Tears hung in Clary's eyelashes like stars as she darted up the stairs, desperate to get away from her family. Her head pounded, the words selfish and bitch rang in her ears and bounced around endlessly, who knew words could hurt just as bad as a slap to the face? When Clary finally reached her room, she locked the door and collapsed onto her bed. She tried to keep her tears away, knowing that her family would be able to hear her cries from a floor below. Clary's face crumpled with anguish when she wondered: Do I deserve to feel this way?
She remembered Jon's eyes, and how they were teaming with disgust. Clary's hands trembled as she reached to push her hair out of her face. She just wanted to be left alone, to curl up in her dark room and just… disappear.
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Jace walked into St. Francis Xavier High School alongside his brother and sister. Well, his adoptive brother and sister, anybody with two working eyes would be able to tell that Jace was not related to the Lightwoods. The three of them were unfairly beautiful, that they could be considered angelic. Jace was all gold, from his hair and eyes, to his skin. (Which somehow miraculously stayed a warm honey color throughout the whole year.) The Lightwoods on the other hand, Alec and Isabelle, had ebony hair. While Isabelle had brown eyes, Alec had piercing blue ones that seemed to seep deep into your soul.
"Jace," Alec said. "We need to go to the office, remember?" Jace had gotten distracted and started to wander down a hallway. Alec had never seen Jace so captivated by something. Maybe someone? Alec was just about ready to drag Jace by the arm when finally, Jace shook his head and returned to his brother.
"What was that?" Isabelle queried. She had a slight smirk dancing across her lips, as if she new the answer to her question. Jace's lips quirked and an eyebrow arched. His demeanor suddenly different.
"I saw this girl," Jace started. Alec rolled his eyes. "She had fiery red hair, and emerald green eyes, she was…" Pretty? No, that was too simple of a word to describe her. "Breathtaking."
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Clary shut her locker and turned to her best friend Simon. Clary had not yet told Simon about how she felt last night, even though it was obvious to Simon that something was wrong. Clary put her hand on Simon's shoulder, about to say something, but her attention was stolen. A boy seeming to be made of gold stood at the mouth of the hallway. He was easily the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and left her fingers aching just to draw him. Their eyes held each other for a brief moment before the angelic boy turned and left.
"Clary? What's going on?" Simon asked, looking over his shoulder, trying to catch whatever it was that had Clary so deeply captivated. Clary blushed, and looked back at her friend, suddenly pulled back into reality. Back to how she felt, back to her problems.
"I'll tell you later, at lunch. I need to get to class," Clary said, and delivered a kiss to Simon's cheek. A friendly gesture that made Simon's heart beat twice as fast. And then she was gone, down the hallway, leaving Simon to wonder what the hell had gotten into his best friend.