DEAD CHICKENS make me feel better

"What? Your real name is Clary? Why didn't I know this?"

I shrug, turning away from Jace.

"Yeah, why didn't you know? All the teachers say my name constantly, you know."

"They call you Clarissa," he points out.

"Whatever."

"So...?"

"So what?"

"What's your story?"

"My story?"

"Yeah, like where did you transfer from, do you have any hot sisters, what's your favorite subject, your hobbies-"

"Once upon a time, there lived a girl name Clary," I start, trying my best to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

Jace nods, listening carefully.

"She met a knight called Jace, and she kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. And they lived happily ever after because the stupid knight decided to stay away from her."

Jace bursts into laughter, leaving me confused.

"I don't see why that's so funny."

"You don't see much, do you?"

I ignore him, walking to my next class.

"What do you have next?" He asks, following me, and I don't answer.

I've had enough of conversation for today. Although this boy annoys the hell out of me, I still can't take any risk, especially if he's this hot. Wait, did I say that? I did not.

Suddenly, he snatches my schedule from me.

"Hey!"

"Biology... Good luck with Izzy and Maia!"

Izzy? Oh god, no... That's the nice girl. And Maia, I don't know her, but I still want to keep away from her if he knows her.

I grunt, walking into the classroom.

"Hey, Clary! Come sit over here!"

Is it rude if I ignore the offer? Because I do. Pretending I didn't notice her, I sit down on the furthest seat away from her.

"Clary!"

This, I can't ignore. Reluctantly, I turn my head toward her.

"Come sit with me!"

Sighing, I walk over to her.

"So I take it you're not the talkative one?"

"I wouldn't bet on it," I mumble, and she laughs.

Seriously, what's with this school and laughing?

"This is Maia," she says, pointing at the girl behind her.

Wait, that's the pretty girl who was totally into Jordan!

"Hey, Clary!" She says cheerfully.

I twitch the edge of my lips up a bit, hoping they'd notice my reluctance and think I'm a rude kid and stop talking to me. Unfortunately for me though, they don't.

"So what school did you transfer from?"

"St. Xavier's," I mumble.

"Oh, I know that school! My cousin goes there. Did you know Patch Cipriano?" Maia exclaims.

I swollow visually, thinking about the boy. Damn it. Why did she have to mention his name? Just thinking about him hurts so much.

"Um, yeah..."

"Wow, that's so cool. He's hot, isn't he?"

I decide to ignore this question, trying to do my unfinished homework.

"Need a little help with that?" Isabelle asks.

Don't let it go, Clary. Be strong. You can do this. Yes, you can. No more breaking hearts.

I slowly shake my head.

The teacher start explaining boring facts with sentences full of words that I've never heard before.

Isabelle and Maia keeps offering help and talking, and I just can't stand it anymore.

"Mr. Banner?" I ask carefully.

"Yes, Miss Morgenstern?"

"I'm not feeling well. May I be excused?"

I hear a knock on the door, so I go to open it.

"Who the hell is-"

"Hello to you too," Jordan says, walking in.

He's holding a small plastic bowl, smiling as usual.

"And who invited you?"

"Myself. I heard you weren't feeling well. I brought you some soup."

Seriously? What is wrong with this school?

"I'm fine. Feeling much better now."

"I know the disease well, don't worry. Often happens during biology, but you get better when you get home."

"Please get out?"

"Do my ears deceive me, or did you just say please?"

"Oh, let me change it for you. Get the fuck out of my place before I taser your ass."

"That's not nice. Come on, try this soup. You're gonna fall in love with it instantly."

"I'm sorry, but I do not cheat on my darling pasta."

Wait, I'm supposed to ignore him, not make a civil conversation with him!

"Just get out of my depressing place."

"Take the soup."

I snatch the bowl from him impatiently, shooing him away.

"Hey! You know where to find me to return the bowl."

I roll my eyes, closing the door.

I look at the steamy chicken soup, studying it. I take a sniff, and realize that it smells fantastic. But I still cannot eat it. No more friendly crap. I dump the content in the garbage, the back of my eyes stinging a little. Oh god. No, it is not because of him... Nope. Definitely not because of Patch.

"Hey, you okay?" He asks, walking into my bedroom.

"Depends," I answer, smiling from my mattress.

"On what?"

