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Waking up on Tuesday always made me want to throw up. Tuesday is unique in its utter awfulness due to a number of variables lining up perfectly to create my least favorite day of the week. The unique Tuesday experience was caused by the miraculous alignment of both a sweaty and uncomfortable co-ed gym class followed by forty difficult minutes of study-hall across from the legendary Clary Fray. The same Clary Fray that I haven't talked to since Isabelle Lightwood told her that I like-liked her in second grade. I still kind of like-liked her to be honest. In fact I did a little bit more than like-like her. My closest friends have called me anything from "in love with her" to "obsessed."

That Tuesday was also going to be especially awful, I remembered as I pulled myself out of bed, because I had to wait in the rain for Alec after school. Alec and I had been an uncommon pair since we first spotted one another at age eleven. Alec had always been larger and bulkier than me where as I was more academically gifted. Unfortunately that meant he always got more attention than I did from girls. I wasn't an idiot. I knew why the ladies were chasing after him. Anyone could recognize the tall, dark, and handsome thing he had going on, and notice they did. I wasn't a bad looking guy, in fact I was pretty damn hot, but I was always overshadowed by Alec. I never really minded either, for whatever reason I was always had the image of Clary Fray on my arm keeping me from going after any other girls.

When I got to the front doors of the school I was already fifteen minutes late to AP Calculus. I had dented my car by pulling out of my driveway and hitting my neighbor's trashcan. Any other day I would have been fine, but it wasn't any other day. It was Tuesday and I was already pissed. I ran through the halls to my locker like a jackrabbit on crack, quickly and with an unusual rhythm. I didn't care if I hit anyone so long as I got to class with time enough to get the homework assignment for that night. It didn't matter so much that I wasn't learning what Mr. Garroway was teaching, I probably already knew the topic like the back of my hand.

With all of ten minutes of class left I arrived at room 211, winded and proud of myself. I quietly slipped into my desk behind my favorite life-ruiner Isabelle Lightwood. Not only was she Alec's little sister (making us practically siblings) she was also the incredibly annoying consumer of all things vapid. I carefully placed my books down on her hair that was draped across my desk so that when she tried to stand her hair would pull her back down. It wouldn't actually hurt her but it would be pretty damn funny. I had suffered worse at her hands over the years anyways.

"Why are you so late?" Isabelle hissed while pulling her long brown hair from under my books and turning around.

"I hit a trashcan on my way out this morning, no big deal. What's the homework?" I responded, disappointed my clever hair trick was ineffective.

"Page five-forty, eight through thirty-nine evens." Isabelle announced as she pointed to the board. "Anyways, did you hear about what happened with Clary Fray? She totally punched Sebastian in the face. I don't know why, but he probably deserved it, slimy little…"

"Wait what about Clary Fray?" I interrupted.

"Don't sound too interested Jacey-Spacey" She drawled, a maniacal grin plastered on her face along with her bubblegum pink lip-gloss. "Someone might accidentally let slip that you think Clary is a bombshell in art later today. I mean it's the truth right? What is it? Her sparkling green eyes? Her long red hair? Her hot little bod? Does she get you off at night Jace?" Her teasing was relentless as well as painfully true.

"How crass. Does she get you off Isabelle? Are you deflecting again?" I grinned at my own wit.

"Nah"

"Nah?"

"I prefer brunettes, Samantha Lewis is pretty cute though." She giggled manically. The queen of comebacks needed to be crowned. All hail Isabelle Lightwood.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Gym was excruciating as always and study hall was painfully awkward. I was almost positive Isabelle said something to Clary but it's not like I was going to ask her about it.

Here's the thing about Clary Fray, she's beautiful in a completely oblivious way. Like a princess among peasants; A goddess among mortals. She's also completely and totally unavailable. Clary had a strict no-dating policy to go along with her 'try me' attitude. She was intimidating to a smart man and a challenge to a stupid one. Many a badass has tried to get into her boot-cut jeans and each one has been shut down with one witty remark from her candy apple lips. Thank god I wasn't stupid enough to try because my pride probably couldn't take it.

Once I had finally corralled Alec into my dented 2000 Ford Taurus I breathed a sigh of relief. One more Tuesday down, Wednesday ahead. As we sped down Main Street, Alec fiddled with the radio and started wailing along to some Top 50 shit circa the early 1980s. By the time we pulled up to the Lightwood McMansion I had a synthesizer induced headache. I quickly turned the radio to an alternative station and turned in the direction of my own house.

That's when I heard the scream. It was high pitched and definitely feminine however it wasn't reminiscent of a bad horror movie in the slightest. To say the least, it gave me chills. I quickly turned my car in the direction of the scream and pushed the gas as far as it would go. I wasn't thinking anymore. I didn't have time to think, any moment I wasted meant another broken bone to repair or another punch to the jaw.

As I approached the back of what looked like a nightclub, I found that a slight figure wearing a gray hoodie was trapped under what looked to be a pile of chain-link fence. I instinctively went to lift the fences off of who I assumed was a young girl around my age or maybe younger. My effort was ineffective, the fence didn't budge. In a quick swoop Clary Fray's amazingly green eyes peered at me through her dark auburn eyelashes. She was glaring at me. Even her glare could take my breath away. I tried once again to move the fence, I relaxed the muscles in my arms and breathed trough my nose twice before lifting all of the fences up and over my head.

"What the fuck are you doing? How the hell are you doing that?" Clary screamed at me her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. I tried to toss the fences to my feet and ended up tossing them twenty feet down the alley like they were made of paper and not insanely heavy metal. I stared at my hands my mouth agape and then looked into Clary's eyes.

"Are you okay" I whispered in shock.

"I didn't need for you to save me, I could have taken care of that myself. Why don't you go back to wherever you came from" Malice appearing suddenly in her voice. Her glare was burning a hole into my face.

Faster than the blink of an eye she leapt into the air, falling gracefully into a silver hole that had popped out from under her foot. She was gone leaving only a runic symbol that looked like a diamond with two wings sprouting from the tip. This Tuesday was worse than usual by a long shot.