A CLACE STORY
Chapter 1:
Looking up at the huge school in front of her, Clary sighed and adjusted her backpack on her shoulders. She looked around trying to spot her best friends Simon and Izabell, so they could compare schedules. Clary and Simon had met in kindergarten, and since then adults deemed them inseparable. Then, in 3rd grade the two had been put in the same table along with the new student Izabell, who after two months finally agreed to play with them at recess instead of sitting alone throwing rocks at people; since then, the three had been best friends. So now that they were starting middle school as 7th graders, they knew they needed to stick together more than ever. Finally, Clary spotted Izabell's jet black hair, "Izabell! Izabell!" she called. The other girl turned around and flashed Clary her well-known smirk and said, "My you've grown since last time I saw you, dear. We must catch up some time! Are you free tomorrow?" Clary rolled her eyes at her dramatic friend who was trying to act as though they hadn't seen each other for years, when in reality they had met up just yesterday to pick their outfits for the first day of school. "Sadly no… I have a date with detention tomorrow after school," Clary replied. Izabell lost her smirk and stood there gaping at Clary , "But we haven't even started school yet! What do you mean you have detention?!" " Oh, you know. Since my two best friends can't help but get themselves into trouble every day and I'm coincidentally always there when they do, I assumed I would be joining you guys in detention tomorrow." "Then in that case my friend, you are correct!" Izabell said. Suddenly, an arm went around each of the girls' shoulders and they both yelped. "Calm down! It's just me. Sheesh!" Simon exclaimed. Clary turned around expecting to come face to face with him but instead found herself face to chest. She looked up and gasped, Simon had grown half a foot since she last saw him at the beginning of summer. "Who are you and what have you done with our friend?" Clary joked. Simon only chuckled and said, "Relax, I just grew that's all." "Uh, huh. Sure…" Izabell replied, "I don't think that saying you just grew is enough to explain the added six inches to your height." Clary was still in shock; last time she had seen him, Simon had been around her height (5'3) and now he was at least 5'9. And the worst part was that Clary had grown an inch and a half during the summer, she was almost 5'5 now, and now Simon made her seem like a midget. Izabell however had always been the tallest of the three, her doctor had predicted that she would grow to be 5'10 since she was already 5'6; now even she looked like a child next to Simon. "Hello! Earth to Clary!" Simon waved his hand in front of her face. "Yeah?" Clary replied finally coming to her senses. "We have to get to class now." Simon said. "Oh, yeah. Right." She stuttered. It turned out that they all had the same schedule expect for their electives and P.E. Electives were chosen based on talents or capabilities and P.E. was sorted into four groups; beginners was easy, intermediate was average, advanced was hard, and The Gifted was only for students who had extraordinary athletic skills. Their schedules were:
1st Period: Algebra 1/ Geometry with Mr. Edwards 7:30-8:00
2nd Period: Advanced English with Mr. Stewart 8:05-8:35
Break: 8:35-8:50
3rd Period: AP Chemistry with Ms. James 8:55-9:25
4th Period: AP History with Ms. Matthews 9:30-10:00
5th Period P.E. (Izabell- Beginners with Ms. Jennings) (Simon- Advanced with Mr. Roberts) (Clary- The Gifted with Mr. Collins) 10:00-10:30
Lunch: 10:30-11:10
6th Period: Elective (Izabell- Drama with Mrs. Johnson) (Simon- Animal Lore with Mr. Thomas) (Clary- Leadership with Mr. Fernandez) 11:15-11:45
7th Period: Free Period 11:45-12:00
They all headed off to their first class not surprised to only find 8th graders already seated in their spots. The trio walked to the back of the classroom and found three seats empty in a row. As Clary was about to sit in between Simon and Izabell a boy came and fell into the desk. "This is my seat. No one sits here but me, got it kid?" Izabell stood up preparing to cuss out the boy when the teacher came into the room, "Excuse me Miss…?" "Clary Fray," Clary said. "Well Miss Fray please come sit over here as those seats are already taken." Clary hurried to the front of the class and sat in the seat closest to the door. "Alright class. As you know I'm Mr. Edwards and I will be your math teacher until the end of the year. The rules in my class are simple: when I'm talking don't talk. At any other time you are allowed to talk to anyone you wish at any time. Tests are given at the end of every chapter and you can use notes and calculators unless I instruct otherwise. At the end of the