"Whether I'm okay or not."

"Ha freaking ha."

"Thank you," I bow sarcastically.

"I brought you some chicken soup if that makes you feel better?"

"Sure, a dead chicken floating on water would make me feel better."

He narrows his eyes, and I laugh, grabbing the bowl from his hand.

"Oh, don't worry. I have unrequited love for dead chickens, Cipriano."

"I'm sure they'll love being inside you," he says, winking.

"Ew."

I savor the taste of the soup, moaning delightfully.

"See? You're already making sex noises."

I roll my eyes and fling the spoon at his face.

"Hey!" He exclaims as the spoon leaves a trail of liquid along his jawline.

I laugh, intentionally out loud. Eventually, he dips his index finger into the soup and smudge it all around my face.

"You are so dead!" I yell, lunging myself at him.

We both land on the hard floor, him groaning underneath me.

"Ouch. And here I was, thinking you were sick."

"A lot can happen during biology," I shrug, getting off him.

"I think you broke my hipbone," he mumbles, still lying on the floor.

"Good," I say, grinning. "That's what you get for dipping your finger inside my beloved food."

He raises one eyebrow, noticing how wrong that sounded. I laugh hard, while he tries to suffocate his since, you know, it hurts to if you have a possibly broken hipbone.

I clench the empty bowl against me, hugging it so tight, I fear it might even break. I slowly get down on my knees, inhaling the sweet scent of the soup. Oh my gosh, what am I doing? Nope, don't cry. You're stronger than this. No tears. After swallowing the burning sensation in my throat, I manage to contain my tears back, standing up and wiping the memory away.

I walk outside to the hallway, and I see him standing in front of the door.

"Were you waiting here?" I ask, incredulously.

"Yup. Knew it won't take very long for you to finish."

Come on, Clary. Tell him that you dumped the soup. Tell him!

"The soup wasn't too bad," I say after a moment of hesitation.

What? WHAT? Why did I say that?

I hand him the bowl, and turn to go back inside, only to have Jordan's hand on my shoulder. I instantly freeze at the touch, then shrug it off.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Sure."

"You look upset."

"I'm not. Mind your own damn buisness."

"No need to be so rude."

"Look who's talking," I retort, clenching my teeth.

This conversation is lasting longer than I planned.

"It's me, Jordan."

"Didn't notice."

"I don't believe that for a second! Who in the earth is nicer, funnier, and hotter than me?"

"You want the long list or the short list?"

"And here we go! We finally had a civil conversation for more than thirty seconds!"

I turn around for real this time, slamming the door before he can come in.

I know I can do this. This time, I'm going to succeed. At least, I lasted a few days already.

My dad always told me that to love is to destroy. I one hundred percent agree with that. I've had a lot of loves and a lot of scars to prove it. This time, I will not let love get to me. I will not let myself get destroyed.

I let my hands flatten the wrinkled paper carefully. I read the numbers on it for millionth times. Only if I had a phone. Wait a minute...

"You want to borrow my phone?"

I nod at Jordan who looks both amused and confused.

"Okay, come in."

"Can't you just bring it here?"

"No can do, Tink."

Sighing, I enter through the door, my hand clenching around the paper.

"Here you go," he hands me his phone.

I slowly type in the numbers with my shaking fingers. Will I really get to talk to him? When I finally finish punching the numbers, I give Jordan the let my have my personal conversation look. Nodding, he walks into a room.

I press the small device against my ear, waiting for Patch to answer.

"Hello?" A boy finally answers on the other side of the line.

"Pa... Patch?" I speak, trying to calm my racing heart.

"Clary? So you finally got a phone of your own?" He asks, sounding excited.

"No... Um, it's someone else's that I borrowed."

"Did your dad let-"

"I didn't tell him," I sigh.

"Clary," his voice suddenly turns rigid. "We're going to hang up."

"But Patch-"

"No, this is dangerous for both you and your dad. Good bye, Clary."

"Patch, I love you!"

But he already hung up. Shocked, I lower the phone, trying to hold my tears back. Not here. You're in Jordan's place. Stop it, Clary.

And there again, went another broken love.

This isn't exactly what actually happened to me, but I just remeber going insane after I met Patch again after a few years because he's changed so much. Still miss old Patch and Jordan... :( But I won't go all whining on you guys, so don't worry.