A/N: New CLACE story! Fair warning, there is some swearing! Anyway enjoy!

A new year, a new me.

As cliché as that sounds it was true. Last year I was the little defenseless girl who lost everything. I lost my mom, my dad, my brother and even my home. I now have nothing left. Sure you would think that if that happened to yourself that you would probably want to end your life, but no. I made a promise. A promise that my family made on their death bed. It was their dying wish for me to live my life to the fullest. And that is exactly what I intend to do.

No more will I be a defenseless girl; no more will I let people pick on me. I am gonna be a new and improved Clary. A bad ass one if you will.

I'm gonna start my life over. Have a brand new start, a new chapter in a brand new book. I'm gonna live life to the fullest.

*SATURDAY*

I just moved all my things over to my new apartment in New York. After living my life in Seattle this was gonna be a new change. But it was a good change, a change that I needed if I wanted to live my life to the fullest.

My apartment was nice and cozy. Perfect for me.

There were two bedrooms, a good size living room and kitchen along with a nice dining room.

I used one of the bedrooms as an art room; it's where I set up my various easels and all my paintings and paints. If someone were to walk in they'd probably think it looked like a museum with all the things I've painted. In that room there was a huge window that faced a little park that had a fountain. It was a great place to draw and paint to get inspiration.

The other bedroom I used to actually sleep in. It had an ensuite bathroom and a walk in closet. One part of the bedroom wall was a floor to ceiling window, it let in so much natural light, and it was truly amazing. Although instead of a park it showcased the busy streets of New York, but I didn't mind.

The kitchen opened up to the living room so if I wanted to, I could cook and also entertain guest if need be, but I highly doubt I'd have anyone over. The appliances were stainless steel and the counter tops were white marble. Everything in that kitchen was the best of the best.

Right next to the kitchen there was a huge white wooden table that seated 8 people. Over the table there was a nice sized crystal chandelier. After looking at that I couldn't stop myself from singing that new chandelier song.

The floors of the entire house were a black wood and the walls were all white.

The furniture was a nice warm beige color. The living room sunk down about three steps; it had a nice white fluffy carpet where the beige couches sat upon it. There was a huge TV plastered on the wall and a stereo system right beneath it. The living room, like most of the house had huge windows that let in so much natural light. It truly was amazing, the view that surrounded my new house. New York was beginning to grow on me.

The house looked like a modernized home. It suited me perfectly.

If you assumed that I'm rich, then you are partly right. After my family died, I inherited everything. Well almost everything, I was still a minor so I couldn't get everything yet.

If you're wondering how old I am, let me save you the trouble. Last year I was a 16 year old junior in high school. A year later, I am now 17 almost turning 18 soon, but I'm a senior.

I know it's kind of weird for a girl to live on her own, but trust me when I say I can handle myself.

Ever since the tragedy of my family I took it upon myself to be able to protect myself from anything. So I mastered karate, taekwondo, jiu-jitsu, martial arts, throwing knives, hand-to-hand combat, shooting guns, boxing, kick boxing, archery, swordsmanship and everything you can think of. I know you might think that's it's impossible but I have track record that proved that everything I said was the truth.

If I knew what I knew now, I'm 100 percent sure I could have saved my family. It was truly a tragedy, what happened to them. But there is nothing I can do for them now other than grant their wishes.

I sighed as I finally finished putting away the utensils in the kitchen. Now it was real, everything was put away and now I can begin my new life.

I grabbed a vase and put it in the middle of the marble counter top island. Even if I wanted to hide it I still was girly at heart. Every Saturday I would go to the flowers shop down the street of my house in Seattle and buy flowers to put in a vase on the kitchen table before my family came home. It was like a tradition that they loved. I always brought a new type of flower every Saturday; they always told me that it brightened their start of the weekend. I just made me happy that they liked it.

I sighed once again as I looked at the empty vase. It was just me now, no one to make happy but myself.

"I guess I should go to a flower shop" I whispered as I walked into my room straight into the closet to scout for something to wear.

It was pretty chilly outside so I will have to dress appropriately.

I settled on a pair of fitted blue jeans and a long sleeve v neck shirt that was white. Over that I threw on an old black leather jacket that my brother gave me for my birthday and matched it with a pair of black combat boots. I grabbed my favorite black beanie and sunglasses and headed out the front door with my purse and keys and went down into the parking lot.

I pulled my purse strap over my shoulder and let it rest between my breasts and lay on my hip. I grabbed my helmet off of my black ninja 600 motorcycle and put it over my head. My long red hair hung at my sides as I slipped onto the bike turning the key and turning it on.

I whipped out my phone to check for the nearest flower shop and saw that there was one not too far from where I now lived. I put the phone back in my purse and set off.

