Hi all,
Clary and Jace are finally going to meet! Hope you liked the last chapter and review and do all that stuff :)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS
^ As awesome as that would be.
Chapter 2: Meeting
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As I walked into the school grounds and through the corridors to meet Simon at his locker I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I was having second thoughts about my newfound confidence.
I started to panic as I couldn't find Simon and I could hear the whispers. They slowly got louder and louder. A tear rolled down my cheek as someone shouted out from the crowd, "FREAK!" I felt so alone until a familiar arm wrapped around me as my heroic best friend came to my rescue. "FUCK OFF, EVERYONE!" he shouted. I have never known Simon to be so angry but the look in his eyes was fierce.
Everyone scattered, I started to fall only to be caught by Simon. He stroked my hair as I started to break down and he took off his jacket and covered me with it. His tone changed to gentle as he said, "What do you think you're doing, Clare? Are you alright?" I let out one final sob before telling him what had been going through my head all morning. "I just want to be normal".
Simon let out a sigh and I knew he was somewhat mad at me for putting myself through this but he wouldn't yell at me in this state. He continued in his gentle tone "Do you want to go home? We can skip together, like when we were little." The thought was appealing but instead I took off his jacket, handed it to him. "No. Today is the dawn of a new Clary Fray. I love you Si, and I will see you at lunch" And with that I walked away, leaving a surprised Simon standing there, holding his jacket, speechless.
After the scene in the corridor I thought about my scars and how my own father beat me. I was late for rollcall but that seemed to pale in significance. There was a long raised scar right the length of my arm of when he threw a metal chair at me. Another on my left shoulder from being whacked with a baseball bat, and the list goes on.
Ever since then I have not let anyone touch me, aside from Simon and my mother. As a strong, masculine hand gipped my shoulder I let out a loud piercing scream. I whipped around and punched my attacker in the face only to realise he was not an attacker but a teenage boy who was now clutching his bleeding nose and lip, swearing.
"Shit" was all I could manage to say. Some teachers and students came running, which wasn't a surprise after my scream and everyone had shocked looks on their faces. I just stared at the boy who I just punched and realised he was extremely handsome. He had golden eyes that showed pain from my punch and golden hair to match. With his golden-tanned skin it looked like he was glowing. He was also extremely well built, not too much to bulk him up but I could see his rippling biceps and I just knew he would have a strong pack of abs as well.
"Wow" I breathed out and golden boy's narrowed eyes shot up at me. "What? You see someone amazingly hot as I am and get so jealous you punch them in the face?" His eyes hovered over my body and saw all my scars and just breathed out "Oh…"
He wasn't the only one who had noticed my newly uncovered scars. Mr. Starkweather, my teacher had come to sort out the commotion. He looked me and saw my marks and asked "Clarissa what has happened to you?" I finally realised how I must look to someone else.
I chose not to answer and turned back to the golden boy. "What did you think you were doing?" I asked him with menace. Sebastian than stepped to comment on the situation, "You sneaked up on Clary? Dude, bad move" Golden boy shot Sebastian a silencing glare then turned to me, answering my question with a question.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked. I stared him and decided to change my tone and simply replied, "You snuck up on me" He looked at me incredulously.
"So you punched me in the face?" Mr. Starkweather eyed me sternly "You punched him in the face?" When I nodded but kept my head high, he continued, "He is a new student here! What a welcoming that is for Mr. Lightwood." Then he turned his attention to Golden Boy. "Would you like me to get your brother and sister?" He asked in a much nicer voice.
We had quite the little gathering now and I was sick of it. Some way start to the new Clary. Before more people could come I stalked off.
Everyone parted like the red sea for the freak, who punched the new kid in the nose. Everyone, but golden boy, who followed after me. That didn't matter to me, he didn't know where he was going and I would lose him before I got to my hideaway.
This was a lot harder than expected because once the crowd was out of sight he was running after me calling out my name. As the tears started to fall I knew I couldn't let him catch me so I ran as fast as I could. Golden boy was faster.
He caught up and was running by my side, trying to catch a hold of me, before I reached the bleachers. I stopped suddenly letting him fly ahead, ducking in to my private place while praying that he didn't see.
As I rocked myself in silence, an arrogant voice cut through the silence "Disappointed you'll never be able to get with me?" Fuck. He did see me. I just stayed silent hoping he would eventually go away. "Ah, the non-talker. I see. Do you normally punch people in the face? Is that your way of saying hello when you meet someone new…" Although his voice sounded like a unicorn on a rainbow, he was really pissing me off.
"Do you always have to piss everyone off with your giant ego? I'm surprised your head hasn't exploded yet" I replied, not bring able to keep my annoyance inside. God, why wouldn't he go away! My prayers were not answered. He replied "And she speaks! I thought you were a mute or something, but I hear my good looks can do that to some pe-" but I cut him off.
"Fuck off" I growled. That was all I could think of but it was all I needed to say. He walked away, cursing me under his breath. I waited in my safe hideaway until, eventually, it was lunchtime and Simon came to put me back together as he did every time.
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