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First thing's first. The nicknames. I have never read a fic where these particular names were used. I've heard Goldie Locks and Pipi, Casanova and Spitfire, Cowardly Lion, Firewire, Red, Strawberry Shortcake. I've even heard Clary referred to as Little Bit (Which is my dogs name and what my cousin calls me) but I've never ever seen these two nicknames. I've read ddpjclaf's Turbulence and Covert Casanova and saw her rant at the beginning of one of her chapters and I want to make this very clear; I thought long and hard about these nicknames so please, if you decided to use them after reading this give me credit. And if you thought about them first I didn't steal them I thought of it all on my own. (Just so happens I love that book and movie) Thank you.
Also this is my first non-OC story. I've never had to envelope myself in a certain character before and I'm not quite sure how I plan on doing it, but I've got the first few chapter planned out. Also tell me how I'm doing. This is the first Clace fic I'm writing and I'm hoping to make it a good one. I've read so many and thought I would add to them, but anyways you all want to get onto the story. (Wow I never write super long into author's notes. *pats self on back* I'm getting better at this) Anyways story time .
The full moon was high over head, casting pale light onto a large farm that sat just outside of Idris. A girl with bright red curls was leading a mare and her colt out to a corral for the night. Something her father had asked her to do, for some unknown reason. The rest of the horses were in the stables munching on their dinner and these two were to be left outside. Clary didn't dwell on this too much. She did as she was asked, and was expected to without question. She had just made it into the corral and shut the gate behind them as she began to take of the lead ropes.
"Clary! Foods done!" A voice called from the house. It was her mother telling her to hurry. She left the lead ropes on a post inside the gate. She slammed the gate shut behind her, knowing it would close from the force and ran back to the house as fast as her legs could carry her. She was on the porch a moment later and her mother smiled at her. The soft yellow glow from the porch light causing their hair to look more orange than red. Clary cast a second glance back to the corral, the gate was shut before she entered the house.
Clary sat upright in her bed. Sweat making her unruly curls look even worse. She sighed and laid her head back down. The clock next to her bed innocently said 5:56. Clary groaned and sat up once more. The sky was barely lit by the coming sunrise and Clary would not be able to force herself back to sleep. She forced her self from the sanctuary known as her bed and into her en-suite bathroom. She turned the hot water on using her hand to check if the temperature was right. She discarded her pajamas before stepping into the shower. She tamed her curls and stepped out of the shower as she wrapped a fluffy black towel around her chest. She shuffled around her room to get dressed in a pair of dark blue boot cut jeans and a shirt Simon had given her for her seventeenth birthday that said Fear not. I'm a Country Girl. Clary pulled a black and white plaid button down on over it. She rolled up the sleeves to her elbows and went to de-frizz her mop of a head.
After brushing the curls and adding a heap of got2b's glossy Anti-Frizz serum they looked presentable to the general public. (AN I love this stuff it works wonders) Clary pulled on a pair of black Chucks and headed for the kitchen. She only heard silence and let out a sigh. Her mother didn't get up early anymore to cook breakfast like she used to on the farm. Now she slept in until the kids were off to school to make her and Luke breakfast.
"Hey kiddo," Luke called from the living room where he had been reading. A copy of Stephen King's The Stand was laying on the coffee table.
"Hey Luke. I couldn't sleep," Clary told him as she began to make herself some cereal.
"Excited?" Luke asked as he came into the kitchen to pour himself another cup of coffee.
"No," Clary huffed and shook her head with a shaky breath.
"Worried?" Luke asked again.
"Kinda. I mean it's the same thing as always. What if the teachers don't like me? What if the students are complete imbeciles? They're all going to be super rich kids with nice cars and perfect hair. I really hope some of them at least have a brain," Clary told Luke quietly. She didn't want to wake her mother or Simon up just yet. She just wanted the day to pass quickly, for no one to talk to her so that she could just come home and go right back to bed. She heard a door upstairs open and close, then the shower turned on. Simon was up. Clary finished her cereal then put the bowl in the sink after looking at the clock that stated 6:45. She walked upstairs and put on what little make-up she wore everyday. Beige cream eyeshadow, brown eyeliner, light bronzer, and clear lip gloss. She assessed her over all appearance before walking back down the stairs.
"You feel ready for this?" Luke asked from the couch in the living room where he'd been before. Clary went and sat next to him, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Does it really matter?" She asked him without a second thought.
