This is a new idea that I have been toying around with for a while. I have no idea where this is leading but will really like your take on the first chapter. So please don't be a silent reader.

Clary flicked her silky, voluminous red tresses over her shoulder. She gripped the heavy book between her chin and her shoulder and her phone sideways in her mouth, using her lips to sheath her teeth, and tried to open her jammed locker which refused to budge. She was suddenly relieved of her precarious situation when two hand took her book from under her chin and gently pulled her phone from between her lips. She breathed a sigh of relief and straightened herself from the awkward way she was crunching her body to maintain the delicate balance. She turned around to see her best friend Isabelle standing beside her with a pile of books in her hands, her book had also made it's way onto that pile, and both of their phones on top. She grinned at Clary and shifted the pile on her hand to keep it from slipping.

"Now you have to open my locker too." she said, signing towards the load she was standing there with.

"I can't even get mine opened." Clary replied, pulling on the locker handle fruitlessly. She moved on to Isabelle's locker and it opened at once without causing any trouble. Clary turned towards Isabelle and took her books from under her own one and shoved them into the locker and shut the door at once earning a protest from her best friend who immediately handed her book and phone to her and reopened her locker and retrieved a pack of face wipes and ripped it and took one out and placed it on her face, breathing through it.

Clary swiped her forehead free of sweat. She just couldn't with the Idris heat. The sun felt like it was gonna eat the whole earth up, she couldn't wait to go seek the reprieve from this heat in her air conditioned car. Being a public school, Shadow High School wasn't centrally air-conditioned. If only her locker would open.

"Why don't you call one of those show offs? Their overly built muscles should at least be of some use to us." Izzy said, jerking her chin toward the group of football players of the school who were talking with a few girls, rather showing their body off and letting those girls admire their muscles. "You dated one of them, right?"

"Nope. Not one, a few of them, actually."

Izzy looked at her and smirked.

From the way they were dressed, anyone would think that they were the sluts of the school, not only their attire but their actions also will allude to that fact. Isabelle was wearing an off white crop top with no sleeves, not even straps, and a short skirt that was almost non-existent. Clary wore a light green tank top which complemented her emerald eyes and shorts that were actually decent. Her hair was pinned up to prevent the strands from falling on her face and the rest was hanging down to the middle of her back. Isabelle's hair was done in a tight bun which made her look more fierce than she usually looked. She was very tall and the creamy skin of her long shapely legs were on display. After many dress code breaking detentions, even the teachers had given up and let them dress as they wanted as long as they didn't show up wearing see through plastics or only pasties and thongs. Both of their make-ups were light due to the heat.

"Hey, Bitches!" called Kaelie, one of the popular girls of the school. Kaelie was very pretty with her blonde hair and blue eyes but her attitude took all that virtue away. Clary and Izzy were also in the popular group and acted that way to hold their status.

Isabelle waved with her fingers and Clary blew a kiss at her. Kaelie and her posse walked away towards the parking lot. Izzy rolled her eyes behind their back and turned to a grinning Clary.

"These days I don't even know why we tolerate them." Izzy said.

"Those makeovers cost money and our dads are not rich enough so we need rich boys and they are experts at scoring rich kids who are too dumb to live." Clary said as if she was reciting from a poem she had learnt by heart.

"That is why you are my best friend. You always remind me why I do all the distasteful things I do." Izzy said, trying to pull Clary into a hug but getting deferred by a poke in her stomach from the book she was still holding. "Oof! Go get that Sebastian or Jonathan, whoever you dated last to get locked opened for you."

Clary laughed and went to do as she had asked.

Clary pushed through to the heart of the crowd where she knew that she would find her latest fling, rather purse, being hero worshipped by other girls. She looked around and realised that between herself, Izzy and the other popular girls, they had gone through the whole football team once. That was bad news. Once the boys got to know that they won't actually put out and were using them for their money, they usually steer clear. Given that there were idiots between them who didn't even realise that they were being treated as human ATMs and continue buzzing around them like flies until they got bored and swatted them away. Clary was all for the money but the idiocy just got too much for her sometimes. Izzy and she was like that. That is why they tried to stick with one longer than the other girls. Kaelie and her posse were dumb too so they didn't really have a problem and actually didn't talk with the boys, preferring their bodies. Izzy and Clary didn't actually sleep around. They just pretended to so that they can hold up a reputation and score good money.

