It's SHREK that smells

"Clary. Looking hot as always," says Jace, nudging me with his elbow. "Are we meeting after school again?"

"Sure, sure," I say, ignoring his previous comment.

"Did you study what I gave you yesterday?"

"You gave me something?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"I gave you my notebook," he says, sighing.

"Well, I'm sorry. Satisfied?"

"Yes, actually. So listen, do you have plans this Friday night?"

"No."

"Then can we-"

"No, meaning no, I will not go out on a date with you."

"Come on. I know this awesome-"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"How about-"

"No."

"You don't like me."

"Yes."

As if I would get fooled by that.

"Oh, damn it. It usually works in the movies."

"I'm gonna go to biology."

"Can't wait 'till the school's over."

"We have English together before lunch."

"Knew it! You're looking forward to seeing me-"

"You're crazy."

"For you."

"Get lost."

"Where? Inside you?"

"Stop with the pickup lines."

"But-"

"Get lost, Jace Lightwood, or I'll kick your ass into your classroom."

"Jeez, calm down."

"Go away, and have a nice day. Thank you."

I'm washing my hands in the sink just when one of the stall doors open, revealing an angry looking Kaelie in it.

"You bitch," she snarls, pushing me against the sink, and my hip aches from the contact.

"What the hell?"

"Stay away from Jace."

"I am trying my best, thank you very much."

She suddenly slaps my face, and I gasp, pressing my palm against my burning cheek.

"Don't talk to me like that!"

"I will talk whatever way I want to," I say, lowering my hand.

"Then trust me, it's not going to be pretty."

"I don't care. You're the one who likes pretty stuffs anyways."

I try to push her away, but she's too strong and too tall.

"Don't. I have my friends with me. Inside the stalls."

"Coward. You brought your friends, huh?"

"They have phones too," she smirks. "They're going to take pictures of you while I beat the crap out of you."

"Like that's ever going to happen."

"Oh, Clary. That's very likely to happen. Too bad. Jace doesn't like ugly faces."

"I don't care about Jace! So don't worry about me. Just tighten the leash on your boyfriend."

"You... You whore."

"Me? A whore? Oh please, am I the one who practically lets everyone see my thong? I can literally see your black thong saying hi from here, you know."

To my surprise-not-she smirks.

"No wonder Jace was staring at me for so long."

"I doubt that's why," I say without thinking. "But like I said, I don't care about Jace."

"Yes, you do. And you're going to hurt him if you don't stay away from him. Heartless bitches like you won't understand what he was going through."

"I do know he had a hard time."

"Oh really? Then what is it?"

"Doesn't matter. Everyone has their own hard time."

"It does matter if you care about him. I, for one-"

"I fucking don't care about him! So will you cut it out?"

"Not just yet. I want everyone to see how worthless you are. Jennifer! Jen! Come out!"

I wait for a stall door to open, but all I hear is a groan.

"Jennifer! Come out!"

Fuming, Kaelie stomps over to a door, and open it. And there she is, the Jennifer girl. Passed out on the cold tiles. And Isabelle standing by her side.

"Hello," Isabelle says, flipping her long, black hair.

"What... What..."

"Well, now we know how you got a C for English."

"You... You little-"

"Excuse me, but I'm like two inches taller than you."

Kaelie screams in frustration, stomping over to another stall. She screams again, and I guess Isabelle took care of all her friends.

"I'm calling the cops!" She yells.

"Yes, but then, you'd have to explain how all this happened."

Clenching her teeth, Kaelie runs out of the washroom, leaving just Isabelle and me-if you count out the unconscious girls-in it.

"Um..." I scratch the back of my neck, unsure of what to say.

"You're welcome. It was fun, actually."

"Yeah, thanks, but... You didn't have to do this," I say, waving at the unconscious girls.

"They deserved it."

Biting my lower lip, I flinch a little.