"I guess not," Luke shrugged as he put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a hug. "But you'll fit right in," He told her and Clary forced herself to nod. The bathroom door swung open up stairs and Clary heard Simon descending the stairs. Clary turned to see her awkward 'brother' making his way toward the kitchen with a goofy smile on his face. Jocelyn had adopted Simon soon after marrying Luke when Clary was 10. They had been best friends since the day Jocelyn had told her they were going to be siblings.
"Clare-bear? Is there anything good to eat in here?" Simon asked.
"Lucky Charms, or the dust bunnies under the counter," She told him and he chuckled. Clary removed herself from Luke's side and sat at the breakfast bar while Simon fixed him a bowl of Lucky Charms.
"So about those dust bunnies?" Simon said suggestively while raising one of his eyebrows causing Clary to laugh. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said Made in Brooklyn under a jean jacket. Clary watched as Simon pushed his brown hair out of his face and concentrated on finding a spoon in the silverware drawer. They had been best friends they'd been brother and sister. They got along better than most siblings. Clary cast a glance at the clock and it said 7:05.
"Hurry up and eat. We need to leave soon," Clary told him as she ran to grab her backpack and her gray messenger from her room. Her backpack was green with doodles all over it in Sharpie, she'd had the backpack since her ninth grade year. She grabbed the keys to her Nissan off her dresser and checked her hair one last time. When she came back down the stairs Simon was still eating. She sat down on a bar stool once more and received a questioning look from Simon.
"What's up?" He asked as he began drinking the milk from the bowl.
"Just nervous," She told him and he nodded.
"I'll be right there next to you Fray," Simon smiled at her.
"I know you will be," She shook her head and took a deep breath. "Let's just get going," Clary told him and he tossed his bowl in the sink.
"Gotcha," He ran back upstairs and came back a moment later with his black backpack.
"Be good," Luke tried to sound stern then started chuckling. Clary fought the urge to tell him no.
"Can do," Simon smiled as he walked out the front door, Clary trailing behind him. She unlocked her black Nissan and put her bag in the backseat. She backed out of the driveway and sped off toward school. Hoping that no one was a car fanatic and noticed her car. To her dismay, she didn't get her wish. People stared at her as she found a parking space and Clary sighed.
"Here we go," She breathed.
"Should of asked for your mom's car," Simon laughed. Clary shook her head as she got out of the car.
"Is that a 1999 Nissan-" Clary cut the boy off. His brown eyes wide at the sight of her prize.
"Skyline GTR-R34. Yeah it is," Clary smirked, she hated when people would stare but loved to talk about the car.
"Could I.. um.." He seemed nervous and Clary wanted to roll her eyes.
"I have class," She locked the car and walked away from him, Simon on her heels with both of their backpacks. Clary loved cars, despite growing up on a farm. Her uncle was a mechanic and she remembered helping him working on cars when she was little, it was one of her favorite past time. It was at that moment that she saw something she would never forget. The most beautiful thing she'd ever laid eyes on. A flat black 1970 Dodge Charger was facing her and Clary almost stopped to stare. She'd loved the car since the first Fast and Furious movie was released. The lovely appearance of the car was tarnished by a couple making out on the hood, more than likely putting a dent in it. Clary rolled her eyes. The boy obviously owned the car, wearing a black leather jacket and white t-shirt. He let go of the Asian girl in his arms and pulled away from her, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Clary strangely thought he could double as Ponyboy from the Outsiders.
"Darwin would be rolling in his grave," Simon murmured.
"So would the Dodge Brothers," Clary said shaking her head.
Clary made her way into the school and began searching for her and Simon's first period Chemistry class. Once they found it they both took a seat at the back of the room. When the bell rang Clary put her head on her desk wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. She heard people coming into the classroom one by one.
"Did you see that Skyline?" A boy asked coming in the room.
"Yeah I wonder how they got it through customs. Unless its here illegally," Another boy said.
"Then why would someone drive it to school?" The first boy asked. Clary glanced up at the boys, both had black hair. One was wearing a football jersey for the school and the other was in a plain gray T-shirt.
"I bet they got up to code, otherwise it wouldn't be here," The football player stated. The other boy went silent and took a seat. Clary should have known the car would demand attention. These rich kids were drooling over it, since it was illegal here in the US.
"Cheer up Clare-bear," Simon poked her from his seat to her left.
"I just want to go home. Go back to sleep," She griped.
