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Chapter 1- First day
It is first day of junior year, one more year of misery. I wasn't one that was exactly fond of school. I was always looked over, unnoticed by everyone. I didn't mind, I have my little group of friends, Simon, Elena and Matt. However Simon is definitely my best friend. We have been in the cradle together, and been friends ever since.
I look in my closet and decide for a change. I always went for jeans and some obscure hoodie, but it is junior year, and I have a feeling my life is about to change. I go for fishnet tights, under ripped, overly washed skinny jeans. I throw on a black crop top, covered by a cardigan. I don't know what brought this change in me- Scratch that, I know exactly what makes me dress like this. A crush I've had since the first day of high school. Jace. It is self destructing as he is someone that 'Loves them, leaves them.' type. Plus like the rest of the world he has never noticed me.
Returning back to reality, I quickly put eyeliner on and some mascara. I try to organize my fiery red curls to no avail. I brush my teeth and I'm good to go. I grab my bag and race down the stairs. I spot the clock on the wall. 8:18. Crap I'm late! This is what daydreaming about Jace gets me into. I run into the kitchen.
"Hi Mom, I'm late! Gotta go!" I quickly grab a banana and head for the door. I'm stopped by hand hand pulling me back. "What's happened Clary, why are you dressed like this? Is it a boy?" The heat races to my cheeks. "No!" I defiantly say. The look on her face tells me she doesn't believe me but thankfully she drops it.
"Clary, are you gonna be okay by yourself?" My mom is leaving for Europe as some museum has arranged for her to one over with her artwork. She is staying there for a month, leaving me here all by myself. Well, Dot next door has promised to take care of me, incase I really need it. Truth to be told, I can't wait to be alone. Independent. "Yes I'm gonna be totally fine! Anyways I really have to go now bye Mom." I kiss her on the cheek and quickly take in her features. She has the same hair as me, fiery and red but not as curly mine. She has high cheekbones, and ocean blue eyes. Deep and dark. It seems that I have gotten my emerald green eyes from my father, who I have never seen. He disappeared before he even knew my mother was pregnant with me. That's all I can get out of my Mom though. She never tells me anything about him and when I do ask, she reminds me that he was someone you wouldn't want to know.
I make it to school in record time. I am only a few minutes late. Surely Ms. Croak won't mind? I sprint through the halls looking for my first chemistry lesson. "Clary!" I halt, and spin around looking for whoever called me. My eyes quickly find my group of friends. I smile. "Hey guys! How was summer! It's not like I haven't seen you on Saturday!" I joke. I hug all of them when I notice a tall, lanky Asian boy standing next to Matt and Simon. "Who is this?" I ask.
"This is Magnus, Magnus this is Clary." Simon introduces us. Magnus offers a hand which I awkwardly shake. "Hey Clary, nice to meet you! Damn, Simon didn't mention he had such a hot friend! No offense guys." He jokes throwing his hands up. He continues. "Don't worry Clary I play for the other team." He winks at me. I immediately feel at ease with him. I can see us becoming great friends. We all laugh heartily. "Hey guys can someone help me find my first class? I'm kind of lost here." Magnus asks. Everyone laughs again and Elena and Matt offer quickly.
I'm left with Simon. "I should get to class. I'm really late already, sorry Si." I apologize, wanting to talk to him but I'm worried Ms. Croak will already give me detention and school hasn't even begun yet. "I'll walk you but, what is this new style Clary? I mean what happened to Clary and who is this? Who is possessing my best friend! Give her back!" I giggle.
"I just felt like a fresh start, maybe make an effort to not make my life be so miserable." Simon looks hurt. "What about us, don't we make you happy?" I feel bad instantly.
"No, no you guys are the only thing that made my life bearable. But Si, I want to live, enjoy my life, not just exist. Don't we all deserve that? Even you Si, you have been crushing on this Isabelle girl since middle school and you still haven't made any move. Come on you are a hot guy! Put yourself out there!" I rant, however I feel like I'm giving myself advice.
"Yeah you're right. You know what? I'm gonna ask her out. I'm gonna ask her out Clary! I'll see you later Clary! This is gonna be the best year of my life!" He shouts as he is running. I sigh. "Ms. Fray get in here now misses! You're late!" Ms. Croak's screeching voice shouts at me.
I stand in line with Magnus, as Simon, Matt and Elena have a project they are starting on during lunch. I thought I was gonna have to spend my lunches alone for the next weeks but as it seems I have Magnus. Thank god. "I don't know anyone here, or what drama goes on but that blonde haired guy over there is staring at us. Do you think he staring at me Darling?" He jokes, I follow his stare and see Jace looking at us. I spin around back to Magnus. "Oh fuck fuck. No this can't happen." Confusion is etched on Magnus' face.
