Inferno #Wattys2015

Chapter 2

Clary's POV:

               Finally the school day was over, and I packed up all of my things to head home. Getting into my car, putting my bag in the passenger seat with a sigh. Today was definitely an interesting day. Starting up my car, my Fall Out Boy started playing. There new album is amazing (A.N.: it really is amazing it's called American Beauty/American Psycho), but that's beside the point. This guy at the library today was beautiful to say the least, but there was this weird vibe coming from him. Like I knew him or something.

               When I got home, I immediately went up to my room to start on my home work. Mostly stuff that was due the next day or two, and starting some projects. After a good 3 to 4 hours of homework, I was exhausted and in need of a shower. Once I showered and got dressed in some running shorts and a big t-shirt, I head downstairs to discover my parents nowhere to be seen. Of course. So, I make myself some mac and cheese, because that's the only thing I can make without burning the house down. I sat down on my couch, with my mac and cheese, and turned on the televison.

               While eating and catching up on my favorite TV shows. Then, I heard the dreaded sound coming from next to me. My phone vibrated, indicating that I had gotten a text. Right at the good and suspenseful part someone decides to text me. I look at my phone, and realize that it's from a number I don't know. I'm hesitant about opening the message. IT could be some crazy computer stalker, or just some creepy 40 year old guy. But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

Unknown Number: Hey, it's me.

Clary: Who's me? Do I know you?

Unknown Number: Oh, sorry. It's Jace.

Clary: I don't think I know a Jace...

Unknown Number: I'm the guy from the library. You know, tall, handsome, blonde hair. Ring any bells?

               So that's what his name is. Jace. That's a unique name. Maybe it's short for something, or just a nickname...

Clary: Oh ok...how did you get my number?

Jace: That's not important. Meet me in the library tomorrow. Same table you always sit at, same time.

Clary: Ok...

               And that's the last text I got from him that night. How does he know that I sit at that table every day? Does he watch me? Stalk me? I needed to know.

 

 

Jace's POV:

               I can't believe I found her again. After being away for so long, I can't believe we go to the same school. Sadly, she doesn't give me the time of day. Not like she used to. You see, Clary and I used to be the bestest of friends. But, I transferred schools in 5th grade and we never saw each other again. Until September 8th. The first day at my new high school. She's still as beautiful as ever, even more so than she was before. But with everything that's happened over these 7 years, she wouldn't love me, or even like me.

               Now it's February, and still don't have any balls to go and talk to her. I don't really have any friends to talk to so I could get rid of the nerves. So while I was reading in the library today during my study hall, I saw her walk in. Which wasn't surprising or unusual. She came here every day, same time, for the same reason. Homework and studying, reading on occasion. I'm not a stalker or some creep, I am just here everyday at the same time she is.

               That's why today I could hear commotion that was going on in the area where she sat. For a split second I thought she was with some guy, but then I figured she wasn't and isn't the type of girl to do that. I also heard the voice of the person she was talking to, which was another girl. After all that happened with the other girl and the girl left, I had to make sure she was okay. I had to. Plus, this was the perfect opportunity.

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               Holy shit. I actually talked to her. I can't believe it. It was a bit awkward but it still happened. It's a good start. I needed to get her number or something. After asking around and asking who her friends were, I actually got her number. My first text was just "Hey, it's me". Stupid stupid stupid. Once she replied, confused, I had to explain who I was. No, I didn't tell her that we were best friends from a long time ago. Just how she would remember me. Then it hit me for real...

She really doesn't remember me.

At. All.

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Hey guys! Sorry for a slow update, but I've been busy with school and getting next year's classes all sorted out. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! A bit longer than the other one. They'll hopefully get better and longer as the story continues. Please tell me if I had any spelling mistakes or something like that. Thanks!

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-Emma