In the Hour of Silence

Chapter 4

Clary POV

I get woken up at the unholy hour of 4:45, not by bad dreams, just my phone buzzing. Seriously, who would be texting me at this time of night? Or morning? What would this technically be?

Getting off track.

I unlock my phone and look at the text.

Unknown: Hey Clary! It's Isabelle Lightwood. Jace gave me your number.

Rolling my eyes at the absurdness of her texting me now, I reply Hey Iz. Then, I quickly add Quick question. Why are you texting me before 5:00. I hit send and quickly update a contact for her. By the time I'm done, her reply has come.

Isabelle: Is it my fault if I'm nocturnal or something along those lines.

I scoff and roll my eyes. I'm preparing a sarcastic comeback when she sends another text.

Isabelle: Anyways, can you come over?

You do realize it's 4:53 in the morning.

Isabelle: Yes, I can see that. But come on. What else do you have to do that's better than this?

Oh, I don't know. Sleep?

Isabelle: No offense, but get that pale ass of yours over here.

I don't even know where you live.

Isabelle: 928 Institute Dr. Google the directions if you have to.

I roll my eyes and type Fine before I creep to my room and change into a navy cami, olive green v neck, and leggings. I pull on a gray zip up jacket and some Nike tennis shoes and grab my school bag before I go out to the kitchen and write a quick note.

Went over to Isabelle Lightwood's house. Don't worry, I left the car and took a cab over there. See you guys at school.-Clary

With that, I exit the house and text an Über.

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I walk up to the Lightwood's door and knock firmly on it. When it opens, it isn't Isabelle, but Jace who opens the door. He smirks when he sees me. "Well look who just can't stay away from me," he says both smugly and cheekily.

I roll my eyes and pull out my phone. Don't flatter yourself Blondie. Isabelle invited me over.

"She's upstairs," he says as he moves out of the way.

I brush past him and head up the stairs. I walk kind of lost down the long hallway, not knowing where to go. All of a sudden, a door opens and I'm pulled in. I let out a shriek as I'm pulled through and face a laughing Isabelle.

"That's the most I've ever heard from you, Clary," she laughs. I throw her a 'Seriously?' look. She just laughs and pulls me to her bed. "Glad you could find the place," she says as we sit on her bed together.

I pull out my phone and type How can I miss it? Your house is like a mansion. and send it to her via text message.

"Yeah. Mom's a lawyer, Dad's a DA. You could say we're privileged," Isabelle says. Most people would say that smugly or happily, but Isabelle sounds a little sad saying it. I shoot her a confused look and she elaborates. "They're barely ever home. Mom works with a firm that has a lot of oversea clients and Dad basically lives at the office.  It's amazing they had enough time to have one kid, let alone three."