Authors Note: Thank you all for the reviews. Special shout out to my anonymous reviewer "KK" I don't know who you are but your reviews always make me smile =) SO THANK YOU AWESOME PERSON. Anyway this chapter has a lot of songs in it, again sorry if that bugs you….
Disclaimer: My name is not Cassandra it is Morgan, yes I know this is very unfortunate.
Songs used:
Only girl (In the world) – Rihanna (Not a particular fan of this one but it's so Izzy, you know?)
Just to get High- Nickelback
Here I Go Again- Whitesnake
Chapter Five: Here I Go Again
Clary
"The tournament is like this huge epic Shadowhunter fight to the death." Simon said waving his hands around dramatically. "We're all –cha, cha-" He made karate chopping motions with his hands going down on one knee on the bed. "And everyone else we're against are all like AHHHHH!" Simon dramatically fell off Izzy's bed, in a mock death scene, holding his hands to his heart. Clary and Isabelle burst out laughing as Magnus face palmed.
"That was a very um, dramatic, demonstration, Simon." Magnus said shaking his head. He was sitting next to Clary on her bed going through her suitcase that she hasn't finished unpacking yet. "What he is trying to say, my dear, is that you start out in groups in the tournament and we're always one big group and the groups verse each other until there's only one group left and then that group plays against each other until there is only one very lucky winner. A complete waste of time in my opinion, when are shadowhunters going to need to fight each other?" Magnus shook his head in disgust. "Completely idiotic."
"Simon, you play way too many video games." Isabelle mumbled. Simon shot her a glare.
"Okay, so it doesn't seem that difficult. Is it some kind of big event?" She asked Magnus ignoring Simon and Isabelle's bickering on the other bed.
"It's only really a big deal to Hodge, we never understood why but every year he acts like we're in some shadowhunter Olympics. Can I borrow this?" Magnus held up her glittery green tank top.
"Um, no."
"Oh, come on its glittery! It's like you're trying to torture me." Magnus huffed throwing it back into the suitcase and slamming the top down. She laughed.
"I know, I'm evil like that." She replied winking at him. Magnus picked up a pillow on her bed and smacked her with it. "Hey now. That's rude."
Suddenly the radio volume in the room blasted and Isabelle got up at started jumping around.
"This should be my song for class. This definitely describes me." Isabelle said as she continued dancing. Mr. Garroway, their music teacher, assigned them homework for the week. They had to find a song that described them or an event in their life that changed them and made them who they are now.
I want you to love me
Like I'm a hot ride.
Be thinking of me,
Doing what you like.
Clary immediately recognized the popular Rihanna song. She rolled her eyes at Isabelle. Who was dancing around like an idiot.
So boy forget about the world
Cause its only me and you tonight
I'm gunna make you beg for it
Then imma make you swallow your pride.
Simon picked up Isabelle's hair brush and started singing into it. He ran around on top of the bed, stopping only to reach out at his imaginary audience. Isabelle ran over to Clary and pulled her up off the bed into a dance. She laughed as Isabelle started grinding on her, but danced anyway. Singing along.
"Want you to make me feel
Like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world"
Magnus grabbed her hand and spun her towards the door. She hit it and heard a "What the hell" from the other side. Nobody made a move to come in the door so she turned away from it and continued dancing. Isabelle was now on her bed with Magnus singing into the heel of her stiletto boot. Simon was on his knees still singing into the hair brush on the opposite bed. She was starting too really like these people. She ignored the voice in the back of her head complaining about how wrong this whole thing was. She continued dancing.
"Take me for a ride, ride
Oh baby take me, high, high.
Let me take you by surprise
Ohh make it last all night."
"I'm down with that."
Clary spun around only to come face to chest with a smirking Jace. Alec was behind him looking around the room at everyone frozen in mid dance, he looked like he was debating turning around and fleeing the scene.
"I'm sure you would be." She countered rolling her eyes and knocking Simon off her bed.
"I don't suppose any of you guys filmed that huh?" Jace asked, looking around at everyone. Isabelle threw a pillow at him before hopping off the bed and dragging Simon off the floor and out the door. She stopped in the door way.
"Clary would you play guitar for me for that song tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"Thank you and Jace? Get over yourself." She threw over her shoulder on the way out the door.
The next two days drew on antagonizing slow. Isabelle played that song in class for the assignment and received a "B" Which was good considering she was only going to get a "D" for not sticking to the assignment rules. She claimed that it described her need to want to be noticed by everyone and treated special. Clary figured Isabelle could have done worse songs.
They continued sparring in training. Hodge decided he was going to pick the partners they all sparred against, so she never knew any of the people. They were all pretty good, but she was better. She wondered what it would be like to spar against Jace or Isabelle they both seemed rather talented, certainly a good match for her.
But I can still remember what his face looked like,
When I found him in an alley in the middle of the night.
Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!
Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!
A gun would do the trick, get it over with,
You're better off...
To take all that you've got and burn it on the spot,
Just to get high-igh, igh, igh.
Clary stopped short as she heard music coming from a closed classroom door. She got up on her tippy toes to try and see through the window on the door. Unfortunately, the idiot who made the door put the window five feet off the ground so she had to stretch to see it. People these days. She put her hand on the door knob, while trying to stretch up and realized a second too late how bad of an idea that was.
