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Chapter Five:
Jonathan woke up on the morning of his seventh day of being orphaned and parent-less from the sound of his roommate Sebastian's giggly one night stands shrieking in horror.
He groaned and rolled over in the surprisingly comfortable bed, and slammed his head down on the sheets.
Alike to his younger sister, he hated mornings with a passion. He didn't understand how anybody could be what was supposedly called a 'morning person', but then again, he had never been, so he couldn't exactly judge anybody.
The sound of somebody crashing into a wall filled the room, and Jon sat up in irritation. "For the love of-" he stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence.
Curled into a ball, a petite girl who couldn't have been more than thirteen was hyperventilating, and Sebastian was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently. She looked up at him very suddenly, eyes bright and wide.
Long blonde hair fell past her shoulders, and hung there limply. Her face was chalky pale and terrified.
"What's your name?" He tried again, reaching to place a hand on her shoulder, but she flinched away.
"I'm Jonathan" he continued, hoping to get a response from her.
This time she bit her lip and buried her face in her hands, eyes filling with tears.
"Maureen" she mumbled, almost too quiet to hear.
"What happened?" he questioned, trying to sound gentle as possible.
She opened her mouth to speak.
[Eight hours earlier]
Clary sat at Isabelle's dresser, flinching away from the terrifyingly tight black dress that she was holding, a look of pure horror in her eyes.
"Yeah no way in hell am I wearing that thing" she said, hand blocking her face in disgust.
"Don't bother fighting it, Clary" Cecily drawled, draped over Izzy's bed. "The force is too powerful for you to resist".
Tessa snorted at that, but her smile left her face at the sight of Isabelle's challenging glance.
Clary pushed the dress away. "No. If Jonathan was here, he'd have a heart attack. Please, anything but that" she pleaded.
Isabelle groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. "Urgh! Fine; but don't expect anything to be as sexy as that" she whined, stalking back to the closet.
"Why are all of you in my room?" Jessamine's sharp voice rung out from the doorway.
"It's not just your room, Jessie. It's Iz's too, and as we're her friends, we are allowed to be here" Tessa snapped.
"Says who?" Jessie asked coldly, sitting down delicately on her bed.
"Me" Isabelle said, flinging a green dress into Clary's lap. Clary went to change behind the japanese screen, of which she had no idea why Isabelle and Jessamine had in their room, trying block out the bickering of her friends and Jessie.
"Uh, can someone zip me up?" Clary called out awkwardly, cheeks colouring.
Isabelle patiently went and zipped the back of Clary's dress. She stepped out behind the screen, sitting back down on the bed.
Jessamine had left in a huff, so it was only the four original girls. "Oh, you look really pretty Clare. And before you say anything Izzy, I can get dressed myself thanks" Cecily drawled, patting Clary's shoulder gently.
"Thanks Cecy. What time does the party start again?" Clary questioned, playing with one of the edges of Izzy's blanket.
"Like, two hours" Isabelle said, twirling a lock of hair as she searched every nook and cranny of her gigantic closet for something to wear.
Clary sat up suddenly. "So then, why are we getting ready now?" she asked dubiously.
Tessa rolled her eyes. "With Isabelle, no amount of time is long enough when you're getting ready for something" she remarked, and continued reading the book that she had snuck in with Isabelle's noticing.
"Whatever. Okay, Clary is ready, Tessa is too, so that just leaves-" Izzy's scanning of the room was cut off by Cecily's yelp.
"Hell no, I am NOT going to let you dress me. I can do it myself, thank you very much" she snapped.
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "I was going to say myself, idiot. Calm down" she retorted, before taking the black dress that Clary had refused and slinking behind the screen.
Music swelled around the Penhallow House and down the street, as well as the sounds of drunken teenagers' yelling and the odd scream or two.
Isabelle grasped Clary's arm and pulled her into the house; the other girls were already inside.
"Come on Clare. It's just a stupid party" She said, flicking her hair. Clary let a faint shiver pass through her, before squaring her shoulders and following the black haired girl into the party.
People were everywhere, dancing, making out, drinking. A swell of claustrophobia tugged at Clary's chest, but she continued moving forward.
A cluster of boys, girlfriends on their arms, were in the corner playing beer pong, and Sebastian Verlac, Jonathan's roommate, was talking to a small girl with blonde hair, who was about thirteen or so.
"Clary! Iz!" Aline shouted, peering through the crowd of people separating them, and sauntered toward them, Jace following.
She was obviously quite intoxicated, but was bright and cheerful none the less. "Welcome to my house" she slurred, stumbling into Jace.
He caught her, and gently propped her to her feet. Clary avoided eye contact with him, and focussed on the drunken girl instead.
"You right there?" she asked amusedly. Aline waved it off, smiling hugely.
"Yeah. Epic party. You two look nice. Oh, Helen!" she shouted, stumbling over to a blonde girl in the corner.
Jace sighed. "Who knew having a girlfriend would be so much work. Aline!" He shouted, irritated yet fond at the same time.
Clary watched him chased after his girlfriend, and tried to ignore the pain that was spreading through her heart at the sight.
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