DROWNING

Quick Author's Note Please Read: This is important guys so don't skip it. Oh I know how tempting it is to skim over to the story but please don't. Thanks to those who are reading this. Ok, I have decided to not continue my old story New Life, New Love because it is going to nowhere and I was planning on a happy ending anyway. Please don't hate me. My old name was Wolfstorm77 but I am getting a new account because Wolfstorm77 is a really stupid name. My old story was just a little quick thing that I didn't really spend time on. I plan on writing a better story with more detail in this one. Thanks for your support! Reviews would be nice .

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I'm not Cassandra Clare and I do not own The Mortal Instruments blah blah.

REMEMBER: ALL HUMAN oh hey. Does anyone mind telling me what the heck AU means? I have no idea. Thanks a million!

Clary P.O.V.

I glanced at the red zone coming into view from the corner of my eye through my goggles. That was my cue. I remember my coach repeating these words…you see red and you swim like all hell is breaking loose. Okay? Okay. So that's what I did. I swam like all hell was indeed breaking loose. Now I know what you're thinking…adrenaline rush and swimming faster than ever before, but no. This was nothing like that because I'm not really at a swim meet. I'm at swim practice.

I flipped to the side and slammed my palm against the wall. My practice was done. Finally. I ripped off wretched swim cap that always clung to my hair and pulled a couple strands out sometimes too. F you.

"Well done Clary, I think you're already ready for next month's meet in Sydney. You're gonna cream them," my coach praised me. I nodded, smirking. Already ready? And that was just practice. Being on the USA Junior Swim Team was hard work, but I was a natural in the water. I couldn't wait for our next meet in Australia!

Grabbing my towel off the rack, I went to hit the showers. Being on the team had its privileges and the showers were one of them. I quickly rinsed out my hair and got into the casual summer dress I had gotten at a flea market while in Alaska for a meet. My hair wasn't wild and frizzy but actually came down nicely in tame, mild waves. It was wet right now so I left in hanging just below my shoulders. It looked good. I slipped on my beaded and leather bracelets and brown leather lace up boots. I loved the whole vintage look and carried around many worn down but loved items with me everywhere.

Slinging my brown messenger over my shoulder I walked out of the gym and felt something wet drop onto my arm. At first I thought it was my hair dripping but I soon realized it was raining. Shit. I picked up my pace to a speed walk and turned the corner. Everything in New York City was so close you could just walk everywhere. Soon I came in front of and old looking book shop and entered. I loved snuggling in the giant comfy chairs and reading here for hours. Especially on rainy days.

A man with gray hair looked up at me from the desk. "Oh, hey Clary, back again. Maia's behind the fiction isle. She's waiting for you." He smiled at me warmly.

"Thanks, Luke," I said, returning the smile. I went behind the fiction shelves and saw a girl with bronze skin and dark brown hair with her nose buried in a book. "Hey Melody," I teased.

"Hey Ariel," she teased back. We had adopted these names from when I started swim team. She called me Ariel because of my red hair and how much time I spent in the water. Classic.

I heard the small chime of the bell above the door sound again and the shuffle of someone else coming inside the store before I opened my mouth to reply to her. But then I stopped. Rarely someone came to Luke's old bookstore. By rarely, I meant rarely. I looked at Maia with a quizzical look and she returned one. We both turned back from behind the shelves to see who it was.

"Holy hot tamale…daaaamn," I heard Maia mutter softly into my ear. I turned my gaze to the direction she was looking in. I couldn't have said it better myself. Standing there, talking to Luke, was the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen in my life. No joke.

He had curly blond hair that spilled across his forehead in a golden halo. His body was tall, lean and tan. Hmm. He looked like a swimmer too. His eyes were like a pool of molten…gold? Who in the world has golden eyes? Okay that just made him look like a god. A freaking shmexy Greek God. My heart raced; damn this guy was beyond hot.

I caught Luke saying my name and pointing in my direction. Oh no…no no no no. I had a horrible time speaking to hot guys…especially THIS one. I always ended up stuttering and embarrassing the hell out of myself. Shit. Shit. Shit.

They guy smiled a smile that would have made any girl pass out and made his way over to where me and Maia were standing. "This is my cue to go," Maia said. She had the same problem as me.

"What? Stay!" I hissed into her ear.

"Sorry, hun. Luke said you're name, not mine," With that she stalked off behind some other shelves leaving me alone to talk to this boy. He came closer making my heart race faster than before.

"Hey," he said in a smooth voice like velvet. I almost squealed. Man up, Clary.

"Hi," I half gushed, half breathed. How the hell was I going to get through this already increasingly awkward conversation?!