She was sent through the door of the room, stumbling, arms flaring, she stopped herself and tried to stay up right. When she was positive that she was not going to fall over she looked up to meet the eyes of the musician.
Jace
Jace was sitting on the air-conditioning unit under the window of the classroom. His hands frozen on his guitar, which up until this moment she had no idea he could play. They stared at each other for a while until he broke the tension.
"Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance, don't you?"
He stood up and walked over to her, stopping about two feet in front of her. She didn't know what to say. Why was he singing a song about someone dying from an overdose? She felt bad that she interrupted, when she played a song that meant something to her, alone, she wanted to stay alone.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I was just walking," She pointed behind her at the hallway. "And I heard the music, which was really good by the way, and I tried to see who it was, but the window on the stupid door was too high and I have this shortness issue so I couldn't see, and I sorta, kinda hit the door knob and fumbled gracefully into the room." She blurted out at once, nodding her head quickly up and down. Jace laughed and she stopped and stared at him.
"It's okay, Clary." Jace reassured her placing a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, we have to get to class before Mr. Garroway blows a fuse." He grinned crookedly at her before walking to the door and holding it open for her. "Ma' Lady" He winked at her, she rolled her eyes.
"Now here's something I never thought I'd see, Jace with gasp, manors." She laughed walking out the door. She felt his hand on the small of her back as she walked through the door frame and the spot on her back burned, long after he removed his hand.
"I am nothing less of a gentleman when I am in the presence of a beautiful lady, such as yourself." He winked at her, his shoulder bumping hers as they walked down the deserted hallway.
"Oh yes, I'm sure." She said sarcastically.
"Ouch, your lack of faith hurts," He put a hand to his chest in mock hurt. She laughed and he grinned. They were outside the music room now and she could hear music playing from the other side. The class has already started. Jace reached over and opened the door. She walked in as the person on stage finished, Jace right behind her.
"Clary, Jace, how nice of you to decide to join us. Since you both were so kind to interrupt how about one of you go next."
She turned to face Jace but he was standing there frozen with had a faraway look in his eyes. She realized he was not ready to sing his for the class, she wondered if he was planning on playing the same song as the one she heard him playing just a few minutes earlier.
"Any day now," Mr. Garroway grumbled impatiently. She sighed, looks like she had to perform.
"I'll go," She went to the back of the room and retrieved her guitar. Isabelle shot her a look that clearly said, you will explain later. She groaned inwardly, Isabelle had this need for gossip and it really sucked when you didn't have anything to give her that was up to her standards. Izzy also tended to make her own interesting gossip, deciding what she thought was happening to people, like Kaelie having an affair with Sebastian, when she was dating Jonathon. Clary suspected that Isabelle saw life as a giant drama television show.
She shook her head and headed up on the small stage. Jace was seated next to Isabelle. He had a smile on his face but she could see the relief in his eyes. Got to figure out what that's all about later.
"Okay well, I'm Clary, and this is a song that I think describes me,"
I don't know where I'm going,
but I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
in the songs of yesterday
And I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
Here I go again, here I go again.
She fell into the familiar rhythm of the song. Moving around the stage.
Though I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on
'Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
She realized how much she slipped up the past couple of days. She was letting these people get to her. She couldn't change, she was beyond help. She only had herself.
Here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone
And I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time.
She finished up the song as the room cheered. Isabelle stood up in the back clapping frantically.
"Very good Miss Fray, 'A' for you." Mr. Garroway told her as he went up on the stage. "You see class this is what I am talking about, a song that describes you. A song you think describes you, because nobody sees you quite the same as you see yourself." The bell rang signaling the end of the school day. "Think about that class, you are dismissed."
The class rushed out the doors. Even as trained shadowhunters they still ran from the last class of the day, like any other teenager.
"Hey Clary, wait up." She turned and saw Jace jogging up to her.
"So I was wondering if you wanted to do something later?" He asked.
"Like what?"
"I don't know, go to the movies, explore New York?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck. She almost laughed outright. Jace? Asking her out? She shook her head.
"I don't think that's a good idea, I'll see you tomorrow." She walked away quickly. She couldn't let herself get close to him again. She headed up the stairs and when she got to the floor that held the lodge, she kept going up. Now was as good a time as any to explore The Institute.
Clary continued climbing until she got to what she assumed was the top floor. She pushed open the door and walked out onto a large balcony. There were stone columns, that connected to a roof the covered half the balcony. She walked to the edge, next to a small stone replica of an angel. She climbed over the edge and sat on the ledge in front of the angel. From here she could see all of New York. She looked down and it looked like she was twenty stories up, but there was no way she climbed that many stairs right?
She reached back into her bag and drew out her sketchbook and a pencil. She got to work capturing the skyline in front of her, retreating into her own little world, where she hoped she stayed.
Alright well that was kind of a filler chapter, but the next chapter will be up soon, and It will be a little bit of a turning point in the story =) So I'm sorry about the shortness of this chapter. Now did anyone find anything special about the song Clary sang? Review if you know, except you Marissarosee because you actually do know ;) Now review! You'll get a COOKIE! Or a mango whatever you prefer…