Chapter 1

Asshole of an angel

.*.Clary.*.

Clary streamed out the door screaming at her brother, Jonathan, for not waking her up earlier. She had to grab the first outfit she saw, grabbed a jacket, and barely had enough time to brush her wild red hair. She started jogging to her cousin's house, brush in hand, to make sure he was getting ready and not sleeping until lunch and missing the first day of school. He had done it before. When she got there she shoved Simon out of his bed and continued brushing her hair in the other room. When Simon walked in, he started laughing; probably remembering the time when they were four and cut off most of Clary's hair because she got tired of her mother, Jocelyn, pulling it when she brushed it. Her dad had gotten really mad at her. Clary shuddered, and thought of the day Jon moved back in with her and her mom, along with her new step-father, Luke.

*Flashback*

Clary was twelve. Her and her family had just gotten the news. Clary's bastard of a biological dad had been sent to prison for life. Clary felt like she was a horrible person for feeling so relieved, but she couldn't help it.

They had just moved from New York City to Idris, Texas. It was the suburb of a large town, and Clary was going to miss the city noises, but would be happy to escape the awful memories crowding her. Her mom's family was from Idris, and Simon's mom had just gone insane. He now lived with his older sister, Rebecca. They weren't really cousins, but before their mom went crazy and tried to kill Simon for being a vampire, they had been best friends. Simon used to have a crush on her, and they had dated once, but it just hadn't worked. They went back to being cousins, and he started dating Maia. Well, until Jordan. They were an off and on relationship, but they finally just got together for good, to everyone's relief.

Idris was really hot, so she was wearing shorts and a tank top when the doorbell rang. She went to answer it, thinking it was Simon or maybe her mom ordered a pizza and forgot to tell her before leaving to go to the store. She screamed out, "COMING" and ran to the door, holding a twenty in case it actually was pizza. When she saw it was Jon, she almost started crying, and gave him a big hug. He wasn't really an affectionate person, but he began awkwardly patting her back. Her beloved brother, who she hadn't seen in years, was home.

*Flashback over*

Simon finally got ready, and they sprinted to the bus stop, as they couldn't drive yet. Clary took a deep breath. They were the freshmen; the newbies. At least it was everybody's first year, and not just her own, even though it was a small town and most people knew each other since birth. She looked down at her schedule. There were nine periods everyday. And guess what Clary had first. Math. A room of half-asleep teenagers in a room full of math is the worst thing ever. She wasn't necessarily bad at it, but she was in all AP classes, and some people that were in her classes shouldn't be in AP, if you see what she meant. She looked at her schedule again, wondering where the hell C215 was, and fell over. She had tripped over something. No- someone. They caught her, and Clary brushed herself off. The someone who caught her was least a foot taller than her. Not that that was crazy, at her being 5'2", but it was something nonetheless. He was golden. Golden hair that curled beautifully at his neck, enchanting golden eyes that trapped hers. And his mouth- twisted in an egoistical, cocky smirk. Damn. He was going to be an arrogant little shit. she mentally sighed. A waste of beauty, if you asked her. He would have been lovely to draw; he looked like an angel sent down to Earth. But alas, he had to be an asshole of an angel. He was probably going to call her something like Ariel or Wendy, say something sarcastic and/or insulting, and strut off to find a slut. She prepared for it, and-

"Hey, Elmo." so it begins. "Watch where you're going. Or is it hard, being so short?" two out of three right.

"Well actually, it is extremely hard being this short, as you get picked on by blonde, arrogant, asshats who have nothing better to make an overused joke about my hair color and height. Now, if you excuse me, I need to find C215 to undergo the cruel and unusual punishment known as math." Clary then went up the stairs to find the torture house otherwise known as a math classroom, leaving a beautiful, cocky, tall, blonde guy confused behind her. She thought she heard him say, "asshat?" Clary smiled, they never expected a midget like her to talk back, and it bit them in the ass. Guys were all the same. She stopped smiling. She was just relieved her jacket didn't slide down when he grabbed her wrist to pull her up.

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A/N: It's my first fanfiction, so what do you think? Seriously. I will update when at least one person reviews and tells me too. so if you want to meet Izzy, and a certain glittery someone, just review. I'm not going to write if nobody reads it.

Should I do a chapter song? I'm more into alternative than modern though. Just FYI.

Until next time, this penguin shall keep you company. (")

~Jane or Sarah. Whichever you want.