I Know Nothing At All

"Okay, are you sure you're fine? You look really, really distracted."

"I'm fine, Trey. You want to dance?" I ask, thinking of what Derek said.

"Sure."

We go on the dance floor, me, hooking my arms around his neck. I pull his head down, kissing him gently. My lips move against his passionately, enjoying the heat. He cups my cheek, pulling me closer, his tongue seeking for an entrance. I gladly part my lips, doing my best to push the thought of Jace away. His hands play with the hem of my shirt, constantly brushing against my bare skin.

"Well, this is awkward," we hear a voice and both pull away.

Sebastian stands there, his arms across his chest with Christina beside him. He's wearing a smirk.

"Samuel, is it?" Trey asks.

"Sebastian. Can I steal my sister for this dance?"

"No," I reply curtly.

"Oh come on, Clarissa. Just this once."

"Hey, if she doesn't want to, she doesn't have to," Trey interrupts, glaring at Sebastian.

"He's right, Sebby. Come on, let's go dance by ourselves," Christina pouts at him.

"But I think we should have a family quality time. There's no reason you shouldn't. What harm can it do? I'll stop bugging you after this."

"I said no. I'm dancing with Trey."

"Yeah, but what were you thinking of while you were? I can make that thought go away if you dance with me."

I can see Trey's confused face now.

"I wasn't thinking of anything. Come on, Trey. Let's go somewhere else," I say, pulling him away from Sebastian.

"Just remember, boy! Putting a heart in a meat grinder and turning it on is easy, but it's very hard to put the pieces back together."

"A meat grinder? What? What is he talking about?"

"Don't listen to him, Trey, he always talks nonsense," I say, walking away from Sebastian as far as possible.

Why can't people just let me be happy?

"Hey, Derek, can I talk to you?"

The thought of him touching my rune kept bugging me for the entire weekend.

"'bout what?"

"Stuffs, unexplained. Like fairytales?"

"I can't, really. I need to head to my class."

"Maybe I can sit with you at lunch?"

"I'm sorry. Basketball practice."

"When you're eating?"

"Yup."

I give him a skeptical look. He apparently doesn't want to talk about it.

"After school, maybe?"

"I need to pick up my sister."

"Derek."

"Clary," he imitates me while walking away. "I need to go. See ya later!"

Damn it, why is he trying so hard to avoide a civil conversation with me?

"What were you and Lakes talking about?" Trey asks, walking toward me.

"Oh, I was just asking him about History homework," I tell him nonchalantly.

"Alright. You have biology now, right?"

"Yeah, I should get going."

"See you at lunch?"

"Yup."

I really need to talk to you.

I send the note to Derek, who's sitting behind me.

I can hear him write something back, and he hands me the paper.

As much as I understand how much interesting I am as a company, I am a very busy guy.

Can I please talk to you after school?

I thought we already talked about that.

"Mr. Lakes and Miss Morgenstern!" The teacher, who obviously noticed our notes yells.

"Yes, sir?"

"Would you care to read your conversation out loud?"

"Um..." I say uncertainly.

"Alright, let me make this easy for both of you. Detention, lunchtime in library."

I open my mouth to complain, but I stop. Detention for both of us... I love you, karma. But Derek, noticing my smile frowns.

"I'm sorry, but I have a basketball practice during lunch, sir."

"Oh, I don't think you do, Mr. Lakes. And even if you do, I really don't care."

Yes, yes, yes. Never have I ever loved a teacher this much.

I smile at Derek and he groans, leaning back on his chair.

"Fine, girl. Lunch hour it is."

"So I wanted to as you some stuff."

"I could clearly see that."

"Have you ever-"

"But," he interrupts. "I would appreciate it if we do this after school. Somewhere more private."

"Are you sure you're not going to ditch me?"

"You have my words. And after all, this is a detention, not a tea party."

"The place and the time?"

"My apartment at seven tonight. I'll pick you up."

I nod, smile creeping on my lips. Finally, I will get some answers.

"So what were you so curious about?"

"How much do you know?"

He arches his eyebrows, waiting for me to elaborate further.

"What's your dominant hand?" I ask instead.

He gives me his right hand, leaving me to study it. No runes.

Both disappointment and relief floods inside me.

"Looking for a certain tattoo?" He asks, grabbing my attention back.

"What... Are you?"

"How about we play this game. It's called Clary and Derek asks each other some questions."

"You made that up," I accuse the obvious.

"You playing or not?"

"Fine. How do you play it?"

"Simple. We take turns asking questions. But one question at a time. And since I suggested this game, I'll go first."

I give him the whatever look, and he thinks of a question.

"How far have you gone with Trey?" He asks, smirking.

I glare at him, refusing to answer the question.

"Change the question."

"Okay, did you loose the V card to him or not?"

Blushing, I nod reluctantly.

"My turn. Do you know what I am?"

"A girl."

