Cheerleading, Football, Ex's, New Flings, Mean Girls, The Pretty Ones, The Jocks, Nerds….its all in one place, High School. Follow TMI crew through their crazy high school experience! Clace, Sizzy, Malec, Jaia and more!

Clary and Jonathan are the kids of a successful lawyer father and a model/artist mother. Simon's dad is alive and he is a rich doctor. Jace is an only child living with his parents Stephen and Celine. Max is still alive and goes to a boarding school in NYC. Basically everyone has money one way or another, and Magnus and Isabelle are famous for there legendary house parties! Really hope you like it! Enjoy!

Juniors:

Clary

Jace

Simon

Isabelle

Maia

Kaelie

Sebastian

Seniors:

Jon

Alec

Magnus (fabulously left back in sophomore year for spending most of it in Europe with his parents)

Jordan

Aline

Chapter 1: Getting Ready

Clary:

"Clary! Clary! Clary!"

I woke up with a groan as my older brother Jonathan continued to shout my name and jump on my bed.

"Ugh! Quit it!" I shrieked, throwing a pillow at his legs and seeing, through heavy lidded eyes, that I missed, "I'm up, I'm up!"

"Well hurry and get downstairs, Claudia made your favorite," I perked up at this and finally sat up and smiled at my big brother.

Before I could respond he ran out of my bedroom door and shot down the stairs, still in his pajamas. I got up slowly but surely and was downstairs within 5 minutes. When I eventually got into the kitchen I was greeted by the heavenly aroma of strawberry waffles, bacon and eggs. I smiled to myself before entering the kitchen to see my family sat in their usual seats on the large island, in the center of the kitchen.

My dad, Valentine, was the first one to see my come in and he smiled at me, his warm brown eyes lighting up as if I was dressed up for a prom and not a Pokemon shirt and yellow shorts. His neatly tousled pale blonde locks falling just above his eyebrows.

"Morning Clare-Bear," he said excitedly and kissed me on the forehead when I came within range.

"Morning," I greeted both him and my mother, Jocelyn, who was sitting to his right and Jon who was to my moms right, stuffing his face—as usual.

"We have a surprise for you!" My mom exclaimed with a grin so huge I though her face might just break.

I beamed back at her, my head spinning with possibilities. This was one of those times where it was fun to have a successful lawyer dad —with his own law firm— and model and artist for a mom.

"Is it a puppy?" I asked hopeful curiously, but knowing in the back of my head it wasn't because Claudia was mildly allergic to dogs.

My mom laughed light-heartedly, "No but I think this may be much batter."

With that she produced a medium sized midnight blue velvet box—it looked like it could hold a necklace— from under the newspaper my father usually read in the mornings. My mouth formed a small 'o' shape as she handed me the box. I was about to shake the box but decided against it, for fear of breaking what may be in it. I opened up and my eyes widened as I picked up the shiny new keys my new Bentley. I screeched , before bolting for the front of the house and flinging open the heavy okay door that stood between me and my car. I was vaguely aware of my family watching me with smiles as my mouth , literally, dropped open and my eyes got even wider.

I stood gaping at the new cherry red 2015 Continental GT Speed Convertible. I spun around on my heel and looked to my parents before throwing my arms around them dramatically.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I yelled over and over to them as though it was some sort of mantra, "I love it! Thank you!" I had just let them go when Jon began to grumble.

"Y'know I helped pick it out," he pouted, crossing his big arms over his muscly chest.

I practically skipped over to him and stood on the tips of my toes to give him a big wet kiss on the cheek and thank him as well. This was kind of hard considering he was almost 6'5 and I was barely hitting the 5'4 mark.

After letting him go I, along with everyone else, went back inside to finish breakfast and prepare for the day.

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Since we got up at 6 this morning and went through all the festivities of the morning, I still had a little over an hour get ready—since school started at eight. After showering, brushing my teeth, and taking the time to put my unruly curls to a side part it was only around 7:10. Good thing school is only about 5 minutes away, I thought to myself. I waltzed into my fantastically huge walk in closet. I was in there for 15 minutes before finally deciding on an outfit.

I walked out feeling confident in my high waisted Jeremy Scott striped multi color pencil skirt, that reached almost mid thigh, 4 inch black lace up wedges, and a crop top that showed a slither of my pale, but toned, stomach. Thank you cheerleading, I thought to myself with a smirk. I took a couple of seconds to admire my body. I had filled out in the last few years, I was finally a B cup and had a pretty nice ass, thanks to cheerleading again. I smiled to myself.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand next to my king sized bed and saw that it read 7:43. I decided to put a minimal amount of make up on—mascara, lip gloss, and a little concealer. Letting my bright red curls tumble down to just above my bum. I smacked my lips twice for good measure before picking up the brown messenger bag I use for school—double checking that I had my sketch book and wallet— and taking my iPhone off of its charger and sticking it in the front pocket of my bag.

"Jon!" I yelled once I finally emerged from my room, pushing heart shaped diamond studs through my ears, and walking downstairs in search of my sibling. I finally found him waiting for me by the front door, smirking.

"You rang?" He ask dramatically and fell into a deep bow. I rolled my eyes at his antics and took in his appearance. He had on dark was jeans, a checkerboard button up —rolled up to the elbows— that was open so you could see the black tank top underneath, and his custom all black high top Giuseppe's.

After I was done scrutinizing I finally had to tell him, "I approve." I put my hand on his head and tousled his pale blond locks, and that was all it took for him to get a dopey grin on his face and hand me the keys to my new car.

I squealed and practically snatched the keys from his had before calling goodbyes to my parents and Claudia. They were soon returned and then we were out the door and since is was almost 90 degrees we got to ride with the top down. As soon as we were onto the street I put the petal to the metal and gave a wide grin when I saw the tank was full.

Beside me Jon was telling me about some new kid who was looking to join the football team and was somewhat of a douche. Seeing as he was captain and quarterback he would get the last say. But I couldn't let that stop me from having the best junior year EVER. I grinned, Alicante High School here we come.