Thanks for the reviews! Here's a new chapter! I tried to make it longer than the previous ones.
"Please remember to read pages…."
3… 2…. 1… and… The bell, signaling school had ended, finally rang, after another boring lecture on symbolism about the class book. Clary was exhausted, having gone to bed too late and awakened too early. Over time, this slowly brought around the exhaustion she was feeling and she couldn't wait for spring break. Tomorrow was her last day. Then she would be free. Free from projects and tests and dare she say it, homework.
Quickly, with newfound energy due to the prospect of leaving, Clary packed her bag and hurried out the door. Rounding the corner of the hallway, she ran into someone. SMACK!
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" cried a female voice.
"No worries. It's okay." Clary replied. When she looked up, she marveled at the dark-haired girl standing before her. What on earth? Did she know this girl from somewhere?
"Sorry again! I…uh…I have to go!" said the girl as she dashed off.
"Darn it. Look at this mess." muttered Clary as she look at her belonging strewn across the floor. She picked up her sketchbook first, stashing it in her backpack, along with her other belongings trying to avoid the students rushing to get to the door. Being so short, it was hard to see her when she was standing up, but it was even worse when she was on the ground, frantically trying to save her stuff from being trampled on.
"Need some help there?" asked a familiar voice. A golden hand reached down to help her gather all her belongings and help her up.
"Thanks so much!" replied Clary. As she made contact with her hand, a spark of connection rushed through her body, making her shiver. Then she looked up and met the color that haunted her at night. Again…
Simon, at Clary's locker, was waiting to meet her to continue the façade of normalcy. I really hate doing this…
Riiiinnnnggggg! And there was the bell. He had left class early to avoid the mobs of rushing students eager to leave their classes and move on with their afternoons. He looked to the crowd, trying to find that familiar head of red. Then he saw her rounding the corner. He felt a light tap on his shoulder and an arm brush against his. To a passerby, this touch would seem innocent, purely a mistake or slip of the hand. However, to the observant watcher, one would notice the two teens eyes locking and the brief but intimate air that surrounded them as they took each other in.
"Isabelle…" He breathed. She flashed a smile and lightly squeezed his hand as she passed by, letting him know that she had heard him. Lost in the trance that was purely Isabelle, he barely noticed that both her and Clary were on the road to collision.
Before he could warn them, it was too late. SMACK! The two of them collided full force, causing Clary to topple to the ground and spill all of her belonging on the ground.
Simon, observing the scene before him, knew he was not permitted to interfere. If Clary found out he knew Isabelle, there were questions that she would ask that he simply could not answer. Nervously, he watched the exchange and prayed Isabelle wouldn't panic. He noticed her shoulders tense as she saw whom she ran into. C'mon Isabelle…
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He heard Isabelle say.
"No worries. It's okay." Replied clary, sounding exasperated due to her belongings spread out on the floor.
Isabelle said something else he couldn't here and dashed around the hallway. I hope Clary doesn't suspect anything…
When he thought things couldn't get any worse, he saw that golden head.
That guy was going to get them all the killed. The Clave had already threatened them once for getting to close to the subject.
"Don't screw it up Lightwood." He muttered under his breath. Watching him focus on the redhead frantically trying to gather her belongings, Simon hoped Jace for once would just let it be. But this was Jace we were talking about.
He watched Jace as he retrieved some of Clary's belongings that had been tossed farther than the girl's immediate surroundings. He then reached out his other hand, offering it to Clary, to help her to her feet, saying something the Simon couldn't make out
He held his breath when their hands made contact, saw the tension in Jace's muscles as he held himself away from the smaller girl. The shudder that was barely noticeable passed through her as their hands made contact. When she got to her feet, she looked up, giving a soft reply, before her eyes widened as though she was shocked and quite confused. A wrinkle in between her eyebrows formed, making it appear as though she was thinking very hard about something.
As they looked into each other's eyes, he saw the connection he was always jealous of. That spark was something the Clave thought that they could erase. But nothing could destroy that way their bodies reacted to each other, the way they shifted closer together if only to be nearer to the other. In the back of his head, he knew that eventually, the dam holding Clary's memories back would break and when it did, all hell would break lose.
What am I going to do?
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