it's platinum blonde. And it looks bleached."

Noticing Izzy's look, he shuddered. "Don't ask." He said. "Video footage quality is crystal clear. Saw it as if I'm standing in the room."

I gagged.

Izzy pretended to puke.

Jace laughed. "You guys look constipated."

I shot him a glare.

"Okay, guys." Simon said, breaking the glaring contest between me and Jace. "This is like, a talent school for rich kids. So we should choose our fields. All classes will be bended depending on the skill."

"I don't get it." Izzy frowned.

"Okay." Simon said patiently. "Like, if you're here for being a math genius, they'll replace some of your art, drama, literature classes with classes for improving math skills."

Izzy made a face. "I'll pass on that."

"Hey!" I asked suddenly, an idea occurring to me. "So that means I'll have to choose the same field as Jace? To get the same schedule?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Simon said, looking sympathetic.

I groaned. "Fine!" I said. "List the fields."

Simon took out his micro, palm-sized supercomputer.

"Art, Martial Arts aka Combat, Music, Maths, Chemistry, Physics, Biology, Literature, Fashion Design, Modeling, Game Design, Technology, Drama, Athletics. Yeah. Pretty much it." Simon said, and added as an afterthought. "I think we shouldn't enter combat, or technology for that matter. In case the criminal studies here, or has inside information. We might make him suspicious. And, you can combine maximum three to four fields together."

"Simon. That's really good logic." I said, and Izzy nodded, giving Simon a thumbs up. Simon seemed to swell with happiness.

"Fashion Design." Izzy said.

"Art." I said.

"Athletics." Jace said.

"Gaming all the way." Simon grinned.

"We need to combine the fields now to get the same timetable." Izzy smiled.

"I suppose I can try fashion design." Simon sighed. "I can design geeky tees for nerdy teens, and put some of my awesome quotes there. Izzy'll have to do the designing though."

Izzy nodded enthusiastically. 'Game design can't be that hard."

"I'm pretty decent in athletics." I said, almost in an excited tone that I feel surprised by it.

"Well, though I would prefer music, I will try art. I can draw some killer stick figures." Jace said, and seeing my scowl, he smirked.

"Anything for you baby."

I scowled at him again, and said, "I'm a pretty decent music student. So, I can combine art, music, athletics, and fashion design. I can have at least a class with Izzy that way."

Jace winked at me. "I'll take athletics, art, music, and literature."

Izzy grinned. "Fashion design, music, game design, and modeling. Simon will be doing my Game design stuff."

Simon nodded, and looked dreamily at Izzy. "I can play the drums." He offered. "So, Game Design, Music, Fashion Design, and uh, maybe cutlery."

"THEY HAVE CUTLERY?" Izzy yelled excitedly, and I'm sure I looked horrified.

'Izzy. You can't drop Game design, you need classes with Simon." I tried to persuade her. "And you love the other fields too much to drop them."

"You're right." Izzy sighed. "Oh well. Maybe I can fit cooking classes somewhere in the schedule."

I sighed in relief. "Okay. Music will be the meeting point for us four everyday.

My iPhone beeped.

"Maia texted." I said, answering their questioning stare. "And- Oh shit! We're late!" I almost screamed as I saw the time.

We all scrambled to our feet, and dropped the plates in the sink. And sprinted out of the penthouse, the door slamming shut and automatically locking behind us.

Are you guys happy with the chapter? Thanks for sticking with me. I'm really grateful. Holidays are beginning. And think of this as a calm before the storm. More will be coming! And yesss. Catching Fire is out. Tune in for more frequent updates during December!

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Kaitlyn xoxo