Jace's POV:
When Robert and Mayrse got home they nearly had a panic attack. They had brought new windows and doors, triple checking all the locks. Max had told them the tale. He took his time on the bit where Clary and he had had to go up the laundry chute. We were going back to school now. Clary and I went in my car. Izzy was taking her own car.
We pulled up and got out. I took Clary's hand and we walked in to the building. Izzy had gotten to Clary and she wore ripped blue skinny jeans, a form fitting grease style top that was off the shoulders, Izzy's grey leather jacket with studded lapels and black converse. She was getting many glances from the boys but, flanked by Jon, his friends and me, no one made a move. Clary hadn't told Jon what had happened and I think he knew something was up. When Clary had slammed her locker shut we had walked to class. We parted in the corridor. I kissed Clary's cheek.
"I'll see you later," she smiled, caressing my cheek before pecking me on the lips.
"I love you," she said.
"Miss Morgernstern! Would you refrain from public displays of affection in my doorway and get inside this class now!" A teacher shouted.
"Just because you don't have a life," she muttered and I headed off.
"What was that?" I heard the teacher ask.
"Nothing," Clary replied in her butter-wouldn't-melt voice.
When I was I music I sat down at the back in my seat. My partner, a girl named Sasha, sat by me. We didn't talk much and an air of awkwardness was assumed. The sluts came up to me and I groaned. Sasha looked at me, glaring at the sluts who pushed their boobs in my face.
"Honey, your boobs are supposed to be inside your shirt," she said. The sluts looked at her savagely. I held back a laugh as Sasha continued.
"And I'm not being rude but can't you see he has a girlfriend? Obviously not if you keep throwing yourselves at him. God, don't you have any respect for yourselves? If I were you, I'd wipe all that shit off your face, put some proper clothes on and smile. Then you'd look half decent instead of pouting like a dying fish," All the way through Sasha's rant I had been holding back a laugh. Now I let it go and high fived her. The teacher walked in now.
"Alright class. We will be doing projects in pairs." She said. I turned to Sasha
"Will you?" She nodded.
"You will be composing two songs. Each one about a past experience. At the end of the project we will be presenting them to the class," At that Sasha groaned. I shot her a reassuring smile and she smiled back nervously.
"Not keen on performing?"
"Not really." We were left alone for the rest of the lesson.
After that lesson I had art. I walked in to find Izzy and Clary discussing something.
"...so you'll teach me?" Izzy asked.
"Yeah. You need strong legs and upper body strength though." Clary said. I frowned.
"What are you two talking about?" I asked. "Clary's going to teach me how to defend myself and we are going to the beach on Saturday," Izzy said. I nodded. I felt a bit guilty about getting Clary to do the dirty work when we were attacked by those men.
Art passed quickly and so did the rest of the lessons until gym. The boys were separate from the girls but I could hear that they were doing dance. That would go well with Izzy and Clary.
Clary's POV:
"We are doing dance," the teacher said. "Street dance to be specific." I looked Izzy. We were going to play it safe. We learnt the routine and added extra bits and soon it was the end of the day. We had survived and no one had found out.