Clary's POV:
It was literally impossible for him to have that footage unless someone had taped it and he bought it off them. The CIA hadn't wanted any footage getting out as it would alert the news teams to Sebastian's arrest. It would be everywhere and we hadn't wanted that. We had wanted it contained with a need-to-know rule. The teacher didn't know but something wasn't right. The CIA had made sure all the footage they had was stored away safely, the rest of it destroyed. Nothing could have leaked out could it? I doubt it. Besides, this footage gave me reason to believe that the person filming it had been hidden behind the big tree.
"I have my ways," the teacher said, trying to move on. I gritted my teeth, I was going to ask him later.
"Now, do we believe that Sebastian is guilty, under influence of something or innocent?" He asked.
"Guilty," Izzy, Jace and I all said at once, hard expressions on our faces. I felt the wave of protectiveness that I had done in the club where Raphael had lunged at Izzy.
"Guilty? What is your reasoning for that opinion? I'm not saying that you are wrong or that you are right but I need evidence," Mr Elmont said. I hated him too now.
"He just is!" I said.
"He. Just. Is? What sort of answer is that?" He asked. I clenched my fists.
"It's my answer." The bell rang and the three of us were out the door before anyone else had moved. Jace and Izzy led me down the corridor.
"How did he get that footage? It's impossible! They said no-one would know! No-one would find out!" I turned and punched a locker. When I moved my hand there was a fist sized dent in it with an imprint of my knuckles. Someone came running up the corridor and grabbed me by my shoulders, spinning me around to face them. It was Jon.
"Go home. I'll take Clary!" He ordered and led me out to his motorbike in the parking lot.
"Get on!" He said. I did, wrapping my arms around his chest and holding on.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Somewhere for you to cool down," he told me. We zoomed off and pulled up at a gym. Jon led me inside. He nodded at the guy at the desk.
"Felix,"
"Hey Jon. You know that gym's for high leveled people. Not amatures like your girlfriend," he said.
"Sister actually," I said and stalked into the gym. Jon and Felix followed me. I walked over to the punching bag. Felix snickered and I glared at him. I took a deep breath and released my anger. I smacked the punching bag with all my might and it made the support pool shudder. Felix whistled, impressed. I carried on punching, letting my anger out. With each punch I let out a feeling.
It's your fault. Punch. I hate you. Punch. I will kill you. Punch. They're dead because of you. Punch. And so on.
With one last punch the support beam snapped and the punching bag flew across the room. Felix stopped smirking. The bag had landed against a pile of mats. At least it didn't hit the wall and dent it. Felix headed over to the bag.
"Your gonna have to pay for that!" He whistled. I rolled my eyes. Felix began to pick up the bag. I walked over and picked it up by the handle, by one hand. It was lighter than some of the bodies I had carried. I dumped it under the broken pole and pulled some money out my pocket. Handing it to Felix, I turned to see all the men in the gym looking at me, shocked. I briefly realised that I was the only girl here.
"That enough?" I asked Felix.
"Y...yeah. That's fine." He said and then added "thank you," as an after thought. I pulled Jonathan out after me as I walked out.
"Wow sis," he said, impressed. "Do you want to go to Taki's?" He asked.
"Sure," I responded, texting Jace so that he wouldn't panic. Jon drove us to Taki's on his motorbike. We sat in one of the booths, lining the walls. The waitress was glaring at me. I found it funny that she thought we were going out when we were brother and sister. Once she had given us the menus she left, swinging her hips.
"She's kinda cute," Jon said. I smirked.
"Ask her out," I suggested, Jon looked at me.
"No,"
"Why not?" I shot back
"Because it'd be awkward," he said. I bit my lip and turned to the waitress.
"You, c'mere!" I ordered. I may have sounded like a bitch but I didn't care, I was trying to hard not to laugh. The waitress walked over, glaring at me.
"You and your boyfriend decided to what to have?" She asked, pulling out a notebook.
