Chapter 2

Clary POV

"Seelie what do you want now?" I ask. She's always making fun of me and calling me 'slut' or 'whore'. She has a little clique including Kaelie Michaels and Seira Lavisha. They're the real sluts. They hook up with 20 guys every week.

"Oh nothing I just wanted to remind you that you are a filthy drug dealing lowlife drunk who will never get a man to love you. Stay away from Jace! He's mine and always will be. So keep your short ugly ass self away from him." She speaks with venom burning in her eyes and I begin fuming.

"You know what? You're the slut. You have sex with more guys than Einstein can count and he was a genius. I'm not a drunk and I don't deal drugs. No man will ever love you because no one wants to be the one to love the school prostitute. So watch your mouth. You don't know anything about me or how hard my life is. Keep your dirty nose out of my business and keep whatever you think about me to yourself!

Seelie looked at me in such anger she looked aS if she was going to explode. She was red as blood and I would have laughed if I wasn't so angry. The locker room erupted into cheers and applause.

"You little bitch! I know you deal drugs. I've seen you at the club every other night! Why else would it be? Certainly not for a guy."

"How would you possibly know that? Are you stalking me or are you always just at Pandemonium getting drunk off your ass?" Her eyes widen and I smirk at her obvious discomfort.

"Cat got your tongue?" She screams and storms away her with her 'friends' trailing behind her. I quickly change into my gym clothes. Gray short sleeved shirt and red loose shorts with some sneakers. I know I'm taking a risk by exposing my bruises but they've almost all faded And the ones on my face are covered with make up. There's a scar running from my mid thigh to my ankle. People will definitely ask but I'll just make up some lie.

I Think about the drug dealing think Seelie was talking about. It's true. My father-ugh it makes me sick calling him that- forces me to go to Pandemonium and deal drugs for him. He has friends everywhere and they know I'm his daughter so I don't need a fake ID or anything.

I walk into Gym class and people turn to me, they all gasp at the scar on my leg and the bruises that haven't faded yet. I roll my eyes and sit next to Simon. As I pass the popular girls they snicker and some look at me in disgust one of them being Isabelle Lightwood. She's Jace's sister and hates me a lot for some reason.

"Omg I bet she got into a fight or something"

"Really? I hear she's super dangerouS"

"Totally she's like so crazy"

I glare at them. I wish the rumors would stop already. They don't know anything about me or my life So they need to shut up. Simon is the only one who knows what my father does to me. He tried getting me to report it to the police but my father has connections. If he got arrested some of his buddies would come after me and my friends. I can't take that risk.

"Hey Clary."

"Hi Simon."

"I am so sick of those stupid rumors. It's like they think if they keep talking about you'll just tell them to get them to shut up." I nod in agreement.

"That's exactly what they want. God what did I do to deserve this? Why the hell couldn't my mother have taken me with her? What a bitch. If she loved me she would have never just up and left like that."

Simon gives me a hug. He knows I hate when people say 'I'm sorry' as a way to make someone feel better. I mean you didn't do anything so please don't apologize and an apology isn't gonna do anything to help any way. I hate pity.

"You don't deserve this."

"I know I don't." I want to cry but I stay strong. Crying is a sign of weakness. I am not weak. I am a brave soldier. Although I'm wondering when this war will end and if I'll win 'cause it seems as if I'm losing.

The coach blows his whistle and I pull away from Simon.

"Alright listen up cupcakes!" He always calls us that to motivate us. If we get angry we can do better in the class because we're releasing all our anger into the ball. It's a good strategy but all it does is make us laugh.

"We are playing dodge ball today. And you better play good. I want you to break the ball! I want you to crush your opponents! Play like your life depends on it!"

"Jesus coach we're not wrestling or something," some random kid says.

"I don't care!" He blows his whistle and tells us to pick teams. The team leaders were Jace and Sebastian. As usual I'm the last one to be picked for the team. No one wants to be paired up with a drug dealer. I end up on Sebastian's team with Seelie. Ugh.

Coach blows the whistle and the games begin! I'm actually very flexible and have a lot of agility. I duck and roll around the Gym making it hard to hit me. All of my teammates are out except for me and Sebastian. I look over at him for a second when he taps me on the shoulder and then feel something hit me hard on the chest. I inhale sharply and fall to the ground feeling pain in by chest. I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe a little bit. I hear whispers all around me. I look up and see Jace smirking. He gives me a mocking wave. That bastard.

"Oh my god what a weakling."

"What she can't take a hit?"

"She probably wants someone to come and coddle her." I hear laughing after that all around me. My vision gets blurry and I struggle to stand. But I get knocked down again. The laughing continues and tears come to my eyes. But, I try to hold them back. They already think I'm weak.

Someone helps me up and walks me out. I don't know where I'm going and I'm about to black out. I hear voices and I recognize one very clearly. Isabelle Lightwood.

"Aw look at that," She coos. "Her little boyfriend is helping her." More laughing before I black out.

I wake up in a little bed and I'm surrounded by pale pink walls. It smells like air freshener and there's someone in a chair across from the bed. I sit up and rub my chest. The events of what happened come rushing to me and I groan. Now not only am I the drug dealing loser. I'm also a weakling. Just great.

"You blacked after Jace threw a ball at your chest.' I jump and calm down realizing it's Simon. He looks relieved as if he thought I was dead.

"You seem to have bruises on your chest Ms. Morgenstern and the impact of the ball knocked the breath out of you. You have to take it easy for a little while." I look to the nurse. Her name is Mrs. Rosalia and she's in her late twenties or something. She has black hair and sky blue eyes. She looks like Isabelle but is much nicer.

"Okay I will." I respond.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you get the bruises?" I blink and think of a lie as quickly as possible.

"Um... I got into a fight one night. But luckily I won," I say laughing nervously. She grimaces and tells me I can go. I probably freaked her out. The bell rings and Simon and I walk out. Then I realize something.

"Oh no."

"What's the matter?"

"I have to go to Jace's house today to work on the project and I don't think I can take his teasing." Simon wraps an arm around me and smiles.

"Don't worry gorgeous. You're brave and strong. You can do this."

"Thanks Simon. Hey did you carry me out?"

"Yeah. I stayed with you for the rest of the school day."

"So um... Sebastian and all the popular kids set me up?" I ask while twiddling my thumbs.

"Yeah. But they're the real losers. They can't stand up to someone their own size. It's sad really." I laugh.

"Thanks."

"No prob" I walk to my locker and get all my books and bag. I tell Simon goodbye and hop onto my motorcycle. Time to deal with the Ass of the Year. Ugh.