Over Sorrow and IceCream Chapter 2, a mortal instruments fanfic

Um hi! It me again! Im trying to get a lot of chapters pre written but idk... And in the last chapter... To guest. Jace was like hi oh it's you bye because clary had wrestled izzy and won the day before and he was pissed off and protective of izzy... So yeah... And thanks for reviewing and telling me what you think.. I just realised I'm bad at disclaimers so I DONT OWN NUTIN NOT EVEN PANTS SO MY LEGS R COLD AND I DONT OWN TMI OR THE SONG SAME LOVE I suggest you listen to it it's pretty cool actually by Macklemore. K onto the story...

I woke up to a crash and a string of profanities. Like every morning. Then I stood up and stretched before bolting downstairs to save the pancakes mum just ruined. Like every morning. I saw her standing there, in her lime green dressing gown. Hair sticking up all over the place and eyes half closed she looked like a zombie and I swooped down next to her and picked the pan up from the ground, then put it back on the stove and guided mum towards to table where I plonked her on one of the hard wooden chairs and began making me and her a coffee as well as trying to salvage the rest of the pancake mix. Mum coughed sleepily.

"I had a dream last night."

I smiled, she was so much like a little kid. I was always playing the mother, and I grew up way faster than I needed too.

"Yeah? What's it about?"

She giggled and I grinned. The I stopped messing around and sighed,

"Were just gonna have to deal with toast today mother dearest."

She laughed and got up, shuffling towards the cupboard where the toaster was kept.

O.o.O

After we had both eaten and had two(or maybe more) cups of coffee I kissed mum on the cheek and danced out the door. I got into my ute and just as I was backing out I was cut off by a huge big black jeep coming from the empty house across the road. Or maybe now, not so empty. I rolled my eyes and backed out after it, roaring down the street and towards my personal hell hole, otherwise known as St. Xavier's high school for disadvantaged teens.

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay,
'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She's like "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k, trippin' "
Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league"
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it's a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing God, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don't know
And God loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don't know

And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
"Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily
We become so numb to what we're saying
A culture founded from oppression
Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
Gay is synonymous with the lesser
It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
Live on and be yourself
When I was at church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service those words aren't anointed
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that's not important
No freedom till we're equal, damn right I support it

(I don't know)

And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

We press play, don't press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn't gonna solve it all
But it's a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever God you believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it's all the same love
About time that we raised up... sex

Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
Love is kind

I turned up the bass and Macklemore sounded all the way from Spade St. to St. Xavier's. I loved the song 'Same Love' because it reminded me of my brother Jonathan. He was gay and my father beat him for it. Valentine (who was my father) got thrown in jail because one day Jon was caught making out with another guy and Valentine beat him to death. A stray tear escaped my eyes and I swiped at it, not wanting my mascara to run down my face. I pulled up in the carpark of St. Xavier's and turned off my music. I got out and waved to a few people and gave the bird to a couple of irritating teachers. My jaw dropped when I saw the black jeep pull up next to my ute and Jace emerge, followed by the blue eyed guy and the dark haired girl from yesterday. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed again, getting extremely frustrated. I decided to just ignore them and go to class, on time. For once.

O.o.O

"I would like to introduce three new students. Isabelle and Alec Lightwood. And Jace Herondale."

The entire class was looking at them with hunger in their eyes and I silently laughed. Everyone's heads snapped and looked at me.

"Something funny, Clarissa?"

Shit. Maybe not so silently. I neutralised my expression and put on a monotone.

"No Ms. Call. Nothing's funny."

Except you. Your entire life is a joke. I added under my breath. She made a weird shooing motion with her hands and the kids up the front moved to the spare seats. Jace made his way to the one behind me, and Alec sat next to, the worlds gayest freak Magnus and Izzy went next to nerd boy Simon. I sighed and Jace poked me in the back.

"What?!"

I whispered angrily. He sighed quietly and leant forwards a bit.

"Let's pretend yesterday and/or the day before never happened and start again shall we?"

His breath tickled and I nodded, not taking my eyes off the board. Were I was supposed to be looking.

"Hi. I'm Jace. I just moved in across the road from you. What's your name?"

I realised the only way he would know my name would be from the teacher telling me off before.

"Clary. Hi Jace. Please fuck off."

He chuckled to himself and leant all the way back in his seat, smirking. His face didn't change for the rest of the lesson. I tuned him out and tried to listen to what ever crap Ms. Call was droning on about.

"You may now go home for your fifteen minute break."

Finally what I've been waiting for. Freedom.

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