Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I'm not Cassandra Clare, so I don't own any of her lovely characters, even though I wish I did.
Chapter 3: New Craziness
Valentine was home. I stood up. "You should go now Sebastian," I say mechanically.
"Ok Clary," he said, looking scared.
Just then we heard Valentine yell, " Clarissa, Jonathan get down here!"
I reacted first and ran for the door. Jonathan was close behind, and we ran down the stairs. When we got to the living room, Valentine was there.
"Jonathan, how were you and Clarissa's first day?" he asked carefully.
"It was fine, I-" I started to say, but Valentine stopped me.
"You will speak when you're spoken to Clarissa. Do you understand?" he said, his eyes glittering.
"Yes sir," I say quietly.
Then Jonathan, sorry Sebastian spoke, "Our days were fine. No one suspects a thing."
"That's good. Did you have that chat with your sister?" he said.
"Yes, she understands everything," Jon-, I mean Sebastian said.
"Good. Very well Clarissa, you are dismissed," he said waving a dissmissive hand at me.
I ran upstairs, collapsed on my bed, and went to sleep
When I got to school, Jonathan wanted to walk me over to my friends. I was about to tell him it would look suspicious, when Jace walked up.
"Who's this?" Jon asked.
Remembering at the last minute to call him Sebastian, I said, "Sebastian this is Jace my guide. Jace this is my neighbor Sebastian. He offered to drive me to school this morning and I took him up on it."
"Oh, um, well Clary we should probably head to French. Um, bye Sebastian," Jace said.
"Yeah, bye Sebastian," I said.
"Bye Clary," he said as we walked off.
Jace
I walked Clary to French and sat down next to her. Ms. Lovelace was being a bitch today and picked on me or Clary for every answer.
"Monsieur Herondale?" she asked.
"Oui Madam," I replied.
"You are to hold a conversation entirely in French with Madamoiselle Fray," she said.
I turned to Clary and said, "Bonjour."
She immediately turned away and said, "Madam, I can't do this."
Ms. Lovelace replied, "Very well then. You must answer this question: How do you say the word duck in French?"
"Cannard Madam," she said.
"Very good Madamoiselle Fray," Ms. Lovelace said and then continue her lesson.
After that class we have English with Miss Gray, Math with Mr. Mortmain, and Science Mr. Lightwood. The bell finally rang for lunchtime and Clary and I started walking there. On our way we saw Sebastian and he made this weird hand gesture at her. She immediately ran off. I continued walking but was worried. Thankfully when I got to lunch show was sitting with Isabelle and Simon.
As soon as I sat down however, she got up and left. As soon as she walked out the door, I saw Sebastian get up and follow hey out.
Clary
I was in the girls locker room fixing my foundation, when I heard a voic e from behind me say, "I'm not too sure about this Jace person."
I turned around and there he was. Jonathan.
"Jon, you know this is the girls locker room right?" I asked.
"Yes, but legally they aren't allowed to have any cameras in or around either of the locker rooms, so we're safe," he said.
"Ok then. Why don't you like Jace?"
"Because of the way he looks at you, he's practically undressing you with his eyes. And you're no better smiling at him like an idiot," he said.
"Whatever Jon I do not," I said.
"Stop calling me this at my name is Sebastian!" he yelled and then he punched me in my face. He turned around and walked away as I stumbled back cradling my face.
I could already that this was going to leave a bruise, but I didn't care. I just adjusted my makeup so that it would cover the newly forming bruise and got changed for gym.
We went through gym quickly, getting demonstrations from both Mr. Herondale and Mr. Carstairs. Them we headed to Inventions 101.
While we were in that class, Mr. Branwell explained some of the curriculum and then asked for questions. I was shocked when Jace raised his hand and asked, "Why do we have to take this class?"
Mr. Branwell answered, "To learn more about the technology around you."
The rest of that class passed in a blur and then it was time for art. We had Mrs. Branwell for art. She told us to paint whatever came to mind, so I did. I painted a picture of a girl with red hair and green eyes using makeup to cover up a bruise. When Mrs. Branwell saw it she was impressed and gave me permission to come in at lunch if I wanted.
Just then Jace sidled over, "Well Red, that picture is not disturbing at all."
"I told you not to call me that, and for your information Mrs. Branwell liked it so much she gave me permission to come in whenever I wanted. I bet yours isn't even half as good as mine," I said in a sickly sweet voice.
I walked over to his painting. "Just as I suspected. A horrible done self portrait. I guess this proves my guess about you being self-centered."
"Come on Red, don't be like that," he said.
"Fine Buttercup," I said.
"What did you just call me?" he said, his voice dangerously low.
"I thought we were calling each other by our hair colors. Mine is Fiery Red and yours is Buttercup Yellow," I said tauntingly.
"And you call yourself an artist. My hair is golden, not yellow," he said.
"Whatever," I said and turned to walk away.
"Red, wait," he said and grabbed my wrist. My reaction was instant, I flinched away from him. He let go of my wrist and I took that moment to run away.
He didn't approach me again. Not in out last period of the day study hall, or after school. That afternoon I hung out with Simon, Izzy, and Maia at Taki's until 4:30. At 4:30 I left to go home.
When I got home nobody was there. I made myself dinner and put the rest in the fridge for Valentine and Sebastian. I headed upstairs took a shower and went to sleep, not even bothering to close my window.
A/N: Hi guys. Thanks to those of you favorited/ followed/ reviewed the last chapter. I would like to thank the reviewer who pointed out a mistake I made, that I went back and fixed. I would also like to thank the one guest reviewer. Please review. It helps to get me in a writing mood. I love you guys so much.
-Claressia Heronstairschild