A World Reversed

Part 2

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments. I don't own anyone. This setting was based on an idea from a short film on youtube, but the plot is original. Cassandra Claire owns the characters.

I looked in the mirror and groaned. My hair was in a messy bun that would be undone by the end of the car ride to school. I wore sweatpants and a boy's t-shirt, and they'd be off by five minutes into the ride to school. I used to directly disobey them by dressing in girly clothes, but I got tired of their ridicule. Now I just wore tight clothes under the baggy ones and took them off. For instance, today I wore tight black leather pants and a red tank top. My jewelry stash was located in in Jonathon's glove box. My boots and leather jacket were in his trunk. He was very lenient when it came to my preferences. He and I thought alike.

Though most couples didn't have the feminine and masculine roles, my dads' relationship did. Valentine was masculine and he raised Jonathon masculine with a firm hand. He played in sports and played video games. When I came along, he did the same. I just wasn't that masculine. I was into art, tight clothes, and long hair. Jo took my side a lot, which was why I able to buy these clothes, but Valentine would have had my hide if he saw me dressing like this.

"You ready for today?" Jonathon asked as I climbed in his car. I shrugged, trying to stay indifferent. If I acted like I was oblivious to today's assembly, I could convince myself it wasn't all about me. "You know which topic they're going to choose, don't you?" I nodded and looked out the window as he pulled out of the driveway. Seeing this topic wasn't up for discussion, he moved on. "Hey, if you could spread the word that we need a new singer, that'd be awesome."

I smirked, "I don't think you want me associated with your band."

Jonathon snorted. "Hell yes we do," he said. "Sure, the popular kids think you're a weird jig, but we don't roll with them either way. We are a rock band, Clary. Rock bands feed on rebels."

"You think I'm a rebel?" I asked. That was a new angle to look at my past. He nodded with a wistful grin. "How?"

"You are brave enough to withstand the social pressure. If you ended up being hetero, you could really reel in people for our band," he said as if it didn't mean a thing in the world. That was why I loved Jonathon. He honestly didn't care about what I did. He hated how much the rumors got to me, but he didn't think much of my actions. I smiled slightly. "Of course, it's all in the west coast. The east coast really doesn't budge on this stuff. There are still racists here, you know. South, yes, but on the east coast."

"It makes sense. When California became the first state to allow hetero and homosexuals to intermix in schools ten years ago, almost all the jigs moved there, leaving the rest on their own," I agreed. We pulled into the parking lot to see an uproar going on. Everyone was crowded around one car. I looked at Jonathon, sending him a silent message. We ran out of the car into the crowd at the same time, both curious. As suspected, it was Jace's car siting in the middle of the crowd. They climbed out of the car slowly, taking in the whole experience. I watched through people's arms due to my height, only getting glimpses.

People were yelling and calling them jigs and stick lovers. Jace had it the worst. One guy threw a plump girl towards him, yelling, "Kiss this shit!" I felt bad for the girl, but even worse for Jace. Isabelle's eye bulged wide at the sight, and she started laughing. Alec looked unnerved at everything. He pushed through the crowd, and people let him through because they knew the gossip. Jace was straight. They wanted to get to him first. I was pretty sure they wanted to make him leave the school. At least, that's what Simon said he heard from Eric, who heard it from his latest boy toy.

Jace looked at the girl, who ran back to the crowd gagging. He looked into the crowd again, and a devilish smirk grew on his lips. He took two steps towards a certain girl I knew well. It was Aline. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his chest. His lips barely made contact with hers before a bunch of girls yanked her out of his grasp. I gaped. That was the first time I had ever seen a girl and guy kiss.