I stare at Kaelie skimping over to Jace at lunch, draping her arms around his neck loosely from the behind. Jace acknowledges her and motions for her to sit beside him. Kaelie smiles happily. She tries her best to lift her skirt naturally, trying to grab his attention.

Just then, Jace's head snaps toward me, smirking. He winks while Kaelie is dying for his attention. She gives me the finger without him seeing it. Wow.

I see the girl, Jennifer at the other table, rubbing her neck unconsciously. I almost feel bad for her. Isabelle isn't someone you'd like to mess with, I guess. I mean, I thought she was the kind of girl who wouldn't let anyone get hurt.

"Clary. I have something for you," my dad says carefully when I get home.

"What is it?"

Is it a phone? Is it a phone? Oh my god, please let it be a damn phone of my own.

"It's.. In your room, actually. Don't be too surprised, though."

But even before I can go inside my room, someone pops out of it.

"Really, Valentine? Something? I'm a normal creature that breathes just like you," he snorts.

He has short brown hair, and has a silver hoop through his right earlobe. He looks about a little more than twenty.

"Um... Dad? What is he doing here?"

"He's your gift! Isn't that awesome?" He says with weak enthusiasm.

"That is so awesome, I feel like I've just gotten a new underwear for Christmas."

"A, I'm not your underwear. B, this is not Christmas," the guy says.

"Oh my god, I didn't notice. What am I going to do without you?"

"Okay, stop fighting," dad says, closing his eyes.

"We weren't fighting. Fighting is like when I'm on top of him, beating the crap out of him," I state matter of factly.

"Huh, as if you can. What are you, a tree nymph?"

"And what are you, Hulk or something?"

"Why would you call me Hulk?"

"Because you smell."

"I do not smell. And Hulk doesn't smell either. It's Shrek that smells."

"How would you know that?"

"How would you know?"

"Stop it!" Dad says, exasperated. "Stop fighting over green monsters. You," he points at the guy. "Are supposed to help her with her homework and making friends, not fight with her."

"Like I said, we're not fighting," I say. "Wait, what were you saying about making friends?"

"Clary," he says in a warning voice.

"I'm not a five years old, okay?"

"I know you're not."

"Then why do you have this guy over here?"

"Because you're shutting everyone out! Do I want my daughter to be forever alone?"

"I'm not alone, okay? I have friends!"

"Who?"

I clench my teeth. I can't believe my own dad is doing this to me.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but do you happen to have an ice cream in your fridge? I'm craving for some," the guy pipes in.

"Scott," dad hisses.

So his name is Scott.

"Yes?" He asks innocently.

Dad sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. A few minutes pass by.

"You know, if we're going to keep doing this-standing here, doing nothing-I'll be at my room if you need help with it."

And I stomp into my room.

A few minutes later, a piece of paper slips into my room through the small opening between the door and the floor.

I unfold it, and begin to read it.

Dear, Clary.

I'm sorry for arguing with you today. I was supposed to be nice, but no, I hurt your feeling. I apologize for that. I hope you forgive me.

I hope we can begin again is bullshit. Complete bullshit. Your dad was supervising my letter, so yeah. My apology is fake! You're so dumb if you got fooled by that.

Oh, Clary. You're so sweet and lovable. I'm sorry if I truly hurt you.

Seriously? Does your dad supervises your letter too while you're writing? Because this is crazy. I mean, apology letter? Come on! What kind of peo

So forgive me?

Sincerely yours, Scott.

.

.

.

Not.

Huh. So my dad is forcing him to write an apology letter to me? I mean seriously, what does he have against Scott?

Ah, a shelter, I guess. A nice bed to sleep and warm food to eat, perhaps.

I look into Simon's soft, brown eyes.

"Simon," I sigh. "How the hell am I going to kick this guy out of our house?"

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too," I reply softly.

Who do you think Simon is? And yes, I'm so sorry that I'm updating so late. Forgive me? *lost puppy eyes* Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Also, I do not own Scott Parnell, but he is definitely OOC. Sorry if you like the actual Scott better...