*15 minutes later*

I just picked up some red roses and decided that I was hungry. I looked up on my phone for the nearest café and saw one named Java Jones; it was a block away so I hopped on my bike and rode to it.

I took my helmet off and set in on my bike and dug into my purse for my beanie. Let's just say I wasn't have a great hair day. I grabbed the flowers and stuck my keys in my purse and walked in.

As I entered the door chimed. I was immediately met but the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

I walked up the register and placed my order of a Grande 5 pump white chocolate mocha with a vanilla scone. The barista just looked and me curiously. But I only shrugged. What can I say, living in the coffee central city of Seattle you learn to love coffee.

I walked over to the end of the counter and leaned on the edge waiting for my order. I looked around and saw a lot of people that appeared to be my age walking about, talking to each other, or sitting down and enjoying their coffees. I guess this was the place to be. I looked back to the barista and saw that she was almost done. I began examining my nails. I really needed to do something with them, the paint that I used about 2 weeks ago was already chipping off.

"Clary" the barista yelled out as I walked to the register.

"Thanks" I replied picking up my order. I was too excited to even notice the girl that stood directly behind me.

I bumped into her and she ended up spilling her coffee on her legs and the floor.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry" I said as I quickly set down my stuff and went to grab some napkins. I returned and began to dab at her pants.

"What the hell are you doing! Leave me the FUCK ALONE!" the girl yelled.

"She's only trying to help" a girl with jet black hair said as she looked at me with pity.

"I'm so sorry" I repeated as I took my hands off of her.

"You are gonna FUCKING pay for this" she yelled glaring a me.

She had a short bob cut blond hair and she looked like those preppy type of girls that you wanted to punch.

"It was an accident" I yelled. God didn't she understand, it's not like I did it on purpose.

"Oh really! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YELLING AT ME!" she screamed as she raised her hand to slap me.

Big mistake, with my lightning fast reflexes I grabbed her hand and bent it back.

"I don't think that's a good idea" I hissed.

She just looked at me shocked. I could tell this was probably the first time someone had ever stood up to her. Her shock immediately disappeared when the door behind me chimed open.

I turned around to see what she was looking at.

My eye balls could have fallen out of its sockets. Standing a few feet in front of me was a god. He looked like a god or maybe an angel. I don't know but all I wanted to do was sketch his face.

He had a nice angular face, high cheek bones, plump lips, killer eye lashes and golden eyes. His face was framed my golden locks that matched his eyes. He was beautiful. He wore a pair of black fitted jeans, a white v neck t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He had on a pair of black converse and a pair of aviator shades rested on his head.

I stopped staring when I felt the girl twist out of my hands and run to that guy.

Great, she was probably his girlfriend or something. Gosh, how I hated life.

"Jacey! Look what that girl did to me!" she pouted as she wrapped an arm around his neck.

He just smiled and pulled her closer to him. He turned to me and wrapped an arm around that girl.

"So she did this to you" he said as he tilted his head looking me up and down.

I felt like he was eye raping me or something. But I just held my ground and clenched my fists together and spoke.

"I told you it was an accident" I glared at the girl.

"Whatever! You totally did it on purpose!" she yelled as she leaned into that guy.

He raised an eyebrow and walked forward to me. I could smell his scent. He smelt of strong manly cologne. God how I loved the scent of cologne.

I took a step back to put some distance between us.

He reached out a tugged on one of my curls in my hair. I just swatted his hand away. What the hell does he think he's doing.

"Ooh, feisty. I like feisty" he said licking his lips.

What the hell. Wasn't his girlfriend right behind him. Was he seriously trying to flirt with me.

"Uh no" I stated coldly.

"Oh baby, don't be so mean. Trust me I can make all your dreams come true" he whispered as he came closer to me.

What the hell. Okay, this guy is kinda creepy. But he's just so hot that it makes me confused.

"My name's Jace. Jace lightwood. What's yours red?" he asked as he reached for my hair again.

I stepped back out of his reach and grabbed my coffee and scone and flowers.

"None of your business" I said as I walked out of the coffee shop.

I put my scone and flowers into my bag and placed my coffee in a little cup holder that I had custom made when I bought the bike. I turned in on. But before I left I glanced back into the shop.

Everyone in there was staring and me. The blond girl glared and me, while the black haired one looked like she was sorry. Then there was that guy Jace. He just smirked at me. I looked at him and swore that he was staring into my soul. I quickly looked down and picked both my feet up and sped away.

God, I already know I'm gonna be the talk of the school come Monday.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! R&R and let me know if i should continue. And don't worry about my other stories, i will continue to write those along with this one! Thanks!

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