So this is my first MI fic. Just to clear a few things up, Clary still has her rune power, she knows she's a Shadowhunter, but doesn't know of anyone else who is at her school. She goes by Fray, but knows her mother's real last name is Fairchild.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Mortal Instruments series or characters.
Enjoy!
Clary sighed as she pushed through the orange swinging doors that closed over the school. Yet another year starting. The air felt thick with the heavy scent of perfumes and the feeling of back-to-school excitement that was equally mixed with dread. Clary let herself zone out, imagining sketching the chaos of the Brooklyn traffic visible from her apartment window. A sharp collision jolted her from the wistful daydream. "Sorry." Clary mumbled, not pausing to see who it was she bumped into. "Clary! Clary, wait!" She looked back. Simon was rushing after her, trying to get her attention and fight through the masses of students. She smiled as he finally caught up. "What's going on?" Simon straightened himself out "Thanks for banging into me. That's gonna leave a bruise!" He huffed. "Eric wants to name the band Cane Toad Fire. I don't think that's quite…" Clary let his rambling fade into the background noise of the hallways. She watched everyone with an artists eye. The harsh fluorescent lighting that washed out pretty much everything, the jumble of colours presented in the clothes and books surrounding her, the dull metals of the lockers. Her hands itched for her pencils and sketchbook. "Fray!" Simon exclaimed, snapping his fingers in front of her eyes. Oops. He'd noticed that she was drifting again. "You in there?"
"Yeah. Sorry, Simon. Just distracted." Clary pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear impatiently- only to have it fall forward again. They arrived at their lockers- only a couple of feet away from each other. As Clary spun the dial to her lock, she heard flirtatious giggles behind her. Ugh. Jace Wayland was, as usual, surrounded by a gaggle of a adoring girls. He accepted their advances readily enough, earning his reputation as a player. He had it all- the golden looks, the air of importance, the intelligence (even of it was wasted on getting more admirers), and the talent. Captain of the rugby team, he often led the team to win many competitions. Clary turned away from the crowd focusing on getting the books she needed. Art and then history. She sighed. Art was her best subject, but history? Her mum had taught her all of the history concerning the Nephilim and Downworlders, and unfortunately, mundane history was just plain boring. Not that they learnt Shadowhunter history at her school. She didn't know of anyone in her school who was a fellow Shadowhunter. When she hunted, she either had to go with her mum's friends daughter (who lived half an hour away) Aline or her mum. Aline was nice and all, but she said what came into her head, when it came into her head. Sighing again, Clary locked her locker, met Simon and headed to their classes.
That day they were doing still life sketches. Sketches were one of her strengths, so Clary happily immersed herself in her drawing. All too soon, the class was over and Clary was headed to history. Finally, a class with Simon! Someone sat down heavily in the seat next to her. "Hey Simon." She said not looking up. "I don't know if I can make it to that gig on—" Clary glanced up. It wasn't Simon sitting next to her. No, Simon was standing a few feet away, looking confused. "Um…hi?" She ventured to Jace, who was sitting there, staring at the corner of her history book. Looking at a new rune that had surfaced in Clary's mind while doing history homework last night. She had no idea what it did- the meaning wouldn't divulge itself to her, no matter how hard she tried. "Jace." That snapped him out if his daze. He looked at her and fixed a smile in place, but Clary could still see the unsettled look in his eyes. "So. I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime." She just stared at him. What the hell was going on? JACE WAYLAND was asking her out?! Had she misheard him or something? He nudged her hand with a piece of paper. Slowly, Clary looked down at the paper. It's a dare, don't worry about it was scrawled across the page. Did that mean she should say yes? Or no? "Uh. Sorry Jace." He shrugged and went back to his friends, who were laughing their heads off. She scowled. Of course. What else would it be? Simon thumped his stuff down at the desk Jace had just vacated. Clary braced herself. "What the hell was that?!" he demanded loudly. "Relax, Simon. It was just a dare." she replied calmly. His brow furrowed. "Are you quite sure?" Clary rolled her eyes and showed him the paper Jace left behind. "Look. No need to get all protective about it." He shut up, but Clary could tell it wasn't over. "Clary Fray! Is your chatting more interesting than my class? I'd like to have a talk with you after school. And Wayland, you can see me then too, for excessive talking." Mr. Starkweather had started the lesson while Clary had been talking to Simon. Oh well. He was just a grumpy history teacher. Jace started to raise his hand and then put it back down again muttering something that sounded like "I was seeing you anyway, no need to make excuses. No one notices that…" and after that it was just angry mumbling. Not that Clary was trying to listen. She wondered what that was about. It was probably something boring like extra history. With that thought in her mind, she started to take notes on what Mr. Starkweather was speaking about.
This is a chapter story. I'll update quickly most of the time, but otherwise sorry for sporadic updates!