Chapter 5: Mood Alterations

Soon enough, Jace got tired and so irritated watching them together. He couldn't understand why he was so pissed off by the scene he was seeing, when as a matter of fact, Clary's not even his girlfriend.

"This is so gay," he told himself, as he sort of punched or whatever the nearest table to his right hand and left.

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As Jace was about to leave the said Kingdom of Knowledge and stuff he doesn't really care about, that's the time Clary noticed him. Seeing his pissed off and aggravated face actually made Clary's heart break. It's not because he is pissed off or something. It was because he left. Clary, having no idea about the reason why he was leaving the place, assumed that he left because of her presence. That he left because he didn't want to see her, or be with her, or even be at the same place as her. Obviously, she was being a bit paranoid and whatever. So, yeah, that's it.

Simon couldn't help but notice the sudden change in Clary's facial expression and stuff like those. He just couldn't help but feel concerned about whatever has suddenly changed the mood of the atmosphere surrounding Clary.

"Clary…" He started.

Clary, having noticed that Simon had noticed her immediate change of expression, quickly came back to her senses and flashed a smile of assurance that nothing was wrong, and that it was just a little weird moment thing. Simon, on the other hand, instead of trying to dig out the reason behind the weird thing, just smiled back at her, trusting the fact that everything is alright, just as she said so. Not because she said so, but because he believes that it's what she wants him to believe.

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Jace was at the old chapel at the back of their building.

"FUCK. Fuck everyone. Fuck this school. Fuck life. Fuck everything. Fuck the world." He was, obviously, in a freaking bad mood. "How can I get so angry over a girl! This is just fucking devastating! She's not even my girlfriend!" He yelled, his voice echoing inside the baroque architecture of the building.

By the way, the said chapel was actually torn down the same year as when Jace transferred there. It was replaced by a new one at the other side of the campus; so ever since he transferred, whenever he felt sad, angry , annoyed or whatever, that's where he would stay; and somehow, all his bad vibes seem to go away, all on their own. Sometimes, he also stays there when he thinks of composing songs… And magically, ideas just come flowing into his mind, just like a river, into the sea. To put it simply, it was like his vicinity of the perfect state of body, mind, heart and soul. Okay, that was a little deep. But you get what I mean though, right?

"It's obvious that that guy likes her…" He said, lying on one of the pews, and sighed. "I wonder if she likes him as well." Then he, abruptly sat up straight, eyes wide open, as if he has seen a ghost. "Why do I care, anyway? She has nothing to do with me." Then his expression changed again, into a deep frown this time. "That's right, she has nothing to do with me…" He paused for a moment, and asked himself, "Yet why am I so troubled?"

Over and over again, he questioned himself… "Why?" He was looking for an answer… Forever looking for an answer, searching every spot in his head… And as he was, he slowly drifted into sleep.

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Though she wasn't sure why, Clary really felt said about Jace leaving the library without even saying "Hi" or "Hello" or whatever. Well, there are many things she's not sure about… She wasn't sure why Jace left, why he didn't say hi, why she felt bad about it, and why she was greatly affected by it. Well, basically, she never cared whether people didn't greet her… She wasn't even greatly bothered by getting ignored by most of the students. But somehow, Jace was different… She just doesn't know how and why. But he is. And in some way, she just can't explain it. They're not close. They barely even talked. Yet why was she like that? Why is that? More or less, Clary was really confused about the world.

"Hey, Simon… I gotta go. Catch 'ya later, okay?" She said, grabbed her things, stood up and waved at him.

In some way, Simon knew what this was all about. Well, it was just a guess, but his guess was right. It really was about Jace. Okay. Simon knew that he had this infatuation at first sight with Clary. But he never realized that a small thing like this would affect him. I mean, he knows that Jace has a girlfriend. And that Clary was clearly not dating him. But…

"Why? Why do I feel weird? Why do I feel awkward? Why do I feel like I'm missing something?" He kept asking himself, somehow, expecting his mind to, even skeptically, answer his questions. He just needed an answer at the moment, I guess. But whatever the answer he was looking for was, he was guaranteed that it was something he couldn't really accept easily. It seemed like a heavy truth that he could nearly not handle.

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As the wind caressed her skin and stroked her hair, Clary watched the butterflies, as they leaped from flower to flower. She liked how the butterflies were free to go wherever they wanted to, and pick whatever they wanted.

"I wish I was as free and beautiful as a butterfly…" She said, looking up at the sky, watching the clouds go to the direction of the sun. "I wish I was as adorable and free-moving, like the clouds." She added and smiled, following the motion of the clouds with her eyes.

Then she grabbed her sketchpad and started making a sketch of the old chapel, not that far away from where she was. It like, stood out or something in her eyes. Well, I think that was because it was something she was interested in. Why? That chapel's appearance was adorable, despite the fact that it's old and unused. Its baroque structure was like the most beautiful thing she had ever laid her eyes on.

