Helllloooo. I took this story down a couple of weeks ago cause I hadn't updated in like 5 months. But, we did some projects in my creative writing class and I miraculously became inspired again so hopefully this time I will continue writing and updating. Anyway, I've made some slight changes to the story line so if you're a returning reader it would do you good to read from the start as there are some new/different scenarios going on. I haven't exactly read through this since I first wrote a year ago so sorry if there are some typos or I switch from past to present tense (I know it's really annoying but I'm too lazy to edit this).

ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO CASSANDRA CLARE. NO COPYRIGHT WAS INTENDED.

I scream as I am slammed into his chest. He gripped my back with one arm while the other shielded us from falling books. We start running towards the door when something hard whacks me in the head. I fall to the ground holding my head in my hands. Shouting… why is there shouting? Why can't there be quiet?

I open my eyelids slightly to see where the noise is coming from. Red clouds my vision but I see a face yelling something but I can't hear. The face looks frantic as my eyelids close shut. "I'm tired," I try to say but my mouth refuses to make the words. All I can feel as my world turns black are hands pressed to my skull and a pounding in my head.

10 minutes earlier

"Does everyone have their books with them?" asks Ms. Penhallow.

I look around to see what book everyone is pulling out of their bags. I groan internally when I see what book we're reading in my English 12 class: Macbeth. I hate Shakespeare. It doesn't help that I wasn't here last class which means i'm going to have to read even more tonight to catch up.

I raise my hand and say, "Ms. P, I wasn't here last class so I don't have a book."

"I wasn't here either so I don't have one also," I hear from across the room. I look over and am surprised when I can't put a name to the gorgeous face I'm now staring at. His wavy blond hair is tousled perfectly. His eyes are an unforgettable gold. How haven't I noticed this guy before?

"Well then Clary, Jace," Ms.P says snapping me from my thoughts, "I'm giving you my keys to the book room. I trust that you won't start wandering around," She looks at me questioningly. As always, my brother Ian's reputation precedes me.

"Ms. P, we will guard your keys with our lives and I promise you we will go straight there and back. No interruptions," Jace says.

"Alright, be back quickly though," Ms. P responds, we're going to go over last nights reading when you get back."

I start getting up from my seat when I get a text my best friend Isabelle whisper to me. "Yo, I overslept again and required coffee so I'm at The Bean Hut. Want anything?" it reads. Of course I already knew Izzy was late again she's supposed to be in this english class but I doubt i'll see her much since she's always late. If she'd been here she probably would've made some sort of sexual innuendo comment involving me, the new kid, and Shakespeare.

I walk to Ms. P, get the keys and muttered a thanks as I headed for the door. Jace was standing at the now open door and said, "After you," with a smug smile as I passed by. His soft, deep voice caught me off guard making my heart flutter. I looked down and fiddled with the keys to hide the flush inching across my face. Jeez, new kids making me blush already that must be a record.

I clear my throat as we start down the hallway, "The book room is this way. It's a hallway over I think," I say.

"Ok," he says softly, "so… do you like Shakespeare?"

I glance at him and look back down at my hands as I ponder his question. For some reason I didn't want to answer without knowing what he thought. I didn't want to say yes and make him think I was some nerdy, boring girl who only read classic literature but I also didn't want to insult him by saying I hated it and thought it was ridiculously complicated and boring. I looked up to see him looking at me intently awaiting my answer.

"I-I uh... Shakespeare's okay I guess. I mean I wouldn't read it in my free time but I can tolerate it somewhat for school," I answer. He chuckled, "yeah, it's kind of tedious having to always look up words," we stop at the book room, "but some of the plays are interesting." I shrug as I unlocked the door and stepped into the dark musty room. Jace came in behind me and started looking for a light.

Light from the hallway illuminated the book room. I watch Jace while he is looking for the light switch. His muscles became taut underneath his shirt as he moved his hand all along the wall. He reaches up towards the ceiling and a strip of skin above his jeans is revealed. I inhale sharply when I notice a blemish on his angelic body. There are black shapes all along his lower back disappearing into his shirt. He's 16! How can he have a tattoo? When Izzy and I tried to get one the guy just scoffed at us. A snicker brings me back to reality and I realize the room is now fully illuminated. Jace is peering at me as if he's waiting for an answer.

"I-I-I'm sorry," I stutter embarrassed by my ogling, "did you ask me something,"

Jace smirked, "I asked if you would prefer to continue gawking at me or should I just take my shirt off."

I narrowed my eyes and scowled at him but I knew he could see the flush spreading across my cheeks. "I was just wondering how in the hell you managed to get a tattoo."

"Why shorty? You wanna get one too?"

"Wow how original, you called me shorty." I knew I was short. Why did everyone always have to remind me? I turned and walked over to a shelf searching for the book we needed.

"Oooh, height is a touchy subject. I'll remember that," he smirked coming up behind me, "I'll check the higher shelves."

"Ugh, whatever," I muttered moving on to the next shelf.

He walked up next to me and picked up a book from the top shelf. "Aaah," he said, "Found it."

"Great. Can you get me one?" I asked.

"Hmmm, how 'bout you get it yourself," he said chuckling.

"Are you kidding me?" I yelled, "Just give me a freaking book!"

"Nah, I want to see you strug-" his response was cut short, the shelves were moving. They were shaking just enough to make creaking sounds like an old swing set that hadn't been used in years.

"What the hell," I whispered. I looked towards Jace his eyes wide with fear.

The shelves start shaking violently and books were falling off shelves. A shelf fell right behind me making me jump forward. I slammed into Jace's chest and stayed there for a moment as concrete started falling around us. I'm screaming and Jace is pulling me towards the door. I hear something crack. Something hits my head and I gasp. I fall to my knees as Jace turns around towards me confused as to why I've stopped. He gapes at me and I fall the rest of the way to the ground gripping my head feeling warm liquid under my hands. Oh god, why did it have to be blood? I hear yelling and feel more blood flowing down my face. There are hands on my skull and a distant voice yelling my name. Mmmm. His hands are so soft. Jace's hands feel good, I like his hands on me.

Hope y'all enjoyed my l'il story, more to come very soon.

Sincerely, Niska