Idris Institute

Chapter 13

She just shook her head about that. Then the I was done I throw my trash out and headed to my room to get a few things I need for my last four classes. I really didn't want to be near Jace right now. I wasn't alone. Izzy joined me. I know when we get to our room the questions will start.

"So, tell me everything. What happened?" Izzy asked me right when she shut the door be hide her.

"Well, remember that I told you Jace and I were going to train in our free block. Third block came and I went to the spare training room." I then told her everything that happened. "When Sebastian and I were leaving we turn the corner to see Jace making out with some girl in the hallway."

"Are you kidding me? He blows you off for a wannabe." She asked me.

"Yeah." I said.

"I'm sorry girl. He is an ass." She told me.

*Jace's POV*

When Clary and Izzy left we, all looked over at each other. Clary's guy friends just look at us I finished my food and throw it all out. I then left. But Alec joined me. We went to our room. They like to keep parabatais together if they are the same gender in same room.

"What was up with Clary at lunch? She just ignored me at lunch. "I asked Alec. I know Alec and Clary are not friends. They just get along because of Izzy and me. But he likes to hang out in the shadows. So, he might have heard some things.

"Well, what I got at lunch was she was talking about being ditched. Won't you post to train earlier today?" Alec asked me.

"I forgot. Yes, I was. I need to talk to her. "I sound leaving my room.

I quickly went to her room. But When I got there no one was here. Izzy and Clary must have headed to their next class. I then headed to the halls to see if I can find her. She must be really passed at me. That made totals sense now about lunch.

*Clary's POV*

I was trying my best to avoid Jace. But is going to be hard when we have the next class together. Hopeful I can get a seat away from him. I hope. I got in to class. I was one of the first here. There are seats with stuff and bags in them. But people I really don't care. The sent I was sit in was always open. It was right in front.

I pulled my sketchpad out and started to draw. I don't know what it is. But when you give me a pen or pencil and paper ask me to draw. I am always the happiest person in the world. Drawing, sketching, or anything to do with art it calms me and clears my head.

I was pulled out of my own head by the bell. Everyone was coming in. Some were going to the saved seats with things in them. Others were just head to any open seats they could find. Then I saw the one person I didn't want to see or talk to. And of course, he comes and sit next to me. Just my luck.