We walk down the girl's dormitory corridor, and I notice that no one else is around.
"Where is everyone?" I ask Cecily.
"Oh, they're probably at the Nightly Party," she tells me, seemingly it was no big deal to them.
"Nightly Party? By the Angel, who throws a party nightly?" I ask her, completely blown out of the water about the fact that there is a nightly party.
"First of all, there's always been a Nightly Party, since the first time I arrived, I guess it's sort of a thing, and second of all, did you just say 'by the Angel'?" she asks me.
"I say it often, sorry," I apologize and she laughs.
"What's so funny?"
"I've never heard anything so funny, who, just who says 'by the Angel'?" she says laughing. I guess it is quite funny if you think about it that way, but to me, it is now a habit that I cannot seem to break.
"Me, I guess," I reply, sarcastically, successfully making her laugh about ten times harder.
I hear dance music playing from a room and automatically guess that that's where the party is held tonight. Cecily and I walk right past it and to the Service Office. That's right, there's two different Offices. By the Angel, why?
There I hand my ticket to the lady at the front desk, who wasn't wearing a nametag and didn't bother to introduce herself, so I didn't bother asking.
"Do you usually go to those party things?" I ask Cecily on the way back to our dormitory.
"Yeah, but I'm not a big fan of watching people make-out, dance with one another, drink things with people. Definitely not one of those people who like to watch their brother make-out, quite passionately I might add, with some girl," she tells me, disgust creeping into her voice. I don't blame her, who would want to watch that. I think about watching Nate even kiss a girl and shudder.
"I don't blame you whatsoever, I can just imagine watching my brother do something like that," I point out, shuddering again at the mental image of just how awful it would be.
She laughs. "I probably could be a Shadowhunter, I just don't think I'd like that, you know? I got here on a scholarship, but I was going to be paid for by my parent's anyway, but my brother, just came here on my parent's money, and look where it got him. Making out with a girl, I'm not sure he's still a virgin anymore," she states to me, a fore longing look betraying her cover.
I pull her to me in a hug and she instantly wraps her arms around me. No matter how much pain I was going through moving here, I would hide it around her, just as she tried to do me. We break apart and walk straight past the Nightly Party, which I still can't get over, to our dorm.
Once inside, I walk over to the sink, getting us both a glass of water. "Well, if you don't want to go to those parties, I'm not going, we could always have a party here on our own, like maybe we could play truth or dare!" I exclaim.
She nearly spits out her water. "You'd do that, give up your chance to be popular, for me?" she asks me, clearly stunned, though I had no idea why.
"Yeah of course, I've never been one to like popular kids anyway," I tell her and she giggles.
"Truth or dare?" she asks me. Now this was tricky, I liked answering questions that people have about me, but I also never backed down from a dare.
"Whichever one you want," I tell her with a smirk, though, the reason I'm smirking lies completely unknown to me.
"Then you're doing dare!" she says instantly. I almost regretted saying that she could pick. But, Tessa Gray was never one to back down from a challenge presented to her, and she wouldn't start now.
"Okay then, dare it is," I tell her, successfully keeping my voice from wavering. She smiles, taps her chin, like she was thinking hard then, out of nowhere, pops up from the couch and does a little dance.
"Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh. I've got it!" she practically shouts, I cover my ears and she sits back down. "Sorry," she apologizes.
"It's 'kay," I say and motion for her to continue.
She takes a deep breath, like that would be the only thing to keep her calm. "I dare you to go to my brother's room and destroy his closet. I mean, throw his clothes out of the closet and then come back. Don't worry, I'll come with you and everything, but I'll be hiding!" she says whilst jumping up and down excitedly.
I could handle this one right? I mean, it wasn't like I even knew this Will or anything. "I'll do it, but how are we going to get in?" I ask and she pulls a key out of her pocket, not our key, a boy's dorm key, you could tell by the 'B' on it rather than the 'G'.
We walk down to the boys dorms, snickering the whole way. This was definitely adrenalin pumping. We reached the room and I was fidgeting with my hands. I was about to do something risky. If her brother was the way she had described him, a cold, uncaring, selfish, monster this would be a breeze.
But the thought that this is something that Jace would always dare me to do never wavered from my mind.
Jace, Clary, Simon, Isabelle, Alec, Magnus.
I try to remove them from my mind and focus on the present. I still have to call them. They told me as soon as I got to the dorm, but I completely forgot! I'll call them after I go destroy Cecily's ice cold brother's room.
She puts the key in and twists it in the lock and the door pops open. There I see a neat and clean room ready for me to destroy. I walk in and she closes the door behind us. I take a look in the closet and start whipping out the clothes, ripping some for extra measures. I go the bed, made as good as student could make it and tear the covers off and grab the sheets and the comforter spitting on them for some good fun. Cecily was laughing the whole time, I guess I probably look like a dog looking for attention.
I finish strong, by ripping the curtains down on his side of the room, making Cecily have troubles breathing because she was laughing so hard.
"I..could...get...used..to this," she says laughing. I smile and start laughing.
"We should get going though, before he comes back and literally murders us," I tell her. She nods and we start to leave. We open the door and shut it behind us, locking it.
Just as we are about to walk away, we hear two voices.
"Cecily was supposed to come, why didn't she?" a boy's voice with a slight Welsh accent told another. I guess this is Cecily's brother.
"Crud!" she whisper-shouts to me.