After about an hour or so, she, finally, finished her work of art and it was wonderful. It was like a photograph taken in the same era as when that old chapel was built. It was most probably a perfect sketch. It seemed as if every dimension of her drawing was proportional to the actual building.

"Perfect." She said, smiling at the image in her hands. She felt as if all her burdens were taken away. Well, all her burdens really are taken away whenever she sketches something. It was like her cure from emotional distress or something. You get my point, don't you?

Her interest in that old chapel seemed to have grown and that's why she felt like checking it out. And so, she decided to go to where that chapel was.

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"Amazing." Clary was astonished by how magnificent the chapel was at closer view. She never imagined that something this old and beautiful ever existed. She wanted to go inside, so she looked for a door. But when she found one, it said "OFF LIMITS" and that made her heart shatter. But not brooding over it too much, she just inhaled deeply and went to the other side of the said chapel. And that's what amazed her more. Behind that chapel was a beautiful garden. It was full of roses. She loved the colors, the smell… everything. It was lovely. She was mesmerized by everything. She couldn't help but get taken aback by the plants that were right before her eyes. She had been dreaming about being in a garden full of roses ever since she was a little child. And this was definitely like it. It was like a dream come true to her, since it's almost impossible to find that big of a garden in the middle of New York. She explored the whole place and she can't help but just be filled with awe. She was speechless… captivated… She couldn't believe how much heaven it was to be in that place. And as she was travelling around the place, she saw a small door. BINGO.

"Yes, I can finally enter the chapel…" She told herself, unable to stop the smile from flashing on her face. Oh wait, I don't think it was still a smile. I say it's a big, wide grin.

As she entered the place, she noticed that the wood inside wasn't strong enough anymore, and so, she kept herself from moving too much since the floor creaked a lot. And just as she had her view on the altar, she stepped on a gap between two pieces of wood and—

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"Aaaahhhh!"

Jace was awoken by the sound of someone's scream. He abruptly stood up and headed to where the voice was from. At first, he was scared, well like duh? That was an old chapel, in the first place. Moreover, it's dilapidated or something. Who wouldn't get freaked out? Oh well, he still decided to look for that someone who screamed.

He went up to the altar and saw Clary at the very bottom of the thing that's under the floor. Oh, yeah, it's called basement. And after looking at her for like five seconds, he burst out of laughter, realizing what happened to her.

"What the heck, Jace. Really. Very funny." She said, trying to push herself upwards. And that made Jace laugh even harder... and louder. Woops, there goes the mr. cool and popular guy image… just got thrown in the corner.

"Yep. Really funny." He replied, still laughing as hard as possible.

"Hey. That's not nice, Mr. Wayland. Help me up."

"Okay, okay. Just a second." He gave out his hand, just like he did when they first met. The only difference is that they didn't bump into each other this time. And Jace was laughing. Also, it's not the least bit romantic. "Help yourself up, will ya?" He said, trying to get Clary out of that hole as soon as possible. Well, it's not because he wanted her or himself out of that place. If he was asked, it'd be okay for him if Clary stayed there a bit longer. And he would've laughed longer, as well. But it was there were people outside the building. Clary could hear it, too.

"Ssh. Keep it down, Jace. We might get found out." She warned.

"Yeah yeah whatever." He replied. And just as Clary was about to get saved, or something, his hand slipped, and oops, they both fell inside that hole, Jace on top of Clary, their faces a few inches away, eyes locked. They both could feel each other's breath. And that was the perfect moment for fluff.

Slowly, Jace moved, Clary did, too, until they were sitting in front of each other. And they like looked into each other's eyes for a few moments and just started laughing, like they were completely out of their minds. I mean, come on. They were stuck… inside the basement of a decaying old chapel at the far side of their school, which was most probably one of the biggest ones in the city. Try laughing.

"Hey. Who's there? What are you doing?" A man said, probably some construction worker.

"Old man, help us out. We fell in this hole, can't you tell?" Jace replied, cocky as ever.

The construction guy got some rope and just threw it to the two, and helped them up. Jace and Clary were covered with cobwebs and stuff, and just as they were removing the dust caught in their clothes, a spider crawled up Jace's sleeve and he just went berserk. This made Clary laugh, as well as the old man with them.

"Jace. It was just a spider." Clary teased. "Why are you going girly over some spider? This would make a good headline! 'JACE WAYLAND: Afraid of Spiders' Perfect." She continued, followed by a mocking laugh.

"Oh, if it isn't Miss I'm-not-afraid-of-spiders…" He said as a riposte.

"That's enough. You two are in big trouble. You do know that this place is off limits, right?" The old man said, diminishing all the fun.

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