Due to a new account this is a story that I already had on here, I'm just putting this on my new account. -TheSparker

Clary pulled herself out of bed, groaning. She was dreading the day about to come. About a month ago her mom had told her that they would be moving. Even though Clary yelled, cried, and fought, nothing would change Jocelyn's mind.

"Clary, breakfast," Jocelyn yelled from the small kitchen in their new apartment.

Clary quickly put on her clothes for the day and walked over to the kitchen. She was still not really talking to her mom, she was still mad about the whole moving situation.

She quickly ate her breakfast and ran out the door. Her new school was about ten blocks away so she walked. Clary dreaded making new friends, she was so shy and hardly anyone had the same interests as her.

After a thirty minute walk she arrived at Idris High School.

Odd name, she thought to herself.

The school itself was magnificent. Compared to all the new, modern buildings in New York, Idris High was a real sight to see. It resembled an old Cathedral or Castle with only a few modern additions. Clary climbed up the steps leading to the front doors, her heart was pounding like a hummingbird's wings.

She kept telling herself that she could do this. That she had nothing to worry about, it was only high school after all. She pushed through the double doors, hardly anyone was in the halls. She got to school especially early so she could find her locker and classes. The office was to her right.

She walked over to the nearest desk attendant, who refused to look up. After a minute of waiting, Clary cleared her throat loudly. The lady looked up, "You must be the new student. Here is your welcome packet, and the principal wants to speak with you; third door on the left."

Clary muttered "thanks" and grabbed the packet. She walked over to the door she was told to go to and heard some sort of yelling coming from inside. She heard a female yell, "Don't let me catch you doing that again, Wayland!" There was a screech of a chair against the wooden floor and suddenly the door flung open.

There wasn't just a teenage boy standing in front of her, but a teenage god. He had golden hair that almost perfectly matched his golden eyes. He wore a black shirt that gripped his body oh so nicely, Clary couldn't help but notice. The boy ran a hand through his golden swirls of hair before realizing Clary was in front of him. He pulled down his hand and smirked. "You know it isn't polite to stare. But considering it is me that you're admiring, I guess its okay."

Clary came back to reality and scrunched her eyebrows together. "I wasn't staring. Just making a mental list of which assholes I should stay away from."

"You know most girls would kill to be near me." He took a step closer to her.

Clary just smirked, "Well lucky for me I'm not most girls." Before the boy could reply, Clary side-stepped around him and walked into the office.

The woman inside motioned for her to sit down in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"You must be Clarissa Fray?" She asked, while straightening some objects on her desk.

"Yeah, Clary,"

"Oh, well Clary let me be the first to say, welcome to Idris High School. You should be able to find your classes using the map in your packet, but in case you can't you can always ask me or another student."

Clary nodded.

"Well that's pretty much it. Unless you have any questions, I hope you have a good first day at Idris High."

Clary stood up, "Thank you," After leaving the office she headed out to find her locker. After a couple minutes of staring at her map, she found it. Her locker was straight across the hall from her first period. She took out half of the things in her backpack, then just sat down in front of her locker and took out a sketch book. She lost track of time, when the bell rang signaling students to go to their first period. Clary walked into an empty class and had a little chat with the teacher, Mr. Garroway. He gave her a seat in the back. She sat down and took out her sketch book and continued her drawing. Students started filling up the classroom, all talking with their friends until Mr. Garroway told them to sit down.

She didn't take notice of anyone in particular, until one golden boy sat down in the seat next to her. "Hey," He said smirking.

"You have got to be kidding me," She muttered under her breath before turning to him.

He laughed and kept staring at her.

"Can I help you with something?"

"You, me, a date tonight, seven o'clock, I can pick you up." He just reeked of confidence.

"Do you always ask girls out on their first day?" Clary countered with a question.

"No, but you can be my exception. What do you say?"

"Absolutely not," She almost laughed.

"Why," He whined.

Before Clary could respond, Mr. Garroway yelled out, "Jace, stop talking to Clary, she obviously isn't interested."

Half of the class laughed, Clary expected him to be embarrassed, but he just smirked.

"We'll see." He muttered under his breath.

So the golden boy's name was Jace, Jace Wayland.