A/N: So basically, you guys left me reviews telling me to continue this story and well, ta-da! Here it is. Also, thank you to those who reviewed, favourited and followed.
Shoutout to heyitsmalec, ShadowhunterMae and Scythe Rabbits. Much appreciated.
Disclaimer : Cassie Clare owns these characters and your soul.
Once Clary had found her class, which she was 5 minutes late for, she sat at the back of the lecture hall and tried despite her best attempts to not block out her lecturer.
Who needs lectures on art anyway? She thought as she finally admitted defeat and took her sketchbook out of her bag.
Opening up to a blank sheet, she started drawing the outlines of Gold –Jace– first.
For the next 20 minutes of her class, Clary attempted to draw Jace and with every passing minute, she grew more frustrated.
Angular face, sharp cheeckbones, long lashes and beautiful tumbling hair, this should be simple.
She's been drawing since before she could talk. It was like breathing to her.
Her mother was a famous artist. Her paintings frequented art galleries all over New York and were sold at ridiculous prices.
It was in her DNA.
So what was it about this drawing that stumped her?
She wished now, that she had accepted his offer on walking her to her class so she could have studied his face more.
For her drawing purposes, obviously.
"What if you get lost on the way? You might think you're heading the right direction but what if you suddenly end up in the engineering department?
"Why would I end up in the engineering department?"
"No reason," he had said, grinning.
"Alright!" said her lecturer, Professor Davidson, jarring her out of her thoughts. "Lovely meeting you all. Till next time."
Giving an irritated sigh, Clary shoved her sketchbook and pencil back into her backpack, slung it against her shoulder and walked out of the class.
She looked around, not quite sure where to go.
She had a two hour break until her next class –The Art of Sculpting– and she didn't know what to do with her time.
If Simon were here, NO.
But the memories rose to her mind, unbidden.
The bright headlights of the car. Simon's hands shoving her out of the way. The sound of his body impacting with the car. The blood. The driver, yelling into his phone. The flashing lights of the ambulance and the wailing of the sirens.
Clary shook her head, as if the memories would fly out of her head.
She looked around her and realized she had been walking without realizing it and that her feet had carried her to an empty corridor.
Of course, an empty corridor was nothing of any interest to most people but Clary had never been part of the most people crowd.
There was nothing spectacular about this corridor. It didn't lead anywhere as far as she could see. In fact, she had no idea how she ended up there in the first place.
She sat down with her back against a wall and resumed her drawing of Jace.
However after 15 minutes of this, she proceeded to tear the sheet of paper away in an act of frustration.
Crumpling it in her hands, she dumped it into her bag along with her sketchpad and was wondering where she should go when she heard a voice. Someone was coming.
She stood up, not sure where to go but she didn't see anyone heading into the corridor even though she could clearly hear his voice and so decided to remain where she was.
She could hear what he was saying, evidently into his phone since there was only one voice.
"Yes Father, I understand. No it's not like th-"
"Yes Sir."
Sir? Wow, his dad must be some sort army man or something. Like mine was, Clary thought.
The conversation seemed to be over and Clary wondered if the boy had gone.
Whatever the case, she didn't feel like sitting in the empty corridor anymore and so began walking back towards the main halls.
Turning the corner, she saw the boy slumped against the wall and thought crazily if he was dead when he couldn't possibly be since she saw his chest moving and had heard him talk less than a minute ago.
Simon was talking to you at the time but he still died, didn't he?
"Um, hello?"
The boy jumped so suddenly that Clary stumbled back and upon seeing her, he rose to his feet in one swift graceful motion.
How annoying.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.
He was beautiful in the way boys are usually not. Pale skin, high cheekbones and platinum hair that gave his skin some colour, he looked like something out of a painting. His eyes were charcoal black.
"Er, sorry. Didn't mean to startle you," he said.
"It's alright," Clary said. "Even though I was the one that startled you in the first place."
He smiled. "So, what exactly were you doing in an abandoned corridor?"
"Um, I just sort of ended up there and I didn't really know where to go. I'm, uh, new here."
"I can tell. Well if you want, you can come hang out with me and my friends. One of them just started out here as well. She could do with the company actually, considering she's surrounded by boys most of the time," he said looking rather protective. As if any boy that spoke to this "friend" of his was not worthy.
Clary felt a sudden urge to take the boy on his offer despite the fact that he was a total stranger and she had no idea who his friends were but an ache to be accepted somewhere, to feel like she belonged overcame her.
She was tired of being that girl in the neighbourhood where the kids whispered how her bestfriend had died and ohh that poor girl it must be so hard for her because she saw it happen right in front of her eyes, didn't it?
"Only if your friends won't mind," she said.
He grinned at her. "They won't. It will be nice. I'm Jonathan," he said, sticking his hand out.
She took it.
A/N: Before everyone freaks out, please remember that this is an AU. Okay, thanks. Anyway, I hope you like it!
R/R: Guest1(thank you! I hope you like Chapter 2!) Sara(Thanks sweetie! I know there is actually no Clace in this, but I promise good things for Chapter 3) Tamara(Thank you so much!) Guest2(Thanks!Hope you like chapter 2!) Clara(Much appreciated love!)
Reviews = sexy vampire mojo.
Love and oranges,
Nisha.