This is my first fan fiction, so bear with me here. Thanks for reading!
P.S. Italics in the story are inner thoughts.
"Jace?" "JACE!"
"Holy shit Kaelie, why are you shouting?" I snapped at her, pissed for drawing the attention of everyone in the hall.
"Why am I shouting? Have you been ignoring me Jacey-poo?" Kaelie asked me, making that childish pouty face that she knew I hated. God, she's getting sooo clingy. I rolled my eyes at the ceiling. This had totally been going on for too long.
"Look, Kaelie, here's the thing. This," I said gesturing between the two of us. "It's not working out." One, two, three.
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHH! Jace Herondale, I hope you rot in hell!" Kaelie shouted at me as she stomped off, Aline and Helen running after her like puppies.
I sighed and turned toward the door, watching the students off Alicante high stream through, laughing and talking aimlessly to each other. Kaelie was the fifth one this month. This was also the third time I had dated Kaelie. I don't know why, I mean, she was hot- like drop dead gorgeous- but she was a complete bitch to everyone who didn't kiss her ass, and she was dumb as a door nail. I guess I just needed someone to fill the days.
My adoptive siblings, Isabelle and Alec, saw me standing alone and walked over to me.
"Again, Jace? You could practically build a wall with all the hearts you broken this year alone," Alec scolded me, ever the voice of boorishness.
"Oh please, Alec. I hardly broke her heart. I am the same thing to her as she is to me. A filler of time," I informed him, rolling my eyes at the notion that Kaelie actually liked me. She just wanted to date me because I was hot and popular. I mean, they were both true, but that was not the point.
My popularity should not be overlooked though. I was the most popular guy in the school. Girls wanted to date me- and lots of them did- and guys wanted to be me. If I could've been voted prom king as a junior I would've been.
The kids walking past the three of us in the hall all got out of our way, it was almost as if a huge bubble surrounded us. But to them, it did. Looking at us they saw Jace Herondale, the gorgeous captain of the football and soccer teams, Isabelle Lightwood, the stunning popular girl who had all the guys kissing the ground she walked on, and… Alec Lightwood. Our brother. But it didn't matter if he was popular or not, he hung out with us which was basically the same thing.
Alec and Izzy were talking to each other, occasionally laughing at something the other one said, but I didn't really care to be part of their conversation. I was still watching other students coming in the door, wondering about them. I had always loved being the center of attention, but on days like this when all the drama was just too much I almost wished I wasn't. Almost.
Then I face I didn't know walked in the door. I looked the girl closer, trying to determine if she was new or if she was another sophomore or freshman I didn't know. Then she emerged from the throng of people and I instantly knew she was new. I would've already dated her if she wasn't. All of the students in the hallway stopped whatever they were doing to look at her. Oddly enough, this didn't seem to faze her. She didn't even blush upon noticing that there were a hundred pairs of eyes on her.
She looked amazing though, so I wasn't surprised to find everyone watching her. She had fiery red hair that fell in effortless curls, the greenest eyes I had ever seen, very closely resembling emeralds and a lightly tanned complexion. Her face was soft and yet still angular and sharp, and she had curves. The only thing was that she was short, very short. I would put her height at around 5,5", but damn, did she use every inch of it to her advantage. She was wearing a green tank top that said "Paint me like one of your French girls" on it in white and it perfectly set off her eyes. She had a brown aviator leather jacket on over it and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. She was wearing ripped black skinny jeans and brown combat boots to finish the look. She was holding a sketchbook and had earbuds in, seemingly oblivious to everyone checking her out.
The one weird thing was that she didn't have any makeup on, or at least I couldn't tell if she did. But I could practically see a target being painted on her leather clad back. She was smoking hot, but she was also new, which meant that there would be a lot of girls trying to make her feel small and like a loser. I had a feeling that she wouldn't let them though.