Hey guys, here is the second chapter, I wanted to upload this story early. I'm still getting the hang of a few things, so be patient with me. If anyone wants me to continue just comment, (mean or nice they're appreciated), thanks. All rights to Cassandra Clare except for the plot.
Clary opens the double doors. The fresh air rushing to her face. Sounds of people talking, laughing, and walking fills her ears. "Clary!" Clary looks over and sees Simon along with Isabelle and Alec. Simon has been best friends with Clary since little kids. While she has gotten to known Isabelle and Alec over the years in High School.
"So I'm guessing you had a nice time with Jace over the summer time?" Questioned Simon with a curious glance. "Yeah I had a while to be with him and now with now trouble from his ex we are in good shape", Clary responded bringing back the memories of Jace ex.
Her name was Julia. Julia was rich and gorgeous making Clary try harder to get Jace attention. The worst part of it all was that she was nice-at first. Then she turned her back on Jace, this was about a year in the relationship. Going with cheating, going to parties and making everyone who touched Jace life like hell. Just like any other embarrassed girl, Julia left the town and moved to California. No big deal since her dad was making her move there anyways.
"That's nice since he's coming to you right now", said Alec who looks over Clarys shoulder as Jace walks up to Clary and wraps his hands around her waist snuggling his head in her fiery curls.
"Hello", Jace says with his deep voice that always has the effect of making Clary shiver. "Hey", she responds back. Afterwards there was a silent pause, as to realize that they finally made it and only have a year to go until they can go off until the real world.
"Well class is about to start and I don't want to waste a minute with you so let us go and find our new lockers", Jace says, impatience dripping with every word. With that he tugs on to Clarys cloth. Clary followed him and went after him. Laughing along the way, as if nothing has every changed.
They finally made it to one locker. Jace removes this white thin sheet of paper with bold black numbers. Clary just guessed it was his combination since afterwards he looks down at the piece of paper and starts moving the lock. Click, being the sound it made when he pushed the button to the locker up. Since there school color was red the colors brightened around them. Once he opens the locked he and Clary look up to it. "It so clean", mutters Jace, with that Clary laughs. The last sound was when the bell rings, telling them it's time for class.
"Well we couldn't go to my locker but it doesn't matter I got to go to class", Clary says, sad that she has to leave Jace. "Alright see you at lunch?" Jace replies starting to look at his schedule. Clary nods back at Jace and starts to walk to her first class. She then looks at her own schedule her first period, Mr. Bell: Art, room: 31, at least it's a good way to start off her day she thought as she stands in front of the door.
As she opens the door Clary was glad to see that the room wasn't occupied with a lot of people, at least for now she has some peace and quiet. She then picks a seat in the far back right corner of the room, by the windows. It's cold by the windows, it gives a more isolated feel to the room. Everything is zoned out to her when she takes out her sketch book and starts to draw. That's when she felt the material grabbed out of her hands. Looking up she sees the boy on the bus he had sat next to her and has been looking through her drawings. They were nothing special just some drawing of Jace and some random drawings of her family. There was Jocelyn and Luke in a loving embrace. He then stops at the last drawing which is a woman running in the dark trying to find light with the people she loved in the background not been able to hear her. Clary then grabs the sketch book back and says "that's mine".
She then looks back at him. Expecting a look of ashamed or embarrassment all she sees is the same wicked grin as before. Her face has a look of shock. "Really no apology or nothing? You shouldn't be looking at someone else's work." "Well it is art class, it's made to critique, and look to express your feelings or thoughts", the boy says calmly as if he didn't experience what just happened. Clary didn't say anything afterwards, she just thought if she left this boy alone he wouldn't talk with her at all. Keeping her compromise with herself she looked straight the whole way during the class, even though all Mr. Bell was saying she already knew. She itched to grab the sketchbook and start to draw. That's when she couldn't take it anymore, grabbing her sketchbook and pencil her pencil started to move. Clary knew that the boy was watching her every move. "Sebastian pay attention and Clary put up whatever you're doing", Mr. Bell says abruptly, startling Clary. So that's his name, Sebastian Clary thought as she looks up. Moving her eyes towards this so called man Sebastian. He looks back at her, whispering "meet me by the stairs", followed by a silent pause, both of them not averting their gaze off of one another. He kept looking at her, waiting for an answer. Then the bell rings. "Save by the bell", Sebastian mutters as he walks out the door.