Break

Break: 06

"Clary!" Someone calls my name, I turn to see Justin, coming towards me with a set of keys. I take them. "What the-" "My car keys." I look at him.
"How are you gonna get home then?" He nods toward the public bus stop. "That. Five o clock bus. You go home, get ready." So he did hear.
I have to tell Jake. If Justin can't keep his mouth closed, then Blake will go after him. Him and Jake. But if he's staying till five,
I can't confront him about what he saw, I'll have to do it when I get home. But it will be late tonight. "Take my car, drive to your house, get things, get ready. Please."
"Um, okay. But I-" Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. My phone vibrating makes me jump. "Clary, I have stuff to do tonight. Just go to your house."

Do as he says.

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I look at Justin and glance behind him. Sure enough, Jake is standing there, his back turned. "Um, okay. I'll see you tonight-" "Okay. Tonight then." Justin says, walking back into the building. My questions will just have to wait, I guess.

I glance at Jacob and Blake as they get on the bus, Caroline chatting there heads off. I smile to myself as they mount the bus to who knows where. "Clary, are you going to Colby's-" "Yeah. Everyone knows now stop asking." Chris raises an eyebrow. "Don't get bitchy now." I look at him from the side. "I'm not." He shrugs. "Whatever. Need a ride?" "No, I'm driving with Jake."

"From our Chemistry class? Then, I guess don't drive like you do with me." He smirks and walks towards the football team. I bite my lip and shoulder my bag. I turn and walk to Justin's Toyota and get in. The ride home I jammed out to the radio. Singing along to the music, and dancing.
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I turn the engine off and walk up the apartment steps. Leaving my bag in the car, I book it to the door, shoving the keys in, and running to my room. It looks foreign, to be honest. Living with Justin made me forget what my old bedroom looks like. I search through my closet, deciding on a dark blue dress like Hazel wore in The Fault In Our Stars.

I run to the bathroom next, putting on some light, but natural makeup with winged eyeliner. Buzz buzz buzz. I pull out my phone and read the message. Jake. It says. I click open and read:
Don't turn around.

I gasp as I look up in the mirror and see Jake right behind me. "Don't ever scare me like that." I growl. "Oops." I turn and see him. He's in a black tuxedo with a white tie, his blue eyes shining brightly. "You look lovely, Clary." I feel my heart beat falter and-"She does, doesn't she?" A too-familiar voice says. I turn around to see Blake eyeing me. "Same to you, Blake." I choke out. Jake moves as I walk past him and past Blake to head to the kitchen. Even the kitchen looks old.

I grab my black side purse from the table and walk back to the door. "Guys lets-" Beep, beep. I look out the window to see Jake honking the horn at me. I sigh and walk out, locking the door behind me. As my heels click on the pavement, I walk towards the car. Jakes eyes following me the whole way. I slide into the backseat and mumble for Jake to drive.

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The funeral went really good to my surprise. Colby's parents apologized for what Colby done. I told them it was fine and that they had nothing to worry about. Jake and Blake had a good time I think. They stood inside by Chris and Tyler, who seemed displeased that they both came with me.

Caroline and I both went to look at Colby together, and even more to my surprise, he looked fine. Which is weird compared to the blood splatter on that grave. Speaking of graves, I need to see my dad. I'll do it the day after Fall Festival. As Jake pulls into Justin's driveway, I get out.

Blake hands me the keys Jake threw him and I grab them. "Thanks, Clarissa." I say your welcome and walk inside. One light is on. Justin must be home. I look over to Jake and he's already started walking. "See ya tomorrow!" Blake yells over his shoulder, running to keep up with his brother.

I smile after him and walk inside. "Justin?" I say, walking through the house. "Mr. Peters? Hello?" Still no answer. I move to his bedroom, and see the door is slightly cracked. "Mr. Peters?" I say as I walk in, opening the door and flipping on the light. What I see surprises me. A messy room. I figured Justin would at least keep his room clean.