Is This Reality? (An Emo Love Story)

Making Friends

Okey, I have a quick announcement.
I know I have been slacking off, and I'm sorry. I'm starting to lose hope for this book. I need more motivation! So if you could just leave a comment (a positive one ;-;) I could actually feel like this is a book I need to write.
I've never been good with finishing books, but with motivation it can happen. So please, all I'm asking is for you to click that little button over there that says 'VOTE'. Please. Only if you like my story though. You don't have to but please I beg of you. I will get down on my knees! :| that sounds quite weird...
ANYWAYS sorry for any mistakes in the chappie I'm just too damn tired xD
Away from my sob story, let's get om with da chapter ^-^

[Picture of Mikey ;)]

*Clary's POV*

My heart hammered in my chest. My palms started to sweat, and I swallowed hard. This was not was I was expecting.

At all.

Hyde blinked, and then slowly took the mic. "Clary, please listen to me. I realize that I should have stuck up for you. I realize that I should have been there. The truth is, she was black mailing me! If I didn't date her, or listen to her she was going to..." He paused, and remembered that there was a crowd in front of him. "Done something bad," he continued. "Look, I... I know it had only been a day that I'd known you, but it felt like I'd known you forever. As cliche as that is, it's true. I've been looking everywhere for you. And I've finally found you. Please. Give me a second chance?"

I looked around me. A group of guys started chanting, "Do it! Do it! Do it!" They clearly wanted me to forgive him. I swallowed hard again, and slowly walked up to the stage. Two security guards walked by my side, leaving their position at the front of the stage. I was hoping Damon would come to my rescue, but as I looked back over the crowd, I saw no sign of him.

I walked up the steps even more cautiously, as if I was expecting something to jump out at me any moment. I looked over the band. The screamer had red and black hair, and snake bites. The bass guy had black hair and pale skin. The drummer had black hair and what looked like a sleeve tattoo on his left arm. The lead guitar had black hair, and pretty emerald green eyes. And the electric guitar had brown hair, angel bites, a septum piercing, and pale-ish skin.

My attention turned to Hyde, who apparently dyed his hair black. His eyes are still as bright blue as ever, and his skin is more pale. He looked like am angel.

What? No! Don't think that, Clary, you hate him!

Mentally slapping myself, I walked over to Hyde. The crowd erupted into cheers as Hyde looked me in the eye. I could see happiness swimming through them. But I could also see a hint of relief, and something else I couldn't quite read.

I made sure to keep my expression blank, even though millions of thoughts and questions danced through my head, and kept them at bay. Hyde's lips twitched into a small smile, and he then held his arms open for a hug. I just stood there for a minute, pondering whether or not I should do this.

I thought it over for a minute. He could betray me again, and let me squirm like a fish out of water, or he'll keep his word. I sighed and leaned into his warm embrace. His arms fit perfectly around my body, and mine around his. His hugs are warmer than Damon's, and I wonder-- no! I shouldn't compare Damon to someone else! What kind of a girlfriend am I?

Well, we're not officially dating, but I mean, we're still a thing, right? I mean, the kisses and hugs, we slept in the same bed, and the endless flirting is meaningful.