"She wins," Sophie announces before anyone could try to deny it. "Miss Gray wins."
The silence still hung in the air, no one daring to break it, so I go over by Sophie and take a seat, waiting for instructions from Mr. Lightworm.
"Um, class, Miss. Gray won.." Mr. Lightworm announces. I smile at Sophie and she smiles.
"Thanks," she says to me in a whisper.
"For what?" I ask her, completely confuzzled, Clary and I's word for confused.
"Showing them that they don't rule," she replies. I nod.
"She didn't beat me!" Will yells at the rest of the boy Shadowhunters. "Stop saying that she beat me!"
"Oh, but she did," Jem teases.
"Oh, but she didn't," Will replies.
"Oh, but she did," Gideon teases.
"Oh, but she didn't," Will replies, growing more irritated by the minute.
"Oh, but she did," Gabriel teases.
"No! You guys!" Will yells, defeated. The other Shadowhunters laugh.
Sophie sighs. "I wish that they were as fun and light and teasing with everyone, and not such jerks to all of us, they would actually be cute."
"I know! Will's sister is my roommate, do you want to sit with us at lunch?" I ask her. She nods and smiles, and I smile back.
"Tessa!" I hear Jem's voice call me.
I look up to see all four of them standing there.
"What do you want?" I ask, ready to attack them.
"How did you get good enough to beat Will at knife throwing, and will you teach us?" Gideon asked.
"You, the high and mighty Shadowhunters, want me, the plain new student, to teach you how to throw knives?" I asked, completely freaked out, sensing this to be a trap.
"Yeah, you beat Will, nobody else can, you aren't plain if you can beat Will!" Gabriel exclaims.
"We don't need her, she is nothing!" Will announces, clearly upset that they would even be considering this idea.
"Am I only nothing because you are completely worried that I'll replace you? Someone better than you at knife throwing, someone that loves A Tale of Two Cities more than you? Are you afraid I'll replace you?" I ask. "'Cause don't worry, you're entirely irreplaceable, I couldn't be as cold as you if I tried."
"You'd be surprised at what you can do if you try," he whispers and looks at the ground. Confuzzlement fills my brain as I try to understand what Will said, why he said it, but I don't try to question it.
"So, will you help us?" Jem asks.
"Fine," I say exasperated.
"Yay!" Jem says and walks with the rest of the Shadowhunters to their next class. I'm left to be confuzzled at what they meant. I take a journey to my next class, .
For the first time in class, I recognize no one, not any of them. No Shadowhunters, no Cecily, no Sophie.
Maybe it was because I was in Advanced Math, calculus two, but I wasn't sure.
The whole thing was so boring, math lectures always seem to be that way.
I wonder if it's because I understand math. I felt I knew it all, when the teacher would say the answer to a problem, it's like I get it. I can understand why, even if they don't tell me right away.
It's a gift that I have, along with my musical talents and love for reading and writing.
Cursed with is a different story. Incoordination, which makes gym hard, but perhaps not this gym, for it seems to be Murder 101. The lecture was a boring one, quite often math was just boring lectures.
Next, I have music. I honestly don't know what to expect, I hadn't expected that I'd need to take music, at my other school it ended being required in Middle School.
I walk in and notice there is no chairs, so I take a seat on the floor, waiting.
Eventually a teacher came and introduced himself as Mr. Graymark. I introduced myself to be Tessa Gray before the other students started coming in.
Of course Will and Jem showed up, what did I expect, but none of the other Shadowhunters did, to which I was thankful.
"Alright class, we are going to study Beethoven today and there will be a test on him on Friday, so I suggest you get studying. I will not tell you what to study, I think by now you guys should know what to expect on my tests," he says and everyone scatters.
"Ah, Miss Gray, just study where he was born and how many compositions he wrote, things like that and you shall do fine," he told me.
"Thanks," I tell him, before I began to studying in a corner where the lamp sat.
I was studying and taking notes, feeling good for studying Beethoven and class was over. Lunch time.
I headed back to drop my books and laptop at Cecily and I's dorm. When I was just about to open the door I hear a scream.
"Will! Get out! Get out!" Cecily screamed and I flung the door open. There Will was kissing Jessamine on my bed.
I seriously gagged.
"What are you doing in our dorm?" I shout-ask Will and he stops mid-kiss.
"This is my sister's dorm, you know," he says, as if that excuses his behavior.
"That doesn't mean it's yours too!" I tell him before going and pushing his sorry butt out of my bed.
"Get out!" I shout at him and push him and Jessamine out into the corridor.
Then I slam the door in their faces before he or Jessamine could say another word and make me go on a murder rampage.
Which I've been thinking about quite often with him and his followers. I hope I hit their faces or something to make them have pain, pain for the pain Cecily was feeling, and for the pain I felt for Cecily.
That decided it.
I was to murder him some day. Most likely sooner than later.
I look over to Cecily and she looks completely deflated.
I guess finding out your brother is something of a monster is knock-the-wind-out-of-you hard. I don't think that I would've handled this any better if it were my brother.
I probably would've gone on rampage, perhaps committed murder to the girl he was with. Perhaps murdered him too.
But none of that was important.
What was important was how Cecily was.
"Are you okay?" I ask her, praying that she was.
Her lips tremble before she comes and collapses in my arms, sobbing hysterically. I hold her as she cries and rub her shoulders. Somewhere in between I started crying too. Crying for her pain, crying tears of anger for this William Owen Herondale that was ruining her life.