"My brother was wondering if you would go out with him?" I asked. The waitress looked shocked. She was actually really pretty when she wasn't glaring. "I'm just gonna go... See you Jon," I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door. On the way home I grabbed a coffee. It was slowly growing darker. I took a sip of my coffee and chucked the empty cup in the bin. There was a club about a block ahead of me and a group of drunk men outside it. I groaned, this would be fun! Hear my obvious sarcasm there? I shook my hair back and stalked past the club. The group of men catcalled and whistled. I flipped them off and they laughed.
"'Ey! Claryyyyy!" One of them yelled. I stopped. It was Nathan.
"Hey Nathan!" I said. He was drunk, the scent of alcohol dropping off him.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm partay-ing!" He yelled. I rolled my eyes, conscious of the way the guys gathered around me.
"Yeah, but seriously? Your parents are gonna be pissed!" I was debating whether to take him home in a cab when another guy started talking.
"Woah mate! You ne'er said she were thi' fit!" He slurred. I bit my lip and grabbed Nathan's arm.
"Come on, I'm taking you home," I told him, hailing a cab.
"Naw mate! Don go!" Another guy yelled. One of the guys tried to grab my but and I caught his wrist, twisting it until I heard a crack! He howled in pain and the other guys laughed.
"Nate! She really is da firecracker you said she were!" The first guy said. I put Nathan's arm over my shoulder and helped him lean on me.
I reminded myself to never wear leather pants again - you get all sorts of unwanted attention. My black tang top was being dragged down Nathan. You could see the top of my red lacy bra that Izzy had gotten me. I had thrown it on this morning and I really wished I had gotten up earlier so I had time to chose properly. It was a push up bra and my boobs looked huge. With my leather jacket and black boots, I had the badass type of look going on. A cabbie pulled up, eyeing my boobs, and I pulled Nathan towards it. Nathan got in with some difficulty, managing to expose half my bra as he did. I got in next to him, pulling my shirt up and telling the cabbie the address as the guys outside hooted at my chest. I had had to lean over before getting in to push Nathan over and I had felt their eyes bore into my ass. Not fun.
The whole journey the cabbie had been eyeing me up and sending winks my way. I scoffed when he did it again.
"What's wrong sweetie? Don't want me to show you a good time?" He asked and I laughed.
"Please! My boyfriend could literally kill you!" The cabbie raised his eyebrow questioningly.
"He's not here now is he?" He asked, suggestively.
"Let me rephrase that for you. I don't want some old, perv of a cabbie to get off by looking at my chest and I am quite capable of killing you myself!" The cabbie opened his mouth but I cracked my knuckles and then my neck. He shut up and drove then.
When we got to my road he pulled over and I payed him before dragging Nathan out of the cab. He was passed out by then so I had to pick him up. The cabbie gapped at me as I picked him up in my arms, kicking the door shut with my foot. I walked up Nathan's drive and kicked on the door. A light turned on upstairs and someone came running down.
"...Nathan I swear to god I will - Clary?" Nathan's mum answered the door, her husband behind her. I gestured to Nathan in my arms and Mark took him from me quickly.
"Thank you," he said. I nodded and turned to go.
"Clary? Where did you find him?" Nathan's mum asked.
"Outside a club," I said and went back to my house. Once inside I crept upstairs, everyone was in bed. I took a quick shower before pulling on my sleep shorts and tang top. I walked back into my room to find Jace, asleep in my bed. He was clutching the pillow to his face, inhaling deeply.
"Clary!" He murmured before moaning. "Don't go!" He said. I slid into the bed besides him and he unconsciously pulled me into his arms. I smiled and placed a kiss on his lips. He smiled in his sleep and pulled me closer to him, burrowing his nose in my hair.
"Smells like..." He trailed off and his eyes flew open. "Beer!" I chuckled quietly.
"Hey there!" I whispered and kissed him lightly. He sighed.
"Where have you been Clare-bear?" He asked.
"The gym and Taki's with Jon. On the way home I found Nathan outside a club. He was drunk and I took him back to his house." I explained quietly. Jace nodded sleepily, his eyes fluttering closed.
"Night Clary, I love you," he said. I rested my head on his chest.
"I love you too," I whispered, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.