Kind of a filler chapter again. Sorry :(

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the lovely Cassandra Clare. Cover art by Cassandra Jean.

I laid down in bed thinking a nap would be nice to forget what had happened for a while.

As expected, when my mother came home she was beyond pissed. If it were another situation, it would almost be funny how flustered she became with red-tinted cheeks that were normally pale and wild gestures with her long artist hands. Of course her yelling at me was not as funny.

"For all I know you could've been murdered! You didn't even leave a phone call!" She shrieks.

"Mom, I was fine, seriously." I said.

"Clarissa Adele, you are not getting off this easily!" She says.

I know it's serious when she pulls out the full first name and middle name. It went on like this for a good fifteen minutes until I managed to convince her that I slept over at Simon's and I was just too tired to call. I hated lying to my mother like this but I couldn't exactly tell her the truth. I know she meant well and it just showed she cared, but my mother could be a bit overprotective.

I headed to my room to start working on some last minute assignments for school tomorrow. It took longer than I thought because when I looked at the time it was already 5:00. It was still too early to go to sleep so I pulled out my sketchbook and started drawing the New York skyline. I brushed my teeth and got into bed early having nothing better to do.

I lay there staring at the ceiling wondering what awaits for me tomorrow at school. Maybe I can call out sick? Or just skip with Simon? But I decided to do neither of these things. If there's one thing that I am, it's stubborn and I wouldn't let anyone humiliate me enough into not going to school, especially not Jace Lightwood.

As I woke up the next morning at 6:00, I felt the courage I gathered last night disappear. What would I do if he told anyone? Or even if he remembered?

However before I could pretend I was lying on my deathbed, my mother came into my room and told me to get ready.

After showering and getting dressed, I ate my breakfast and saw Simon already at the door waiting to walk me to school.

"Hello, Simon." My mother greets.

"Hello Ms. Fray, and may I say you look absolutely lovely this morning." He replied.

I shook my head at my best friend's antics. "Let's go, Simon." I said.

I didn't live that far from the school so it only took about ten minutes to get there. I made my way to my locker waiting for everyone in the hallway to start laughing at me, but to my relief it seemed like no one really cared what I was doing. Thankfully, I didn't have any classes with Jace today so I wouldn't have to see him until tomorrow and by then I hoped he wouldn't care.

I made my way through most of my classes with ease and finally made my way to art, the second to last class of the day.

There sitting at my table, was Sebastian. We usually sat together as there weren't many other juniors in our class. I thanked God for that alone everyday. Sebastian had short dark hair and brown eyes making him completely handsome, yet he wasn't conceited or a player in any way. He, like me, had an appreciation for art making me enjoy having him in my class because I knew he didn't join this class just to slack off but because he actually enjoyed it. Also, he grew up in France with his family for most of his life just moving here freshman year, giving him the cutest accent. He complimented my work all the time even when I knew it was my best. Basically, he was perfect.

I didn't really talk to him throughout class just working on the drawing assignment the teacher gave us. Sebastian's presence was a bit comforting though and I actually forgot about the whole dilemma with Jace for the whole period. The bell signaled the end of class and knowing I only had to get through one more period was a huge relief.

As I was walking out the door I heard someone call my name.

I turned to see Sebastian headed towards me.

"Hey, mind if I walk you to your next class?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure." I said smiling.

"I saw you at Izzy's party the other day. You didn't really look like you, but still great." He said making me blush.

"Yeah, well I didn't get much say in what I wore. She kinda forced-"

"Clary." I heard someone interrupt me.

I turned around to see the one face I'd been avoiding all day.

Thanks for reading! Btw, the school schedule is a rotating one so there are 8 classes on their schedule but 6 periods in one day. So today Clary didn't have a class with Jace but tomorrow she will. If that makes any sense. Review?