Shadow Hunter High, editing

Sunday

   Chapter 6 — Sunday

   Huddled, laughing, and gleeful, eight teenage kids sit around a booth at Takis — Emma and her charming friend, Julian, had decided to tag along with the gang — and the hatred that they all shared for Kaelie Whitewillow seemed to have become the topic of conversation; it was an easily flowing one, since there was apparently a lot of reasoning for it.

   "I can't believe her," Emma says, with a roll of her eyes.

   Julian shakes his head in dismay, his thick eyebrows furrowed. "I don't understand why she's worshipped at that school."

   "Because it's high-school," Izzy chimes in. "I haven't been there long, but I've been there long enough to know that the world of education doesn't even run on education itself, but of social hierarchy."

   Emma raises one eyebrow. "What'd you mean you haven't been there long? Aren't you guys all seniors?"

   Simon sends his girlfriend a sideways glance as she almost splutters her strawberry milkshake onto his lap.

   "Izzy was homeschooled," Jace saves the day.

   "Oh, why?" Emma asks.

   "Um...," now Clary speaks.

   "A rebellious one, our darling Isabelle," Magnus smiles, his voice as chorusing as always, as he saves them all from Clary's near mishap, as she tucks her face into the crook of Jace's neck. "She simply refused to go to class. Her parents sent her to class, and she got on the bus right back home. Says that it's a waste of time. A savage is what she is."

   Alec grins to Emma for the full effect of false honesty. "I, however, am the smarter, more responsible Lightwood child."

   Izzy shoots her brother a glare, but goes with it nonetheless. "What can I say? I'm a daredevil at her finest."

   Emma and Julian look to one another, and shrug their shoulders, before Julian speaks again. "Why is Kaelie even picking on you, though? You've been at the school for a week."

   Clary shrugs, her head rested upon Jace's shoulder, his arm secured around her waist. "If I've done something wrong, I'm yet to know about it."

   "You haven't done anything wrong, Clary," Alec states. "She's just a bully, and a self-absorbed child with rich parents but no future."

   Izzy holds her milkshake to the air, raising a cheers to the comment. "She wrecks everything the feminist movement has spent the last decade fighting for. She basically said that Clary's nothing if she isn't beautiful; to which Kaelie has a completely misunderstood interpretation of, by the way. Without those fake lashes, tan, nails and hair extensions, I bet we wouldn't recognise her."
   Emma is now the one to raise her milkshake to the air.

   "But you do. Have the looks, I mean," Jace reassures his girlfriend, gaining himself a sweet smile. "Even if you didn't, I'd still love you."

   "Oh, you sap. Shut up before I puke all over you," Simon says.

   "As much as I appreciate all the radiating hatred on my behalf," Clary chuckles, "lets talk about something that truly matters. All of this is silly."

   "What's silly is the idea of Kaelie getting away with this," Alec looks to the red haired girl. "She won't. Not if I have anything to say with it."

   "Again with the radiating hatred!," Clary laughs again. Jace pulls her closer at the sound of it. He liked her happy.

   "I'm sorry, but she's gotta know that making you cry isn't fair or acceptable."

   The others nod in agreement.

   "I'm sure I'll manage," Clary responds. "Besides, Karma will kick her up the ass one day."

   "In this situation, can I call myself Karma?," Alec raises an eyebrow, a smirk curving his lips.

   A rumble of laughter sounds around the table.

   Clary realises, as her gaze travels over each friend, old and new, and the love of her life, that she's rather lucky in this department of life. That she's blessed, must be by the Angel himself, to have not only a chance at high-school once again, after a few things, such as saving the world from demonic armies and villainous, murderous fathers, but to also have these people to protect her from the rather unpleasant aspects of life.
   As a new conversation basks (something about Simon's plan for a new band), Clary looks up to the boy with a head of hair and pair of irises as golden as his heart, and her lips instantly curve into a joyous smile. Jace leans down to peck her temple, and she sinks into his side, basking in the blessing of it all.

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Short, but sweet, I hope.
Every chapter is more or less changing completely, and a new plot may form (oops) but as said (multiple times) this story is utterly awful since this was written years back. I've also changed the P.O.V to nobody's, since I feel like it liberates my creativity.
I promise I don't suck as much anymore :) (to prove it, check out my novel that I'm currently writing, in my works, named Lighthouse!)

Love you guys! As always, thanks for the continuous support.