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CPOV

"Clary!"

I groaned and pulled the covers higher over my head, trying to block out the fact that I had to get up eventually, and get ready for school. My new school.

"Go away Jon, I'm not going." I mumbled from under the sheets.

How he managed to understand what I said beats me. "Clary, I know you don't want to, but seriously, you have to go, you can't stay here. I won't let you and mom definitely won't let you."

I hear the doorknob twist and the floor boards creek as he enters my room.

"And it'll be good for you." He says softly as he sits on the edge of my bed.

I lower the covers enough just so he can see my eyes. "Schoolwork, grouchy teachers, social hierarchy and cafeteria food is never good for anyone, last I checked."

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he laughs. His white, perfectly straight teeth flash me, and he runs his fingers through his perfectly stylized hair. He always looks perfect. But I guess braces, hair products and every single sport will do that for you.

I run my tongue across my teeth, remembering the fact that two months ago, those horrid metal contraptions were glued to my teeth as well.

"You'll be fine Clare bear. Just remember, I'll be there if you need me." He ruffles my hair and stands, "But I'm leaving in twenty minutes, so you better get ready if you want a ride with you super cool, older brother." He winks and leaves the room.

I sigh and toss the covers aside as the cool, I shiver as unwelcome air assaults my bare legs.

I look around my room. God awful pink walls from the previous owners five-year-old daughter, boxes randomly stacked around the room, since I was too lazy to unpack them in the two days we've been here. I wince at the walls, debating which colour I should repaint. Any colour would be better, but I'm thinking a nice deep green would be nice, maybe wallpaper one wall, with some new modern design.

I sigh again and make my way to the bathroom across the hall, knowing it will probably be awhile before I have time to fully re-do it.

Ten minutes later, I headed down stairs, still trying to brush out the tangles in my wavy hair. I'd wanted to make a good impression on my first day, so I wore my favourite distressed jean capris with a dark blue and gold peasant top. I'd left my red hair down, flowing to my waist, and only put a swipe of mascara on.

I could hear Jon in the kitchen, opening and closing the fridge. I quickly grabbed my converse from the front door, and headed to the kitchen table to put them on.

Jon looks me over and carries his cereal to the table.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing, just mentally calculating all the guys I will have to beat up for hitting on my little sister." He smirks.

I just roll my eyes and get up to grab a granola bar from the cupboard, "Trust me, you will not have to worry about that. Plus, I can handle myself, thank you very much."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." He says as he heads back to the sink.

I don't know if you'd call us rich. We just… inherited money from my dad when he passed away from heart failure. A lot of money. He was a movie producer, so yeah, he was loaded. He divorced my mom when I was two and Jon was three. It was a friendly divorce, they were both fine with it, but my mom got the most custody. We only saw him once or twice a month. He never remarried though, so all of his money was deposited to the three of us. Jon always resented our father for leaving us, and not being the greatest father figure. But he just couldn't seem to part with the fact that his newly inherited money could buy him a nice, new, fancy Mercedes.

I hadn't done much with my money yet. It was just sitting in my bank. And it probably will until I have a good enough reason to use it. Like college or something equally important. As for mom, she opened her own art studio in an up and coming business district in about thirty minutes from our new house. The house we just moved into was about three times bigger than our old one.

It still amazes me how quick Jon and my mom are to use dad's money. True, he wasn't the best dad, or husband, or friend, but I expected them to be a little upset.

When I told Jon this, he just laughed. "Clary, Valentine didn't care about anything except making money, and banging any women he found attractive. Yes, he's the reason we're here, but do you really think he ever truly cared about us?"

After that, I tried to push my father as far away from my thoughts as possible. I didn't know if what Jon was saying was true, but I also didn't know my father. Pushing from my mind just made it all easier.

"Where's mom?" I asked as we got into Jon's shiny Mercedes. I realized I hadn't seen or heard her this morning.

"She went to her studio early, said she's interviewing assistants or something."

"Wow, we've been here for like, two days and I think I've seen her for a total of five minutes." I said dryly

Jon grimaced, "Yeah, and I have a feeling it will be like that for a while."

Great, I though, mom will be at work 24/7 and Jon will be busy will school and probably join every sports team our new school has to offer. Looks like I'm going to have a lot of time to myself.

Jon pulled out of the driveway at break neck speed, causing me to grab the door handle and hold on for dear life.

As we drove through our new neighbourhood, I realized I had no idea where the school was.

It turns out it's only a ten minute drive to the school. If you could call it that. It was huge, three stories, multiple wings and students everywhere.

As soon as we pulled in to the parking lot, students started to stare. Sure, there were other flashy cars, but this one seemed to draw the most attention. The cobalt blue colour didn't help.

I tried to lower myself in the seat, avoiding the gawking stares from everyone.

Jon just chuckled and pulled into a parking space.

I quickly grabbed my bag and got out of the car. Jon and I headed inside the school, walking towards the office to grab our schedules.

While I struggled to avoid all the questioning looks, Jon just smiled and said hi to everyone.

When we got to the office, Jon told the secretary our names and she smiled and handed us our schedules.

"Damn, I'm so screwed." He said as he read me his timetable. "Math, bio, English and physics."

"Haha, sucks for you." I replied as I read mine over. Art, French, bio and Spanish. Fairly easy.

"So are you good? We'll meet back at the car after last period?" Jon asked before we headed in our separate directions.

"Yeah, sounds good. See ya."

I turned around and walked right into a very muscular chest. Warm hands wrapped around my shoulders, steadying me.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking." I said as I began to turn away.

"No, it's okay. No worries." He looks down at my face. "Hey weren't you in that nice blue Mercedes?"

Oh no, "Um yeah, it's my brothers." I say, pointing over my shoulder in the opposite direction. "He's just over-

"Yeah thanks." He says, clearly not needing more of an explanation. "Jace! This way man. Stop flirting with Aline!"

The guy in front of me turns and runs towards my brother, who's almost at the end of the hall.

Then another boy walks around the corner. And I think I stop breathing. And start drooling.

He has the confidence of the hottest male on the planet. He runs his fingers through his gold hair and glances at me startling gold eyes. Then his eyes widen and he stops, in the middle of the hallway and stares at me.

I check to make sure I'm not drooling. Surprise surprise, I'm not.

All of the sudden he blinks and composes himself. He gives me a wicked, melt-your-panties-off player smile, and continues down the hall after the other guy.

Weird.

And my day has only just begun.

Yay! Hope you all liked it! Please review and tell me what you think! What was up with Jace? Weird!

Anyway, have a good day/evening!