Hey! This is the new story I promised. This idea came from my friend, Kathy, who has just finished the Hush Hush Saga. Good for you, Kathy. She gave me the idea and I decided to expand on it. So, I guess you could say it was based off the book, but I added my own personal twists to it. No, i'm not taking Becca Fizpatrick's plot, although I did take some of the lines from the first chapter.
I walked through the doors of the Idris Institute, my school. Summer had just been over and now, it was time to get to serious work. I was in eleventh grade and I had just recently celebrated my 16th birthday. I sighed as I walked to my locker and started my combination. There was a lot of noise in the hallway, which mainly consisted of wild stories that happened during summer. I opened my locker and stuffed my books inside. I looked at my new schedule. I had six periods for the day. Two in the morning, followed by break, then two more, followed by lunch and then the last two periods before dismissal. This year, we had to pick one extra-curricular activity after school. My friend, Simon had picked Chess Club, but well, since I wasn't really into Chess and was a terrible tactician, I'd decided to choose later.
"Hey, Clary!" I turned to see my friend, Isabelle coming towards me. I waved at her.
"OMG! Guess what?" she said. I knew that catch-phrase anywhere. It looks like Isabelle has just found out some juicy gossip.
"No, what?" I asked, as I took my books and walked to the Literature classroom with her. I wanted to secure a good seat in the classroom, and the only way to do that was to get there early. Isabelle blathered on about all the latest gossip that she'd found before she finally asked;
"So, what's your first class?" she asked.
"Literature, with Mr. Tanner," I said. She pouted.
"Awwww, I have History," she said, before she said goodbye as we neared the History classroom. The Literature classroom was further down the hallway. I sighed as I walked down the hallway. I bumped into someone and we both fell down on the floor. No one seemed to notice.
"I'm so sorry," I said.
"It's cool," I looked up to see that the person I bounced into was a boy. He had jet black hair, but that wasn't what made me look at him. His eyes were a very odd shade of blue, not light blue, but a dark, cobalt blue. He looked like the sort of boy that my art teacher would have loved to draw. I helped pick up his books and I gave it to him as he gave me my books.
"Thanks," we said at the same time. He got up
"I'm Alec," he said, before offering his hand to help me up. I took it.
"I'm Clary," I said, and shook his hand. The bell rang, signifying the beginning of first period.
"I have to go. I have class now. It was nice meeting you, Alec," I said, before I opened the door to the Literature classroom.
The bell rang to end Literature class and I made my way to my locker. I put my books in there and got my Biology textbook. I have Biology for second period. I made my way to the Biology lab. I got a seat at the front of the class, beside Simon, who smiled as I came in. We had been sitting together in all the classes we both had for a long time. Soon, the teacher, Mrs. Nightshade came in.
"Alright," she said, looking around the room, "Before we begin the lesson, I want to make a few seating changes," Several people in the class groaned. Mrs. Nightshade ignored them, and looked around again, as if she were contemplating how to change the seating arrangement.
"Alright, all of those to the right," she gestured at Simon to prove her point, "move up one seat. If you're in front, move to the back," Simon and all the other people moved reluctantly and I gave Simon a small goodbye wave.
"Then, those to the left move to the nearest section on your right," Mrs. Nightshade said. The class was divided into three sections and I was in the middle so I ended up on a window seat.
"Good, now everyone move back three seats behind them," she said, and I ended up on the third row. Mrs. Nightshade began to call out more instructions. I heard someone take the seat beside me. I looked up to see a blonde boy sitting beside me. I was about to tell him something, but Mrs. Nightshade spoke before I could get a word out.
"Now, the reason why I changed the seating arrangement is because I want you and your new and unfamiliar partner to get to know each other," she said in a clear voice. Several people in class began to complain.
"What's that got to do with Biology?" a girl wailed. Several classmates agreed with her.
"Because Biology is Science. And Science is about discovering new things," Mrs. Nightshade said. There were a few grumbles but one effective look made the class quiet.
"I'm going to give you the whole period to talk to your partner," Mrs. Nightshade said, "And a good part of your end-of-term grade goes to this so I expect authenticity," she reminded. More people grumbled. I sighed. I didn't say anything to the boy beside me, before I heard the gliding sound of a pen. He was writing.
"What are you writing?" I asked.
"And she speaks English," he called out, as he wrote it. He smiled a lazy smile. I tried to see what he was writing but he had already folded the paper and he stuffed it in his jeans pocket. I let out a long breath and I opened my notebook to a clean page.
"What's your name?" I asked. My pen was already poised to write. I really just wanted to get this done.
"Call me Jace, I mean it, Call me" he said and gave me a wink. I wrote his name on the paper, purposefully ignoring the wink he sent me.
"What's your favorite color?" I asked, feeling as if I was taking a survey.
"Don't have one," he said. I had a feeling he was just making this hard for me.
"This assignment is graded so a favor?" I asked. He smiled.
"What sort of favor?" he asked, as he puts his hands on the back of his head. I got the hell out of the subject at once.
"Um, so, what do you do on your spare time?" I asked. He looked at me.
"Don't have spare time," he said. I gave him a look.
"Everyone has spare time," I said. He looked at me, before he nodded.
"You're right. During my spare time, I like to do some research and write stories," he said. I wrote Writing under his name.
"I'm not done. I've got quite an interesting story on a sixteen-year old girl who loves Art and reading, hates dancing, who secretly likes to write fanfictions and who just can't wait to get out of her small home-town that she's been in all her life and go to Stanford with her brother," he said. I was shaken by how spot on he was. He couldn't have possibly guessed all of those things about me.
"How do you know that?" I blurted out, before thinking. He shrugged nonchalantly.
"I'm a great reader," he said, "Unlike yourself. You can't read people easily unless you know them. That's your third greatest weakness," he said. I was freaking out.
"And my second?" I asked, faking the nonchalant tone in my voice.
"You're a bit sarcastic for your own good and it usually confuses people as to what your intentions are," he said. Well, that was interesting, but it was true.
"My first?" I asked, a little bit of fear seeping into my voice. Jace didn't seem to notice.
"Your first greatest weakness, Ms. Clarissa Morgenstern, is that you're too stubborn and headstrong for your own good. If you want something, you go through extreme ways to get it if necessary, without thinking of the consequences. That's why you're so awful in Chess," he said. Was this some kind of sick joke?
"Well, you certainly know a lot about me," I said, fighting the urge to demand where he got the information from. The bell rang and Jace got up quickly and headed for the door.
"Jace!" I said as he walked through the door. I tried to catch up with him as he walked down the hallway.
"Jace! Wait, I didn't get anything on you!" I said. Jace turned around and moved closer to me. He took my hand and scribbled something on my hand. His number.
"Call me," he said and walked away. I stared at the numbers in disbelief.
"I won't call you! Ever!" I said, sounding like an eight year old.
"Yeah, just keep telling yourself that," he muttered and ran off before I could say anything. I glared at the numbers before making my way to my locker.
So, I know the second half of the chapter is like Hush Hush's first chapter and I did take a couple of lines from the book, but well, this is the last time I'm doing that. Anyway, tell me what you thought. Bye!