"I know but you can't. Now wake up," Simon poked her again, and she lifted her head to glare at him. It was at that moment when Ponyboy walked in with his girlfriend. Clary rolled her eyes as he sat down behind the football player. The bell screamed that it was time to start class and their teacher walked in. A middle aged man, his hair thin and gray. He was tall and somewhat lanky from Clary's seat. He wore suit and was holding a clip board to his chest.
"Hello and welcome to Chemistry 2, I'll be your professor for the year, Mr. Penhallow," He gave a strained smile and began calling roll. "Clarissa Fray?"
"Clary and here," She answered.
"Simon Fray,"
"Here" Simon answered. Simon had changed his name when he was adopted so that life would be a bit easier. He continued to call a few more names before Clary paid any attention.
"Jonathan Christopher Herondale?" The first two names hit Clary harder than she thought they would. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again.
"Jace and here," Ponyboy raised his hand. The teacher wrote his name down and continued, but Clary wasn't listening. People were just raising their hands.
"Isabelle Lightwood?" A girl with pin straight black hair rose her hand.
"Here," she said. She looked like a super model.
"Aline Penhallow.. here" He didn't wait for her to answer and Clary wanted to roll her eyes.
"Caleb Trueblood?"
"Here," The boy who'd been talking to the football player answered him now.
"Sebastian Verlac?"
"Here," The football player answered.
"Good now that all of you are here I can pass out a syllabus," He gave the stack of papers to Ponyboy and told him to pass them out. When he handed Clary a paper he smiled at her.
"Enjoy the view this morning?" He asked suggestively.
"Yeah. I love the paint job on your car, but I would have gone with white," She told him with a smile. He was taken back by her comment and handed Simon a paper before turning to go back up the aisle. Simon chuckled lowly.
"Narcissistic isn't he?" He asked.
"Yeah," Clary rolled her continued on quickly as did the rest of her day until she arrived in her advanced dance class fourth period. She changed into her dance clothes, boy shorts and a tank top, and waited for the rest of the class to come out. The girl from Chemistry came out, the super model, Clary couldn't exactly remember her name, but she came up to Clary with a smile.
"I didn't take you for much of a dancer," The girl smiled, trying not to be offensive.
"Eleven years," Clary smiled and began stretching.
"I'm Isabelle by the way," She smiled at Clary as she began stretching as well.
"Clary," She stated her own name.
"Oh I know who you are. Word gets around school pretty fast," Clary thought she was talking about her car. "I mean come on, your brother is totally hot," Isabelle told her and Clary almost started choking. Clary laughed at this point. She doubled over almost crying.
"You mean Simon? Nerd with the brown hair?" Clary asked.
"Yeah," Isabelle seemed taken back by Clary's reaction.
"I've never heard anyone call him that," Clary laughed again. She stretched again and shook her head.
"Really?" Isabelle seemed shocked.
"He just grew like a foot over the summer now everyone thinks he's hot," Clary chuckled at the last word.
"Well he is," Isabelle spoke again as the teacher came in. They began with stretches and the beginnings of a routine before they all had to shuffle into the dressing room to change. Her dance class covered her gym, so she didn't have to worry about gym. Clary made her way to lunch and found Simon among the bodies.
"You will never guess what I heard?" Clary stated as she sat next to her brother.
"What? Something about your car?" He asked rolling his eyes as he took a bite out of a pb&j sandwich.
"Nope. About you," Clary pointed to the male in question while popping the 'p'.
"What?" She had caught Simon's interest now.
"People here apparently find you very attractive," Clary chuckled and Simon looked at her wide eyed.
"You lie," He took a bite out of his sandwich again.
"No, I heard it from a very reliable source. A very cute girl," Clary smiled at him.
"Who was it," Simon asked and Clary rolled her eyes.
"I can't tell you that," Clary wasn't going to give Izzy up.
"Yeah, whatever," Simon rolled his eyes. Just then a girl with shoulder length brown hair came over and blushed before turning around and almost running back to her friends.
"You were saying?" Clary gave Simon a knowing look.
"Whatever Fray," Simon turned back to his food. She nudged him with her elbow and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What? Are you going to tell me I'm going to be rich when I get older? Because I won't believe that one. Or am I going to be a rat?" Simon smirked at Clary.
"No I was going to say 'you have peanut butter on your chin' but I guess I'll let you walk around with it like that," Clary rolled her eyes and began on her own sandwich.
Clary couldn't wait for this day to be over.
Okay Sooooo. Clary is calling Jace Ponyboy because in the book/movie The Outsiders Ponyboy bleaches out his hair and it reminds her of Jace. It's one of my favorite books so please don't hate me! I love you all.
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