"You know what I mean. Answer the question!"

"One question at a time means one answer at a time. My turn. Have you ever had a wet dream?"

"No," I say sternly.

"Oh, really?"

"My turn, remember?"

"Yes, I remember. So my turn now. Do you think Trey's hotter than me?"

This is so unfair. I didn't get one proper answer, and he asked me three!

"Yes."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not lying. My turn. Do you believe in angels?"

"Interesting question," he says, leaning back on his couch and spreading his arms out, his hand almost touching my shoulder.

"Answer it."

"Yes, I do."

"Like what angels in particular?"

"My turn, now. What angels do you believe in?"

"I don't know. Raziel, maybe?" I reply, hinting him. "Do you believe in Nephilim?"

"Nephilim? Sure, why not?"

I study him carefully, trying to figure out what he is. I don't think he's a human, and he isn't a shadowhunter. So maybe fairies, but no. And he isn't pale enough to be a vampire. So a werewolf, maybe?

"What do you think I am?" He asks, amusement glistening in his eyes.

What should I say back?

"You want me to ask you something else?" He asks again, and I nod. "Can you do something for me?"

"Yes."

"Feel my heartbeat," he whispers.

I do as he says, flattening my palm against his muscled chest. Nothing. Nothing. I frantically search for his heart again, but I don't feel anything. His heart is not beating.

I sit there, speechless. Can he be a vampire?

"As much as I know you want to run your hands over my chest, I would like it if you're not the only one touching."

I quickly detach my hand, glaring at him.

"Are you... A vampire?" I ask, not caring about the stupid game anymore.

"Oh, please. Do I look like a bloodthirsty freak to you?"

"Yeah, you kind of do, but then, what are you?"

"So you know about Nephilim, and you know about the Cup."

"Yes."

"Have you read the bible?"

I shake my head, since I am not really not religious type.

"Genesis 6:4, the Nephilim were in the earth in those days, and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bore children to them; the same were the mighty men that were of old, the men of renown."

"And you're saying?"

"The cup isn't everything. When the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men-can't you see? They had other ways too."

"I don't see what that has to do with you."

"So if you ever wonder, where are those sons of God now?"

This is crazy. This is crazy for sure.

"Right in front of me," I whisper. "So you mean you're an angel?"

"Not technically. I'm a fallen. Fallen angel."

"You gotta be kidding me."

"I know, I know. A hot sexy angel is sitting next to you in a couch which is in his apartment where he's alone."

"Don't get any thoughts."

"That's hard to do when you're here."

I glare at him as hard as I can.

"I'm just kidding!" He says.

"So, you're a fallen angel. What did you do to get your wings ripped or something?"

"Are we still playing this game or not?"

"We're not."

"Well, I fell in love with a human girl."

"Shit."

"Yeah, shit."

"What happened to her?"

"She died," he says, avoiding an eye contact, being serious for the first time.

"I'm sorry," I say, genuinely meaning it,

"It's not your fault."

"But why can't you fall in love with a human?"

"We are angels, Clary. If we play favorites, the world won't be fair."

"Oh. But that's still harsh. You couldn't help it."

"Whatever. Any more questions?"

"Yes. Do you know what my mom is doing? She's keep disappearing, and she won't tell me anything."

"I met her once, during her trip."

"You did?" I ask, surprised.

"Yes, but I can't tell you anything. Your mom made me promise."

"Then just tell me if she'll be safe."

"It's a dangerous trip, but have a little faith in your mom. She was a shadowhunter. She'll be fine."

"But she doesn't have to do this! She doesn't have to protect the world anymore."

"Clary, parents do what they think is the best for their children and themselves. I promise she'll be alright. I swear this on Angel."

I silently nod, trusting him.

"Come on, I should get you home."

"But I still have a lot to ask you-"

"We can do this next time."

And just then, my phone rings,

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, Clary. I went to your house but you weren't there. Where are you?"

"I'm at Derek's."

"Derek's? What are you doing there?"

"Oh, we were just talking."

"Derek don't just talk."

"Trey, there's nothing to worry about. So what did you come to my house for?"

"You texted me, remember?"

"What?"

"You told me you had something to talk about and that you wanted me there."

"I did? It wasn't me. Maybe someone did it for fun."

"Maybe... Well, if you're all fine, then I'll leave you by yourself so you can do whatever you were doing with Derek."

"Trey-"

"What?"

"Nothing," I say, sighing.

SNEAK PEEK

Please make it fast, I think, closing my eyes. I clutch my arms around my trembling body, waiting for the pain to come. I've thought of death many many times, and I wish it will come as quickly as I hoped.

Well, I hope you liked the sneak peek! So I know Clary and Sebastian is still quite distant, but the next chapter will make them even more distant. I mean, I really like them together, but it' small for the later chapters. Oh well, just wait a bit... Thanks for reviewing! Hope you enjoyed...