"Why not he's yummy. Do him Girl!" He giggles at me. I slap him in the arm and Magnus feigns pain. "No I can't. He slept with basically every girl in this school, I don't want to do that. Be one of the whores. Another notch on his bed." Magnus keeps looking at me. Suddenly his face changes like a light bulb. "Oh I get it, you're crushing on him! You don't want to be hurt." He looks at me. "Don't to anyone please. Not even Simon, he doesn't know." I plead
Maybe I can. Maybe I can convince I'm not like other girls. I sneak a peek behind me quickly. He is laughing with his adoptive brother and sister, Alec and Isabelle. Isabelle taps him and Jace quickly looks my way. He locks onto my gaze. Crap! Caught in the act. I quickly look away. The heat rises to my cheeks and turn back to Magnus.
"No bad idea. I'm just an ordinary girl. He's just toying with me." Magnus lifts his shoulders and makes way to a table. I meekly follow him denying myself for another look at Jace.
We talked throughout our lunch about all the people in the school. He was mostly interested in who was gay, I had to laugh. He has a glitter cardigan on with neon yellow pants and a pink headband. For someone to like him, they not only had to be gay, but also have no taste in clothes whatsoever. I couldn't stop laughing about it. "Clary why are you laughing Darling?"
"They don't only have to be gay, but to like you they also must not have a sense of fashion at all." Magnus joins in on my laughing attracting the disapproving looks of everyone in the cafeteria.
I wave goodbye to Magnus, heading to the next class of Hell. History. I don't think there is anyone that is more hated than me by Mr. Trench. I refuse to do anything about his class, infuriating him even more. But I guess this year I better focus, seeing I had to start working towards university.
I open my locker to dispose my books from earlier today and grab my history book. I slam my locker shut. "Arghh!" Jace was standing behind my locker door, scares the living daylights out of me. "You scared me!" Jace smirks at me smugly.
"Wipe that smirk of your face." He laughs. "Can I walk you to class?" Jace asks. I halt in my tracks. This guy that has never paid attention to me, all of a sudden talks to me and not only that, he wants to walk me to class.
"Why do you want to walk me to class, you never even notice me. So why care now?" My exclamation seemed to hurt him as his face scrunched together as he was in pain. He quickly composes himself. "If I want to walk you to class, what's the problem?"
"The problem is that maybe I don't want you here?" I throw at him. I squeal as I'm thrown against the lockers, caged between Jace's arms. He leans in awfully close, breathing in deeply. "Really, you don't want me here huh? Then why did you keep looking at me? Or when I come close to you like this, your breath hitches?"
I attempt to steady my breathing, but my body betrays me. I try to say something back, but nothing but airs comes out. He smirks again and pushes himself back. I shake my head as if to clear my intoxication. "Come on we are late for History." Jace claims. He steps towards the direction of the class waiting for me to walk next to him. I hold my books close to my chest. Squealing inside out of happiness. Jace is walking me to class, what is this?
We reach the History room. The room is divided in table of two. Jace motions for one in the back of the class. I sit in the one next to window and Jace slips in his chair next to me. He grabs his History notes and books and gazes in front of him. This gives me an opportunity to study him. Not that I needed to as his face was etched in my head since the first day two years ago. His long lashes softly touches his cheekbone, his hooked nose. His beautifully plumped lips. His lower lip slightly bigger than the top one. His squared jaw. The unruly golden locks on his head. But best of all, the liquid gold flowing in his iris, finishing off this masterpiece.
I see a hint of a smile on the side of his mouth but he continues to gaze forward. I make myself focus on this wretched class. But. I. Cannot. The entire hour I have been hypersensitive that Jace has been sitting next to me. Every little move he makes, my mind notices instantly, not being able to focus on this at all. I give up on trying to focus. Instead I grab my pencil an start drawing his features. The lines flow out of my hand like beautiful music. The black and white drawing doesn't do justice to his golden beauty. "Wow, you are amazing at drawing." I look over at Jace. He is intently looking at me now. I got no clue what to say back so I just keep drawing. There is a hint of a smile, and his eyes showing, showing something that I cannot put a finger on. I get drawn in by his swirling golden eyes, our gazes locked.
"Ehem, Mr. Herondale, do you know what I just asked of you?" Jace's head whips around to Mr. Trench. "I believe the answer is King Louis XV." The teacher scoffs. "I got no patience for cockiness Mr. Herondale. Pay attention!" After that he no longer talked to me.
The bell finally rings after two hours. I collect my stuff swiftly. Jace turns to me. "Ill see you tomorrow, I can't wait." He winks at me. Oh god. Im frozen in place. How am I going to get through this year? All of this everyday for the next year.