Hello hello hello! shadowwarrior898 here, back with a new chapter!
So sorry for the long wait! I had finals, which took up a majority of my time, work, school, and lots…and lots...of drama. :/
But whatever, story time! Hope ya like it!
OH, and before I forget, I changed the rating of this story to M. Things are starting to get serious, but I'm excited to see your reactions to future chapters! :D
A/N: I do not own any characters.
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Clary's P.O.V.
You know…Mondays really suck.
I mean, yes, there's school so you get o see friends and stuff. But it's school. The one place I've already spent 11 years at, and I'm getting kind of sick of it.
But, I hate this Monday with a burning passion. And it HAD to be a Monday that the next note came, knowing that it would torture me the entire week. It HAD to just make my life ten times more miserable, possibly opening up old scars I had hoped to leave untouched the rest of my life.
I walk to my locker, the echoing of my boots on the bright tile along with the chattering of classmates in the commons filtering through the long hallway.
Locker 394. Right between 393 and 395. Nothing unusual there, right? Nope. The color, navy blue, was still intact other than the slight chip missing from the corner. But there had to be something wrong. It just didn't feel…normal.
I ignore all the warning flashes through my mind as I flip the dial on my combination lock. I, now, wish I would have listened to them.
A plain white piece of paper flutters to the floor. Just like it did the first time. This time I don't catch it. I just stare at the careful handwriting with my name on the front.
In slow motion, I bend down and reach for it. The paper is shaking in my hands, making it hard to open. Eventually, I wrestle the tape from the folds, now noticing that it's a letter this time, and begin reading it.
To my dearest Clarissa,
I hope last week was spectacular. Sadly, I doubt that you will ever have a week like that again.
I just hope you know that secrets hurt, Clare. They hurt pretty badly. Especially if you tell the wrong person.
We both gave secrets that we regret sharing. But yours never left my lips, unlike mine. This is…a bit of a late punishment, you could say, for sharing something you shouldn't have. I know your past, Clary. And you may not have such a bright future if you keep it up with Jace.
Still haven't guessed who I am, yet? Or maybe you have? Hmm? Too bad you have no way of proving anything.
Love,
Fangs
P.S.: Like the name? I thought it would fit well, since you could say I'm taking something you need most to survive.
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I didn't even make it though the rest of the school day.
I left right after second period, feeling as if every cell in my body was being electrocuted. I was jumpy, any little sound, from a cough on one side of the room to the dropping of books on a desk, startled me and then sent a wave of nausea.
I needed to be alone.
So I got a pass from the nurse, sent a quick text to Izzy, and revved up my motorbike to go home. The wind felt nice though my hair and on my body, since I decided not to put my helmet on for the quick ride. The crisp spring air actually cooled my skin a bit before I arrived.
To my great luck, no one was actually home. Luke was most likely at the office, working on paperwork. Mom was at the studio downtown.
I was alone.
And I was going to paint.
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Isabelle's P.O.V.
Bur-RIIINNNGGG
My phone sounds in study hall. Luckly, Mr. Kyes doesn't really care about phones.
"As long as you are doing something that isn't bothering me, I'm fine with it." Was his first, and only, rule at the beginning of the semester.
From: Clare
Hey Iz. Went home early. Not feeling too good. Just tell Jace. Kay?
I rapidly reply, the click click of my nails on the screen.
To: Clare
M'kay. You feeling alright?
After I send the message, I smack myself on the head. Of course she's not feeling alright. She just went home.
Her reply comes in less than ten minutes later. Probably took her bike home.
From: Clare
Yeah. Do me a favor and make sure Jace doesn't come check on me? I don't want to get him sick.
I look at the message. Normally, Clary would do anything to have Jace be with her right now. Well, I think she would. Clary has been acting a bit…different, the last couple of days, and it's time to figure out what's going on.
I reply again with, Ok :), and turn my phone on silent as the bell rings to dismiss class.
Even before I walk out of the room, I make a mental promise to myself.
If Clary won't talk to Jace, then she's going to have to deal with me.
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I know…crappy way to end the chapter. It's a bit cliffy….kinda.
I just want to say thanks for keeping up with this story. I'm a terrible updater, but I'll try harder now that school is out. And sorry if there's mistakes and stuff! I wrote this a bit late, and I didn't want to have you guys wait any longer.
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~shadowwarrior898