Sebastian was standing with the ball under his arms and running his hands through his black hair which flexed his biceps. He was a fine specimen and very smart too. He had lasted with Clary for the longest but he was too intense. She put her flirtatious smirk on and approached him.

"Could you come help me with something?" she asked innocently. Guys like Sebastian digged that.

"Anything for you baby." He gave the ball to someone else . Clary caught a few glares from the girls around her but shook it off. "Although you broke my heart." he said dramatically clutching his chest. Clary rolled her eyes at him, knowing that it will irritate him.

"My locker is stuck, could you open it?" she said, coming to the actual issue. Sebastian made as to go with her but then stopped and pulled another guy from he crowd surrounding them. Clary noticed that he was new there and absolutely couldn't be on the team with his built but lean body. He was probably a new kid who had made the cut to be with the popular guys. This was good news. New fish. He was not hard on the eyes either, instead he was all gold. Golden hair which was a bit too long for her taste, she liked buzzcuts and its variations, but it seemed very soft from afar. He was tall, taller than Sebastian who was quite taller than her, so he towered over all of them. The only one probably equally tall like him was Izzy's brother Alec Lightwood who was on the team but kept very quiet and was never seen with girls. The guy had a typical rich kid smirk and held himself carelessly but held a certain stance that suggested that he wouldn't take more than a second to go from the laid back attitude to fight ready. He was looking at Sebastian, waiting for his next words.

"Let's let Jace do it. After all belonging with us takes a certain charm and chivalry."

"I think I have enough charm for this whole town." Jace spoke with a lightness but also certainty that invited no argument. Clary knew at once that this kid was gonna be fun, she will have to get to him before Kaelie did.

"So you won't help a damsel in distress?" she said, coyly.

Jace's eyes sharply focussed on her. Her breath caught at the pure gold that his eyes seemed to be made of.

"Well, if you put it that way, the gentleman in me can't resist." he said, with his head cocked to one side and that smirk permanently pasted on his face. He broke away from Sebastian and the others and walked towards her lazily. The crowd parted for them to go through, from the corner of eyes she could see Sebastian watching them closely. When he stood right in front of her, she understood how tall he actually was. Even with four inch heels, she was significantly smaller than him, without heels she would probably break her neck looking up. He smelt of something, deo probably, which was sending her head into a frenzy and she almost forgot how to breathe when he leaned down and stared right into her eyes with those molten golds. "Lead the way, miss." he whispered.

She snapped back into her senses and spun around and looked at the ground to catch her breath and saw a curious Isabelle standing near the lockers with one eyebrow. She tried to control her breathing and the blood rushing to her face. She had seen so many handsome boys, played almost all of them and never had this reaction.

'Not a big deal, just a first reaction to the first gilded person she witnessed in her life.' she thought.

Jace asked for her combination and pulled the door open with a little force and stood aside inviting her to do her work with a hand in the locker's direction. She put the book in, which she didn't realise she was holding onto for dear life, and took a step back to close the locker, feeling that she was walking into the personal space of a warm body which smelled heavenly. After she closed her locker and turned around to thank him, he placed a long finger on her lips and leaned in towards her ear and said "Nice working with you,...?"

"Clary." she blurted out.

He laughed a little and concluded "..Clary."

Clary stood there looking at the tall golden figure walking with light graceful steps towards the group he was actually standing in, unaware of Isabelle walking towards the exit gate.

'No biggie,' she thought 'I just need to have a go with him and get it out of my system. That look needs maintenance so he had to be loaded. A quick in and out.'

She followed Izzy's receding figure to the parking lot.

There, the first chapter. Should I continue? Tell me in the reviews. This is not edited.

Love, Thea