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Chapter 2: New Thoughts

It was stupid of me not to guess that he would get home before me, especially since I took so long with Simon. And I was scared because when I opened the door I saw Jonathan.

He looked pissed, but I don't notice immeadiately because I'm distracted by something else.

His hair is black. It was white blonde this morning, and now it's black.

"Where the hell were you Clary?" he roared. "And who was that guy who swung you around at lunch? You better not have a boyfriend! I'm seriously pissed Clary."

"Jon, I-" I started, but he cut me off.

"Don't talk to me Clary, just shut up," he said in a deadly voice.

"But-" I started to say, but before I could finish he punched me in the gut.

Agony shot through my abdomen, and I staggered back gasping in pain. I knew what was coming, but it still shocked me. I slowly backed up until the back of my legs knocked into an end table. Without a second thought I jumped up onto it.

"Jon! Simon is just an old friend from back home, who moved away last year. Besides he already has a girlfriend," I screeched.

He contemplated this for a moment before he said, " Fine. Go back up to your room while I verify this little bit of information you just have me. When I'm done with that I'll come upstairs, and we can have a little chat."

Relieved that he at least believed me enough to check it out, I headed upstairs. As soon as I got to my room I collapsed against the door, and burst into tears. I was just so relieved that I gotten out of there before something worse happened.

Jace

I was laying on my bed silently congratulating myself on making the team. I would congratulate Alec and that weird new kid Sebastian later. For now though I would celebrate on my own.

I wss shocked to find my mind wandered to the embarrassing moment in the hallway earlier today day. God, couldn't my older cousin/gym teacher keep his suggestive coments to himself for once. And, the look on Clary's face had been pure mortification. I would have continued to dwell on this subject, if I had not heard sobbing sounds coming from next door.

When I got up to investigate I realized that the window across from mine was open, and that I had a clear view of Clary. She was sobbing her eyes out and cradling her cheek, though I couldn't see anything wrong with it. Upon looking closer I realized she was super against her for.

At that moment, she got up and went through another door into, what I was assuming was, her bathroom. My guess was confirmed when I heard sounds of a shower coming through her bedroom window.

I shut my window, drew my curtains, and flopped back onto my bed. I had a lot to think about.

Clary

I finally hauled myself off the floor and went to take a shower. I scrubbed all of my makeup off and cleaned the blood of the cut on my abdomen.

When I got out I didn't bother to redo my makeup, knowing that I was staying home for the rest of the day. I walked out of the bathroom and into my room. What I saw horrified me. I had left my window open. I quickly ran across room shut it and closed the drapes.

After that I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of pajamas. I changed into them, grabbed my sketchbook, and funny myself on top of my bed. I flicked through my old drawings until I drifted off to sleep.

...

I awoke to Jonathan banging on my door. I let him in and we went and sat on the bed.

"Well, I'm happy to report that your story proved to be true. Simon did, in fact, move here last year and he does have a girlfriend," he said mildly.

"I'm so glad you trusted me," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Clarissa you know as well as I that it had to be done. Otherwise we both would have gotten hell from dad," he said casually.

"Right," I say.

He reached up and touched my face. "I'm sorry about the brusises."

"Well obviously not enough, as this keeps happening," I said heatedly.

"Whatever Clary, I'm not here to fight. I'm here too tell you that from now on you have to call me Sebastian."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Because Dad signed me up at school as Sebastian Morgenstern and you as Clary Fray. So, as far as anyone at school knows we are not related and don't even know each other," he said quietly.

"Ok then, so I'm supposed to act like I don't know you while we're at school. I think I can do that," I said.

Before he could say anything, we heard the lock on the door beeping turned. Our father was home.

A/N: Thank you so much to those who favorited/followed/reviewed the last chapter. Yes I know. I left you on a sort of cliffie. I promise I'll update soon. Please favorite/follow/review this chapter. I love you guys so much.

- Claressia Heronstairschild