CHAPTER 1

Clary woke up to a loud banging on her door which happened to be her older brother. His name was Jonathan and he was a year older than her. He was gorgeous thanks to his perfect body and contrast between dark eyes and blondish white hair; a spitting image of their father, Valentine.

Their father was in jail for hitting his wife and children. Jonathan had stepped up one day when he saw bruises trailing up Clary's arm and saved Clary and her mother from him and since then, Jonathan has been extremely overprotective of Clary.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Clary jumped out of bed and flung the door open.

Jonathan stood there looking very impatient. "Finally! I've been banging on your door for like five minutes!"

Clary laughed and responded "More like two minutes! Anyways thanks for making sure I wouldn't be late for my first day of school Jon."

Now, Jonathan stepped fully into Clary's room and spun around to look at her again. "It's my first day of school too you know" he said jokingly. He sat on her bed as if indicating that he was never going to leave and she would be late after all.

"True" Clary said, "But the difference is that nobody likes you". She stuck out her tongue at him and giggled.

"Actually Clare-Bear, I have many friends" Jon answered. He stood up and in seconds he had her pinned to the ground ready to tickle her. She saw what he was about to do and began to squirm. However, he only held her down and tickled her till she begged him to stop. Laughing, they both got up from the ground and Jon began to make his way towards the door so that Clary could get ready for school.

He turned to her once before leaving to ask her a question. "I came in here to ask if you wanted a ride to school. I have to drive some of the guys, but I can make sure you have enough room".

Clary groaned. She knew that when he said "some of the guys", he meant his friends from the football team. Jon was the quarterback which put him in a good position to become friends with almost everybody. There were at least three boys at her house on a normal day and Jon always had to yell at them for hitting on his little sister.

Reluctantly, Clary thanked Jon and agreed to a ride. She then closed her door and moved to her bathroom for a shower. Looking in the mirror, Clary could really see the difference between her and Jon. Unlike him, Clary barely reached 5 feet tall and she had fiery red hair and emerald-green eyes. She was a spitting image of her mother, Jocelyn.

After her shower, Clary went to her closet and selected a cute green shirt and black skirt to wear. She also wore a black leather jacket and tall black boots. She then put on foundation, eyeliner, and mascara. Clary threw on some simple jewelry and sprayed a small amount of perfume before running downstairs.

Jon was already eating pancakes that Jocelyn was making at the stove. Clary sat down and ate a few before grabbing her bag and joining Jon on his way to the car. "Have fun at school!" their mom shouted.

Clary sat beside Jon in the car and waited as they picked up his friends. Jordan and Raphael joined and said hello to Clary. When they arrived at school, Clary got out of the car and went to find Simon.

Simon had been Clary's best friend since the first time they met. He helped Clary pick up her books after she dropped them one day five years ago. He was such a nerd. He had dark brown hair and glasses and always wore t-shirts with video game sayings on them. However, Clary didn't mind because Simon had taught her how to kick butt in every video game imaginable. Clary spotted Simon waiting at her locker when she walked into the school and she ran over to him and attacked him with a hug.

They talked until the bell rang and they had to go their separate ways. Clary made her way to art. She was an amazing artist like her mother and she was excited to start the day with her favorite class.

Clary made her way to the back of the room and sat down because she liked to have peace when she worked. About ten minutes passed by until Clary was interrupted when the door swung open. The most beautiful boy Clary had ever seen stepped into the room. He was tall and tan with golden hair that framed his face and golden eyes to match. Clary could see the outline of his muscles through his thin white shirt and she felt a strong desire to draw his distinct features.

"You must be Jonathan, the new student" said the teacher. The boy's response that followed sounded like an angel's and Clary swore that he looked right at her.

"Call me Jace" he said with a smile.

"Very well Jace. You may sit in the back next to Clarissa. Clarissa please raise your hand". My teacher stared at me as I slowly lifted my hand. Jace smirked and made his way back to me. He sat down and turned to face me.

"Hey Red, looks like you get the privilege to sit next to this stunning boy all year" he said gesturing to himself.

I scoffed. Of course he is an arrogant jerk. "My name is not Red" I declared.

"Sorry Shortcake" he chuckled.

"My name is not Shortcake either! You can call me Clary or you can just not talk to me at all!"

"Fine, but I believed we skipped proper introductions. Hello Clary, my name is Jace but you can call me anytime" he said winking at me.

I put my face in my hands and spun around to continue my work. I could feel Jace staring at me all morning causing one thought to jumble my mind. Oh boy… this should be fun