A/N: So, yeah. I didn't update cuz I was busy here at camp playing soccer and kickball and then running into bushes that had thorns that shouldn't have had thorns. And I finally got a chance to write… during class, but I wrote it. So here it is. R&R please!

Chapter Four

~Clary~

My English teacher was nicer than my history teacher from last hour. And it probably helped that I was on time for this class.

There were not seating charts, so I just went to a random seat and sat down. A few seconds later, I heard an irritated cough above me.

"Yeah?" I asked and I looked up. It was the same guy I had drawn last night. This is NOT possible, I thought. Then I realized he had said something. "I'm sorry, what?" Now the guy looked even more irritated.

"You are in my seat," he said.

"But there's no assigned seating," I told him, confused.

"So? I sit in this place every day."

"You can sit someplace else today."

"Jace Wayland," the teacher suddenly asked. "Do you have a problem?" the guy- Jace- quickly wiped the annoyed expression off his face and answered,

"Nah." He looked around for an empty seat. The only seat was the one on my right. Jace sat down just as the bell rang. As the English teacher started to hand out worksheets, a black-haired girl whispered to me,

"Hello."

"Uh, hi?" I responded. Why was she talking to me?

"I'm Isabelle," she said.

"I'm Clary." Isabelle suddenly snickered. "What?"

"You stood up to Jace." I glanced over to where he was sitting and then shrugged at Isabelle.

"So?" She looked stunned at my not-caring attitude. Why wouldn't I stand up to him?

"Nevermind. Are you one of the new kids?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know the other new kid, Sebastian?"

"Yeah, he's my brother."

"Oh, you got one of those too?"

"Uh-huh."

I feel sorry for you." I was confused.

"Why?"

"Don't you not like your brother?"

"No… We're close."

"Lucky. I have three brothers and the only one I like is the youngest."

"What's their na-"

"Are you two paying attention?" the teacher asked, interrupting our conversation.

"Yes, Mrs. Harris," Isabelle told the teacher.

"What did I just say?" Mrs. Harris demanded.

"That we'd have to write a poem," I suddenly answered, remembering hearing her mention that. Her attention shifted to me and I blushed.

"Very well," Mrs. Harris finally said. "You're off this time, but do not talking the future."

I turned away from Isabelle after giving her a quick smile that she returned. Absently, I scratched my upper arm.

"What's that?" It was Jace. He was looking straight at my arm… at my scar.

~Jace~

I couldn't believe she was sitting in my seat. As the teacher began to talk, I listened to my sister and the girl's conversation. Apparently, the girl in my spot was named Clary. She was the new kid. Hadn't the new kids supposed to have been boys? And the other new kid, Sebastian, was her brother. And they were close.

Then the teacher had caught them talking. Clay's innocent blush as she answered the teacher's question rocketed through me. To be cliché, it struck me like lightning. She was beautiful in that very moment.

As Mrs. Harris turned back to the board, Clary reached up and scratched her arm. A long white scar caught my attention.

"What's that?" I asked. What had happened that gave her such a scar? Clary looked shocked… and scared.

"It's a s-scar." She stammered, glancing nervously at the teacher.

"How did you get it?" Clary froze and then said,

"Glass cut me." She turned away and I didn't continue. Glass had cut her? Interesting.

For the rest of the period, I stayed quiet and observed Clary. Her red hair was so bright and her green eyes seemed to look into my very soul… but the scared look on her face kept flashing into my mind. Had someone hurt her?

The bell rand and I ran to Clary as she left the room.

"Hey, what class do you have next?' I asked.

"I have science then lunch," she told me.

"Do you want to sit with me and my group?"

"Uh, sur-"

"Clary?" a male voice asked behind me. I turned around and saw a black-haired guy looking warily and almost angrily at Clary and I.

~Luke~

I walked over to the door that led into the apartment that Jocelyn and her kids were living in. Should I knock? And tell her what, you idiot? That Valentine wants his kids back?

I cleared my throat, suddenly nervous. Then I was angry at myself. The fool woman had made her choice when she had abandoned Valentine and taken his children.

I was about to knock, then I stopped, an inch from the door. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Let her get settled first… and then uproot her. Yeah, that's a better idea. A deep voice inside of me wasn't fooled. Coward, it whispered. You still have feelings for her. What would Valentine think? And I knew what he was think. He'd be disappointed. But still… waiting was a good idea.

I turned to leave and then the door opened. Jocelyn froze as she saw me.

"Lucian?" There was disbelief, shock, anger, fear, and hope in her voice. What was with all those emotions? I gathered my courage and said silkily,

"Hello, Jocelyn. Long time no see."

"What do you want?" she demanded, apparently blocking all other emotions except anger.

"Why, Jocelyn… That should be obvious."

"You tell Valentine-" she said the name with a huge hatred- "you can tell him that he's not getting the children or me back." I moved towards her and smiled. It was not a very nice smile and I almost regretted it the moment I did it.

"You should know by now that what he wants… he gets."

"Go away, Lucian?" She slammed the door in my face and I tried to process what had just happened. After 13 years, I saw her and talked to her. Though, she hadn't called me Luke. I'd have to report that to Valentine and the whole encounter.