test you can sit outside in the garden and do whatever you please. Talking during tests in prohibited and no pass-" All of a sudden the door opened and a boy with golden (yes, golden) hair and golden eyes walked in. Clary noticed how tall he was, taller than Simon, probably 6' or 6'1. He was dressed in black skinny jeans, a white shirt under his black leather jacket, and converse. His curly hair, which was a bit long (maybe to the top of his ears) was messy, as if he had literally just gotten up from bed and didn't comb it. "You're late Mr. Herondale. Why did they have to put you in my class of all classes?" Mr. Edwards said harshly. "You mean you don't want me to grace you with my wonderful presence every morning? That hurts John… it hurts right here." The boy pointed to his heart and pretended to wipe a tear. "Oh stop the theatrics Herondale and my name is Mr. Edwards to you… Go sit with Miss Fray over there." The boy came to the desk next to Clary and plopped down on the seat. "Hello gorgeous… I'm Jace Herondale the most popular and sexy guy in school." He took her silence as a sign to continue, "Are you new here? I'm sure I've never seen you before, I mean who could forget that fiery red hair of yours?" Clary turned in her seat to face him and responded, "Listen I don't talk to jerks especially cocky, arrogant, son of a bi-" Jace cut her off, "Woah, woah, red . Calm down. It seems that what they say about redheads' temperament is true." "Miss Fray and Mr. Herondale are you two done over there?" Mr. Edwards asked. "Yes sir," Clary responded. Jace on the other hand had different ideas, "Actually sir, no we weren't done thank you for asking. So go about your business so I can finish getting to know my dearest…" Jace turned to Clary once again and asked her for her name. "Clary," she hissed. "…my dearest Clary over here," he finished. "That's it! Miss Fray and Mr. Herondale please step outside for five minutes until I decide if I should punish you or not." Clary stood up from her desk and stomped to the door with her hands at her sides in fists. Once both of them had left the room and shut the door again, Clary grabbed Jace by his jacket and pushed him into a wall. "How dare you get me in trouble on the first day of school? Now Mr. Edwards is gonna tell the other teachers that I'm a bad kid and for the next two years of my life the teachers are gonna make this hell for me," Clary screeched. "Wait, two years? You're a 7th grader?" Jace looked confused. "Well no shit Sherlock!" she exclaimed. "But how are you in my class? That's an 8th grade class." "Because I'm smarter than average so they let me take all advanced classes. But thanks to you those classes are gonna be even harder than usual!" Clary stated, a bit calmer. Before Jace could say anything, the teacher came out. "I have decided that because Mr. Herondale is most likely going to fail my class you Miss Fray are going to tutor him for the rest of the year…" Mr. Edwards said. "But, sir, how is Jace being punished? You're letting him off the hook!" Clary interrupted, irritated. "You didn't let me finish Miss Fray," the teacher scolded. "Sorry, sir," she muttered. "If Jace doesn't bring up his grades in math to at leas will report him as failing and he will have to retake the year." "What?!" Jace gasped, "Another year, here?" "Yes, Mr. Herondale another year here with me…" Mr. Edwards said. Jace regained his cocky attitude and simply replied, "I knew you couldn't stand me leaving." But he didn't sound as confident as he made it seem. Mr. Edwards rolled his eyes and started to walk into the classroom when suddenly he said, "Oh and the tutoring must take place afterschool at least twice a week. I already phoned both of your parents and they all agreed to it." Clary watched him go back inside and shut the door. She then turned to Jace, who was pretending to be busy looking at his nails, and used 'the scary, calm voice that was worse than getting yelled at' and said, "You're going to regret this, I swear." Then Clary walked right up to him while pointing a finger and screamed "I hate you! I hate you! I hate… you…" Jace looked up in shock as he realized how much venom was laced in her words, just in time to see the tear, which escaped her beautiful green eyes, slide down her cheek. He opened his mouth to apologize, to explain why he acted like that, how he hadn't meant to get her in trouble, but she had already turned away. He didn't know why but he didn't want her to leave, so he reached out and grabbed her by the arm to pull her back. Jace felt her tense up as if she didn't like being touched and suddenly she turned around and punched him right in the face. He let go of her to check his face and then she was off, running across the campus, as if she were running from hell itself.