Seriously guys, I am dying of writers block, and I am so sorry if this chapter sucks. Please send me ideas, and I will credit you and put them in. I am trying to upload a chapter a day, but I don't know if I can anymore. I might not upload one tomorrow, since I'm very busy.

PoV Clary

Okay, I know I told you that I was putting off the embarrassment until tomorrow. Well, tomorrow is today, so I guess I have to.

The day started off pretty normal. I got up, brushed my teeth, went to the lunch hall for breakfast, and talked a little with Magnus. I was falling into a routine. I was having a great time painting a mask in Artists Eye, when –BAM! Cramps the size of America set in. I curled up into a ball, pulling my legs to my chest. The guy next to me, who happened to be Matt, Simon's friend, asked if I ask okay, and when I said no, he called over the teacher, who sent me to the bath room.

I walked towards the bathroom, hands on my abdomen, and walked into Alec. His chest was hard when I hit him, his hands rough on my forearms.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Going to the… bathroom," I said, feeling the nausea set in.

"Are you okay?"

I shook my head, which I shouldn't have. I looked down at the floor to try to regain control of my stomach. Here's a tip- don't do that. I coughed, gagged, and vomited on Alec's shoes. He went stiff. Another wave hit, and I lost the rest of my breakfast on his shoes. I looked up at him, his face set into a hard grimace. He looked down at me, and he frowned. It was terrifying. His frown continued down into a scowl, and I back away from him-

-into Jace.

"Did you throw up?" he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded ever so slightly, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Come on, I'm taking you to the nurse."

He started pulling me towards the end of the hall when Alec said, "Hey, what about my shoes?"

"They can come, too," Jace said.

I was desperately trying to figure out a way to escape when Simon passed by in the hall.

"Simon can take me," I said, detangling myself from Jace.

He frowned a little, his eyebrows raising.

"Yeah," Simon said. "I can."

"Oh… okay," Jace said.

I turned semi-quickly to Simon, grabbed his hand, and started to tug him down the hall.

"Where are we going?" he whispered.

"To the room," I grumbled.

He didn't ask any further questions, and stood bravely outside the door when I went into the bathroom.

I know what you're thinking. Period. Yeah, it sucks, but it isn't that embarrassing throwing up on someone's shoes. It got worse. I developed what Isabelle likes to call sudden clumsiness syndrome. It's a leading cause of embarrassment for over half of the teenage population.

So, after using a tampon (man those things are hell), taking four pain killers (Oh, dear I overdosed, go cry me a friggin' river), and returning to class, my syndrome started to take over. I knocked over bright blue paint all over my mask, and a bottle of sequins on Matt's. He squeaked, ran his hands through his hair, and decided that it looked better that way. He should drop glittery things on his project more often.

During lunch, Magnus insisted that I sit with him and the theatre guild, so I did. But I got a lunch first, making sure I got in first so that I'd get the best piece of lasagna. It looked so great! As I was making my way back to my table, I tripped. On air. I watched as my lasagna flew through the air and hit (the poor guy) Alec, square in the back of his head. Pasta sauce flew in every which way, looking like a splatter of blood. The pasta slipped from the back of his head, down onto his perfectly white tee-shirt. It hit the floor with a sickening squelch, and there was absolute silence.

Alec turned around, slowly, to face me. I was still flat on the floor, looking up at him. His face was scarily clam, blank of any anger. He stood, walked over to me, helped me up, and ceremoniously punched me in the nose. I deserved it. I most certainly did not deserve the punches he pelted at me after that first one, though. Yes, I'd puked on his shoes, yes, I had thrown lasagna at him but neither of those times did I do it on purpose.

Alec was pulled off of me by Jace, and Magnus rushed to my side.

"Honey, are you okay?" he asked, helping me to sit.

"I'm bleeding," I mumbled.

"No shit, Sherlock," Alec said, flexing his fingers.

"You ass hat!" Magnus said, directing his torrent of insults towards Alec. He topped his stream with an, "I can't believe I ever liked you!"

There was another pregnant silence.

"Oh, please," Magnus said, helping me to my feet. "It's not like everyone here wasn't wondering."

He led me to the nurse's office, and helped me back to my room. My nose wasn't broken, just really sore. I had bled mostly because he was wearing a ring.

There was a knock at the door to my room, some hours later. It was Jace, pulling a groaning Alec by the arm. They stood in silence for a few minutes. Jace nudged Alec's arm.

"Go on," he whispered.

Alec sighed and scowled. "I'm sorry," he said, not sounding very sorry.

"Okay," I said.

I stood to shake his hand, but my foot got caught in my duvet. Alec had turned to go away, but I fell on him, pushing him down onto the floor. The poor man's nose smashed against the floor, and broke with a crunch, blood squirting everywhere. Alec howled in pain, covering his face with his hands and sitting on his knees.

"I am so sorry!" I said, over and over. "I'm so sorry!"

Jace took him to the nurse, who took him to the hospital. Alec's nose was definitely broken. And I was definitely an absolutely hopeless case.