Behind the Shower Curtains (Revised)

Face to Face

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

Clary

The next two classes went by quickly, teachers blabbed about the syllabus, those Shadowhunters paid no attention, and some even riled up the teachers. I saw that Isabelle girl every time I stepped into the hallway. If looks could kill, I would've been killed at least ten times over by now. She was always with this guy, he was tall, at least 6'0, with black hair and brown eyes. I assumed it was her boyfriend, both of them were dangerously gorgeous. The kind of couple that made you sick with envy.

    I walked into the lunch room, it was large with high ceilings and multiple blue picnic tables. There was a buffet-style counter right at the entrance, with a register at the end of the counter. I go to grab one of the black plastic trays to start serving myself food while I looked for Mary Kate. There were so many people in the room, that it started to make sense why the school was so big. In the sea of people, there was a clump gathered around a mega table. They were all in black. Isabelle and her huge gorgeous boyfriend immediately caught my eye. This time, our eyes met, and Isabelle's face contorted. She spat some words at her boyfriend as she looked at me, disgusted. Trying to look away, I look at the person next to her. Another guy, except he was tan, and blonde, the combination caused him to contrast all the other people around him, a glow that was too familiar.

    Suddenly, I was no longer in that High School cafeteria, but back in my bathtub, my heart in my throat as he raised his index finger to his lips and tugged my shower curtain closed to shield me from the fact that Megan had just been murdered. The realization of who he was made my stomach drop, and my blood run cold as if I were injected with liquid nitrogen. I briefly heard the tray in my hand crash on the tile floor. I was mind-numbingly afraid, so much so that I felt completely weightless as I ran out of that room. I have to get the fuck out of here. But deep down I knew I didn't have the strength, or the stomach to get too far.

    I felt like the biggest idiot in the world. If I had told the police officers about him, he wouldn't be here, I wouldn't actively be in danger. All I thought about in that interrogation room was the fact that he had saved me and how the least I could do was not aid in his destruction, but now I run the the risk of being killed by him or his gigantic group of freaks all because I didn't fucking tell the truth. 

    I went into the nearest restroom and burst into the handicapped stall. I fell on my knees and immediately threw up into the toilet. The smell of the contents caused me to continue until I finally had the willpower to look away and push the rest of the contents back down. I refused to look at the toilet, and quickly flushed and sat down next to it. I had to pull myself together and get the fuck out of the school. I didn't even know what I would tell my mother. I couldn't tell her about him, If I did, she would go to the police, my father would never forgive me for keeping information from the police, and after seeing the amount of people involved in this little club, someone would definitely come after us for that.

    Finally, I decided to get up and go home. I left the stall, got some water from the sink to wash out the leftover vomit that was in my mouth, and slowly left the bathroom, trying to make sure he wasn't out in the hall.

    As I turned to walk down the hall, and towards the exit, my arm suddenly got caught, and I was sent flying into the locker next to me. The loud clang of the metal as it hit my body sent my heart racing. I looked up and saw the only person at this school who would have a reason to fling me up against a locker. It was him. His eyes narrowed, piercing into mine, the shock, almost scared look he had on his face when he found me in the tub was gone, and replaced with one of fiery anger.

    "You're not supposed to be here." He hisses. "what the fuck are you doing here?" He said in an irritated tone. I felt the high of adrenaline rush through me, and I slammed my shoulder into his chest in an attempt to shove him.

    "Get the fuck off me" I spat, and he voluntarily took a step back. He suddenly relaxed, his contorted and angry face was wiped away, he reached into his pocket and took out a thin black stick. It was a juul. He huffed out a lazy laugh and put it to his lips. He starts trailing my whole body with his eyes, looking at me intently, deciphering what parts of me were up to standard, and what wasn't. It's the same way I analyze my paintings. He then takes the juul out of his mouth, and the smoke billowed out, the sweet smell of mango swiftly intoxicating our atmosphere.

    "Listen, Princess, let's not make this more complicated than it has to be.  You can tell me, what the fuck you're doing here, or you can tell one of the other shadowhunters before they fill that pretty little head of yours with bullets. So what's it gonna be?" He twirled one of my curls in between his fingers, analyzing it, as though he'd never seen a curl before. I slapped his hand, causing him to drop the curl. His eyes then shifted to mine.

    "Because of you. You fucking murdered my stepmother, and now I have to go to this fucked up school." He took another hit of his vape, seemingly bored of my response.

"Why are you still pretending?" He asked me, I felt a shock of surprise and disbelief course through my body.

    "Pretending?" It was the one thing I didn't think he would do, accuse me of something. He leaned in, getting really close to my face.

    "If you actually blamed me for your stepmother's death, I wouldn't be in front of you right now would I?" He asks piercing his eyes into mine, almost tauntingly with a wide smile.  "You could send me to jail by the flick of your wrist," he continues, and his face and body seem to soften. "But you didn't". He then leans away, back to where he once was. "Anyways, Let's get one thing clear Sweetheart, I didn't murder anyone." He whispered, quickly scanning the hall to make sure no one's around. "Second off, as I said before, you're disgustingly rich, you're telling me there's not some Swiss boarding school your parents could ship you off too? Why the hell would they send their precious little princess to this shit hole." He scoffed, as though the mere idea were ridiculous.

    "That's not exactly their style." I mumble, He takes a deep breath and takes a step closer to me. He towered over me, so his close proximity forced me to look up and meet his eyes.

    "What is it... Clara?" He asked, never taking his eyes away from mine.

    "It's Clary" I snapped.

    "Whatever, Clary," He rolled his eyes, dismissing my correction. " I'd suggest you convince Mommy and Daddy to transfer you somewhere else, you won't fit in here."He said in an intimidating tone, he then leaned his head down and puts his lips right next to my ears, so close I swear they almost brushed against each other. "Unless you wanna turn up like your stepmother." He whispered, his breath tickling my neck.

    "Jace," I looked to my right, startled by the sudden voice. It was Isabelle Lightwood. She stood at the end of the hallway with her arms crossed, shooting us both a nasty look. Jace then leaned back and shot me a movie star-like smile.

    "Nice meeting you Claire," he said, patting my arm, and strolling towards Isabelle. They then both walked away from me. I felt numb again, unable to accept the fact that I was just face to face with the man behind the shower curtain.