Serendipity - Chapter 5

Like I will lift you up and, baby, I will build you up

Cause I could never try enough

To show you I can be the love

We're not hiding from this time.

And if it all falls down

Just let me be here, let my arms surround

And let me say how I'm so sure I've found

A place for you to wear your crown

A place where our names rhyme

And it is all because you found me just in time

- Just in Time by Jason Lancaster

XxSPxX

Izzy and I only escape because, after Jace's revelation, we all pack ourselves into the large elevator. I know, it doesn't sound that bad. But, the thing is, I forgot to mention that we're in there with about 20 other teenagers. Isabelle gives me a strange look and that's when I realize that she's uncomfortable. This rarely happens to Iz so there must be something off about these people.

Clary, try and cover your mouth and nose. Breathe into your hands," a soft pair of lips brushes my ear. The baritone voice of the blonde Adonis behind me is quiet and soft. This sends a shudder through my body and I automatically follow his instructions.

"Good girl," he runs a hand over my back. I'm wondering why he's giving me these instructions until Isabelle starts choking. Her normally pale face is red and her eyes are watering. I raise an eyebrow at her and she just shakes her head, coughing some more. The others don't seem to notice.

"Hey, Ursie," one yells. "Pass the weed!"

Realization dawns on me. Damn, are they really high?

Ursie, wearing hot pink leather pants and a denim jacket, shifts her purple hair to one side and hands the guy a rolled up piece of paper, swaying slightly as she does. (her fashion sense killed me)

And apparently, they're drunk off of their asses too. Great.

"Jace," I murmur, only loud enough for his ears. His head snaps towards me, a worried look shining in his eyes. My hand waves him over and he puts his ear right next to my mouth. He's basically squatting at this point and that bothers me more than I can articulate. I hate my height sometimes.

"Doesn't your apartment have a no smoking policy or something? Like, I know weed is legal here and everything but really? Is it necessary for them to do it in the elevator?" I continue my sentence, staring straight ahead, my mouth barely moving.

"Yeah, my landlord really hates smoking and this is the only not-private-area in the building without cameras of some kind. Sorry about this. I know that you already have a lot to deal with right now."

"It's okay," I reassure him, patting his back gently. My gaze drifts off towards Isabelle who's eyes are still red and watery. The thing is, though, she's smiling manically in my direction. Discreetly, I raise my middle finger in her direction, shooting her a saccharine smile.

The elevator finally dings and I breathe a sigh of relief, although I begin to tear up, due to the overpowering smell of marijuana circulating around the elevator. Cursing silently, I grab my best friend's hand after Jace grabs mine. Making a beeline for the exit, I almost run head-first into Jace's back. Looking up confusedly, his eyes burn dangerously.

"Run," he whispers, almost silently. After passing the message onto Isabelle, we're all outside in the parking lot, breathing heavily.

Isabelle's hands are on her knees, I'm sitting cross-legged on a disabled parking space, and Jace is on his phone doing God knows what.

"Jace?" Iz looks up questioningly.

"Mhmm?" He says this without even looking up from his phone. Rolling my eyes, I gesture for my friend to continue.

"Why'd we run out of there like bats out of hell?" She raises her eyebrows at him, her lips pursed, eyes squinted into slits. Running a hand through his silky golden hair, there's a pregnant pause before he continues.

"I promise that I'll explain this to you guys later," his fingers make a crossing motion over his heart. "But, right now, we need to get you home. It's 11 mother fucking p.m. You guys are only 17. How did you guys get here?"

"We walked," I shrug.

Disbelief shadows over his face. "Are you serious?"

"We walk everywhere," Isabelle glares at him. "We can drive, but our parents refuse to buy us cars... even second-hand ones."

"Come on," he grabs a set of keys out of his back pocket. "Let me drive you guys home."

It's 3 in the morning and I'm adding a pair of golden eyes to my wall mural. My sleeping pills don't work anymore and I forgot to take my iron supplementaries. Nice move, Clary. Real nice.

Mom refuses to buy me stronger ones because she read on some shitty website that stronger sleeping pills cause cancer. That's a whole load of dumb bullshit and we both know that.

My iron supplementaries are running out and Dad is the only one who knows where to get them. But, hey, he's on a goddamn business trip so I'm saving them for next week when the devil decides to pay me a visit.

A.K.A periods.

I add the final lash on one of the eyes and start on the other one. A long sigh escapes my lips and I rub my forehead in exhaustion. Now that I'm thinking back on it, it's completely my fault that I'm fucking anemic and an insomniac.

When I was about 12 or 13-ish, I thought I was super fat because I wasn't fucking anorexic like the rest of the girls in my class. So pre-pubescent Clary thought that it'd be a great idea to "borrow" some of her mom's Ipecac Syrup. Yeah, not a good idea.

It make me puke easily enough without me having to stick a finger down my throat. I always thought that was nasty anyways, despite the fact that every other girl in my class did it.

It got so bad that I was under 70 pounds at age 15. My mom took me to a hospital (finally, because this had been going on for years) and, wow, I had anemia. And they found the Ipecac Syrup in my body. Surprise, surprise, my mom started crying. Bitch.

Don't get me wrong, I love her. She's just an ignorant ass mother. Just like my dad is an ignorant ass motherfucker. Just like my brother is a bitch man-whore.

Amazing how my family works, right?

I finally finish up the lashes on the right eye and now I have a replica of Jace's eyes staring right back at me. It's weird because they're as mesmerizing as the real thing. It's like you can't stop staring into them.

Shaking my head, I climb back into bed, though I grab my phone this time. My phone dings with an iMessage. Groaning, I check it.

Isabelle: hey grapefruit.

Clary: hey jellybean. i have no idea why you're awake. i'mm go to sleep.

Isabelle: i can't yet. alec still hasn't come back home yet. it's been, like, 7 billion hours.

Clary: hold up. didn't he say that he was hanging out with magnus tonight ?

Isabelle: oh right. thanks clare. i'mma head to sleep now. did you take your pills?

Clary: mhhm. thanks mom.

Isabelle: are you serious? don't try to lie to me. i can tell even over the damn phone. which ones did you forget this time?

Clary: damn you lightwood. iron supplementaries.

Isabelle: GO AND TAKE YOUR GODDAMN PILLS YOU BITCH. DO YOU WISH TO SUFFER.

Clary: can't. saving them for when the devil appears. ;)

Isabelle: ohh right. okay. better. i was scared.

Clary: go to bed jellybean.

Isabelle: kay grapefruit.

Clary: night Iz.

Isabelle: night Clare-bear.

AN: HIELLO YOU GORGEOUS AMAZING PEOPLE WHO HAVE PROBABLY BEEN WAITING FOR THIS UPDATE FOR YEARS.

I apologize about being MIA. My body is so sore bc of all the stuff that I've been doing for the past month or two. I haven't had a lot of time to get on the internet or just do anything else in general. I've been super sick and then I sprained my index fingers (yeah both of them) and then I had to travel like 7 times.

Sorry.

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-fucj