Six Stages of Having a Crush

Stage 1: The Discovery

'So, the coral islands are basically made of years and years of polyps living and dying on each other,' Mrs. Graymark concluded and I made a disgusted face.

'Can you believe how creepy that is? Imagine me building my house on your grave, then my children doing the same to me, those ungrateful bastards. In fact, I don't think they'd even bury me. Polyps don't bury their elders, so my children won't even bury me. Oh my God, Magnus, this is unbelievable,' I whisper- ranted to my best friend, Magnus, who was partnered up with me.

He shook his head and under his breath, murmured, 'Why do I even agree to be your partner?' and then whispered back, 'You don't have children, Clary.'

'Well, I might. I swear, moments like these I love being human…other moments, I want to be a tomato named Steve,' I mused and then heard the most horrifying thing ever.

'Clary. Can you please enlighten the class on your discussion?' Mrs. Graymark called out and Magnus looked like he wanted to be buried underneath a house. Which might happen someday, for all I know.

'Polyps are amazing creatures, Mrs. Graymark. That's what we were discussing. The way they live and die on each other is just… fascinating,' I said with a straight face and heard a couple of snickers.

Mrs. Graymark looked dreamy. 'They are, aren't they?' and that was when the bell rang to signal the end of the day, and practically every single kid in class ran like the class was on fire.

'Oh my God, Clary, look at that,' Magnus marvelled in mock-wonder as he watched teenagers scramble out of the room.

I propped up my feet on the desk. 'What?'

Magnus reached out, as if in a trance. 'I must have one of these creatures,' he declared, eying the people.

'What, humans?' I asked, raising my brows and stuffing my highlighter and pen into a pouch.

'Humans who run, Clary,' he clarified. 'I mean…I haven't seen people do that in ages.'

I scoffed. 'What was that thing you were doing when you panicked and couldn't find your coffee cup?'

He looked offended. 'That was a power-walk, Clarissa.'

I stared him down. 'This is sad. I can't be all dominative and call you by your full name because your full name is Magnus,' I sighed, slinging my backpack across my shoulder and smacking Magnus upside the head. 'We're going to be late.'

'Why are you such a violent bitch?' he mumbled and then, 'I swear, we say shit to each other but are still best friends. What sorcery?'

I shrugged. 'Heck if I know.'

'Okay wait, is that Jace Herondale?' I asked, halting and causing Magnus to bump into me.

'Ouch. Who?' he looked around, his eyes straining until they fall on the blond in the corner, his face partially hidden by nerd glasses, his head buried in a book as he leaned against his beat up old truck.

'Yes, it is,' Magnus confirmed, grabbing my hand and stretching my fingers open to get my car keys. 'So what?'

I studied Jace a little more carefully and hot damn, how did I never notice him like that before? Usually he was the shy, invisible kid at the back who looked like he might puke at the slightest bit of attention.

'Jace?' I repeated to myself, looking at the guy's blond curls wind over his ear, the way his body seemed muscled and toned even from beneath the layers of clothing he wore. In summer. His golden eyes were trained concentrated on his book, oblivious to the sweltering heat around him.

'Clary, get in please. Do I need to bust a million brain cells in this heat for you to stop ogling the nerd and come on?' Magnus whined from behind the wheel.

I rolled my eyes, yanking open the passenger side door and sliding in. 'How the bloody hell did I not notice that fine specimen before?' I wondered out loud and earned a strange look from Magnus.

'Sweetheart, those are your hormones yapping. Eat chocolate, watch The Notebook and your attention will be diverted from wanting to jump him,' he advised, stepping on the gas and I turned up the radio to full volume, my eyes on Jace as we pulled out of the lot and for a second there, I almost thought he looked back at me.

Oh my God, I need to get a life.

A/N: Okay, so I was just writing a drabble about a boring Geography class with the polyps because let's be real…this is my life and that event is true. And then I watched Superwoman's video 6 Stages of Having a Crush. So I decided to incorporate that with this and KABLAM a new story was born.

Let me know if you'd like it continued. This is my first time writing a high school fic because the schools here are way different from schools in other countries. I swear, it ain't fair having a Starbucks open up opposite your school. It's like having a starved dog stare at dog biscuits all day.

And, those who've read my stories before, I promise this won't be sad.