Disclaimer: As you all probably know by now, these characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

Chapter 7: New Antics

Clary

I didn't want to go to school. I knew that's where would be. The ones I could no longer hang around because of Jace. Jace, who looked so hot at Homecoming. Jace, who calls me Red. Jace, the first person I talked to here.

I got up anyway. I knew I would have to face them eventually. So, I got up and started to get ready.

When, I got to the makeup part of my routine, I stopped. My face looked like a giant bruise. In fact, my entire body did. After what Valentine did yesterday, my body had been completely bruised.

I had had to wear a long sleeved shirt and jeans to cover most of my bruises, even though it was September. I started on my makeup with a sigh. I had bags under my eyes and bruises all over my face. It hurt to lift my arm to do my makeup, but I did it anyway.

When I finished, I went downstairs and walked out the door, not even thinking about eating. I got into the driver's side of the car and drive off leaving Jon to walk. I was too mad at him and my father, to care about whether, or not either of them would hurt me when I got home.

When I got to school, I got out of the car and started inside. My friends walked up to me.

"Hey, Clar-" Simon had started to say, but I head already turned around and walked away.

I hated walking away from them like that, but they're around Jace all the time, and I had known that when Jon said I could not talk to Jace, he meant I couldn't be around any of my friends. Which was killing me. I had to ignore them, and pretend I was mad at them. It physically hurt me to do so, but I continued to anyway.

I went to my first class, and sat in the seat farthest from where I usually do, trying to stay away from Jace. But, he walks over to me.

"Hey Red," he said sitting down next to me.

I turn away from him and start reading. I was reading Clockwork Princess by someone named Cassandra Clare. I really felt for the main characters.

Jace tapped my shoulder. "Come on, Red."

I ignored him. He continued tapping my sholder. I continued ignoring him. Then class started.

He did it in every class that morning. All morning I ignored him. No one notices, but him. The more I ignore him, the harder he tries to get my attention.

At lunch, I go to the art room. I started painting a picture of a girl passed out on a living room floor. She looked like me. I had painted myself, as I was yesterday. I put it in the back to dry, before heading to the locker room to change.

I go through gym quickly, and dash to Inventions 101. I sit down in my usual spot, knowing that Jace would sit by me no matter where I sat.

Mr. Branwell walked in, just as Jace sat down next to me.

"Today, class you are going to design a machine. Over the next couple of weeks, you will make that machine. You will be partnered to whomever I say," said Mr. Branwell.

He went through the list and I sat still until I am paired with Jace. I decided I would only talk to him about what we were doing. He had other ideas however, and immeadiately turned to me.

"So, what do you say? Are you going to talk to me? Or are you going to do this all yourself?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my sketchbook. I started drawing a rough sketch of what I was thinking. He screeched. The sketch depicted a metal duck.

"We're not doing that," he said.

I shrugged and drew a metal hand. He nodded.

"Now how do we make it?" he asked.

I started making a blueprint. First I added an AI chip, then use metal patrs and wires to connect it. There were different types of sensors all throughout it.

Jace seemed to understand. I had found out pretty early on that they had been taking this class since they were freshmen. Thankfully I had a class like this at my old school, so I didn't have to learn two years worth of stuff.

"So, do you think this is doable?" I asked.

"Yeah, it should be pretty easy. I think we can do it," he said.

Then I went back to ignoring him. Jace laughed. I ignored him again, picking up Clockwork Princess. The bell would ring soon, and then I'd be able to leave. In the meantime I would read. And read I did, until he snatched the book out of my hands.

I immediately raised my hand and said, "Mr. Branwell, Jace stole my book."

"Mr. Herondale give Miss Fray her book back," said Mr. Branwell.

Jace handed me my book. I turned away from him, shaking with rage. Rage at him, for not leaving me alone. Rage at my brother, for hurting me. And, rage at my father, for everything he has done.

The bell rang and I went to my last class, study hall. As soon as I sat down, my friends try to berate me with questions. I ignore them. They ask me more stuff, and I continue to ignore them.

When the bell rings, I practically run to my locker. I grab my books, and walk outside. I walk to my car quickly. I gunned the engine and drove off as fast as I could.

A/N: I know, I know, I didn't add any other POV into this chapter. I had my reasons though. The next chapter is all of this but from Jace's POV. Please fave/follow/review. I love you guys.

-Claressia Heronstairschild