Summary: Clary Morgenstern is a 16 year old girl who goes to Idris High. Her along with her best friends and brother and his friends are the most popular kids in their school. Everyone calls them 'The Squad', everyone knew them, loved them, and worshipped them. But they didn't always get along, especially Clary and her brother's best friend Jace. But will things alway stay the same?

Prologue:

ClaryPOV:

"JONATHON!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Yeees Clarissa dear?" My jackass brother asked sweetly through the bathroom door.

"What the hell are you doing in the bathroom that takes exactly," I paused looking at the clock on the wall, "38 minutes?" I asked trying my best not to break down the door.

"Well dear Clarissa unlike you I actually try to look like I have a house and not like I shop at the petrol station for clothes."He replied calmly like this was supposed to be common knowledge for everyone.

I took a deep breath to calm myself(it didn't work), "JONATHON I WILL STRANGLE YOU WITH MY BRA."

And that was when, finally may I add, my stupid brother opened the door. He looked at me with wide eyes, "You wear a bra?" It didn't help that he looked so incredulous.

"Yes I wear a bra you slimy piece of shit", I screamed at him.

"Why?" He asked in all seriousness. I stared at him for a long moment then sighed loudly, this is what I get for attempting to use the toilet in my own house, I thought to myself. I then pushed past him into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. This was going to be a long day.

...

I stared at my reflection in the floor length mirror in my bedroom, contemplating what to wear for my first day back for my Sophomore year in high school. Although it doesn't seem like it I am actually popular. In all honesty I'm probably the most popular, sought after girl in Idris high, aside from my best friends Isabelle and Maia.

I wasn't drop dead gorgeous but I was admittedly pretty attractive, with my curly red hair, toned body and dark green eyes.

Besides other guys definitely found me attractive considering that I was with someone new every week. I wouldn't exactly be called a whore, but I did have my fair share of play toys. But the difference between me and my brother being that I actually took time to know people instead of straight up hooking up with them.

In the end I decided on dark wash skinny jeans, an olive green cropped tank top, and studded belt, with black ankle high boots. I put on some eyeliner and lipgloss then hopped downstairs to eat breakfast.

I reached the kitchen to find Jonathon eating ALL MY PANCAKES. I ran towards him while screaming a battle cry and slapped the plate out of his face( yes his face) before he could finish them all. Then I calmly took a fork and sat on the other stool on the kitchen counter and started eating my pancakes.

Jon stared at me as if I had just dropped from a cow's butt. Slowly, his incredulous look turned into a deadly glare, which would have been scary if his white-blonde hair had not been covered in chocolate pancake syrup.

I stopped eating to glare back at him, until we were pretty much in what you call a 'MORGENSTERN STARE DOWN'. We stayed there completely silent staring at each other until Jon finally relented and went back to staring lustfully at my pancakes. I smirked and decided that I would have a little fun with this, so I picked up 4 delicious, syrupy pancakes with my fork and began eating them painfully slowly to annoy him. I tried my best not to laugh at his drool covered face, he was making what I like to call his 'ORGASM FACE' which was reserved for hot girls, pancakes, and bananas. Yes, bananas, my brother had this weird obsession with the fruit that I could never understand.

I guess he must of realized that it was hopeless to lust after my food so he got up and went to the bathroom, hopefully to wash his hair and not get off because of pancakes. He returned after a few moments and said, "Because of this painful experience I have learned that next time I want to eat something I'll have to lick it first, or else I shall never be able to enjoy the wonders of pancakes ever again."

I narrowed my eyes at him and said, "If you do that Jonathon I will shove my bra so far up your…."

"What's with you and bras?" He said interrupting me, and at the same time I heard another familiar voice say, "Clary wears a bra?"

I turned to see my brother's best friend of 15 years leaning against the kitchen counter. Jace Herondale, oh how I despised him, he was the reason I could never live in piece, or die in piece for that matter. I bet that when I did die he'd be mocking me even in my grave for my red hair and lack of height.

"Yes I wear a bra Jace", I said spitting his name out venomously. He didn't look affected and said, "Why? You haven't even hit puberty yet."

Before I could should back a nasty retort Jonathon said, "Of course she hit puberty you moron-

"Thank you Jon", I said but he wasn't done.

-can't you see all the pimples on her forehead", he continued. Making me wish I hadn't thanked him for backing me up.

They both started cracking up, effectively pissing me off, enough to take my brother's car keys even though I had my own car, stomp over to his Audi and race away with it to Idris High leaving my gaping brother and his friend behind.

Yep not only was this going to be a long day, but it was going to be a looooong life.

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