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Chapter11: New Drama

Clary

I was exhausted. I had had a long night of tossing and turning. I had not been able to sleep properly since I had gone down into the basement. What I had seen had been so horrifying, that I was unable to sleep without having nightmares.

I got up though, and forced my eyes open. I was going to pick up a coffee at the Starbucks down the street to wake me up. I got up and got ready, taking extra care with my makeup. When I finished, I dashed downstairs to head to Starbucks. Jon caught me on my way out.

"Hey I'm headed to Starbucks, you want anything?" I asked in a plesant voice.

"One Mocha frappe please," he said with a smirk.

I nodded and smiled, to show that I would get him one, and headed out of the door. I hopped into my car, and drove down the road to Starbucks. When I got there I bought myself a Cinnamon Dolce latte, and Jon his Mocha frappe.

When I got to school, Jon was just walking up.I got out of the car gripping our drinks, and casually walked over to him. I held his drink out to him and said, "Here's your Mocha frappe."

"Thanks Clare, you're the best," he said, throwing his arm around me.

"Your welcome," I said, detatching myself from him. He waved at me as I turned around and walked to Ms. Lovelace's class.

When I got to class still sipping my latte, Jace was there. I knew he would try to talk to me, so I began prepping myself for a headache.

Jace

I watched in silence as Clary got out of her car and walked over to Sebastian. I was looking for any sign that they were a couple. I stood watching as she handed a Starbucks cup. Then, to my surprise and disappointment, Sebastian threw his arm across her shoulder.

I felt sick, they were probably dating. Although, she hadn't looked comfortable when he had flung his arm around her, so that meant she was at least slightly uncomfortable with that. It still pained me to see her with him.

In fact, it was like torture to sit next to her in first period, and by fourth period, I had to say something.

"So Clary, why did you decide to ghost us, your friends? Was it because of your worthless boyfriend?" I asked calmly.

"First of all, I didn't ghost you, Second of all I choose who I hang out with and no one else, and thirdly what boyfriend," she replied her face reddening in anger.

"Oh, I don't know, the one you bought coffee to this morning," I said sarcastically.

"Oh, Sebastian. We're not dating, we're just friends," she replied irritated.

"You still haven't answered my question. Why. Did. You. Leave. Us?" I asked putting stress on all of the words.

She looked mad as a gave her a scathing look. She finally yellled, "Because I can't be around you or them, without getting in trouble! I think I could possibly hang out with them if you weren't there being your hot, insistent, charming self!"

"Wait, I'm confused. Did you just compliment and insult me at the same time?" I asked my voice betraying my confusion. I was also secretly hopeful, though I hadn't understood anything she'd said.

"Please, just forget it, I was just mad. Heat of the moment you know," she said quietly.

I turned away, silently recording this entire conversation in my brain to relay back to Simon.

Clary

I couldn't get my mind off of what I had seen. I should've told someone, but I couldn't, not knowing what had happened to my mother. I couldn't let that happen to me. I couldn't. I was in the art room yet again, but for once I wasn't drawing anything to do with abuse. I was drawing a family portrait ripped in half. my family portrait. With me and my mom together, and Jon and Valentine together.

When I finished I stepped back. Mrs. Branwell came up behind me.

"Clarissa," she said, "I noticed youve been spending a lot of time in here. Why is that?"

"I love art, and it gives me time to work on my portfolio," I replied.

"I'd say. At this point you have a portfolios worth of stuff in here," she said work a small chuckle.

I turned back to my artwork to go put it on the drying rack, when she touched my shoulder. Except it wasn't Mrs. Branwell. It was Sebastian. Or Jonathan. Or possibly both. I wasn't sure if he was my brother or "neighbor" at the moment.

"That's an interesting picture," he said.

"Thanks," I said warrily.

"Unfortunately, I don't think Dad will like it," he said.

"Jon, please don't tell him! I'm begging you," I gasped out.

"There's only one way I can do that," he said, and I know he was gonna hit me.

"Please don't," I had our quivering in fear.

"I have to," he said, and I braced myself for the fist that I knew was coming.

It came fast and hard three times, in rapid succession. When he finished, I collapsed to the ground as he walked away. When I was sure he was gone, I got up. I left school cutting classes for the rest of the day.

I ran outside to my car trying to figure out where to go. I. got in and drove aimlessly around for awhile, before pulling in to a parking lot, and passing out.

A/N: I hope you liked the chapter. I wrote a Cruel Prince oneshot that I would recommend you check out. Please fav/follow/review. I love you guys.

-Claressia Heronstairschild