Clary live s with her Family in a suburb . She had a realy god realationship to her brother Jonatan, Short Jon, and her father Valentine. Her Mother is more like a strict Friend to her. The only thing which one she perturbs ist he friend of her brother Jonathan Wayland. He is allways there, like an parasite. And she doesn´t understand why he can not be by his own family. At school she ist the great artist who becomes awards and projects for her artwork. Simon her oldest and modest best friend who is in a relationship with Isabell since a few month is like a shepherd over all.
Every morning has Clary the same ritual.. for a considerable time. Correctly since Sebastian Verlac has in this school transformed. For 4 month exactly. She is standing with Simon at her locker and is starring in the direction of the entry. Something what every morning to the same time happens, what give s her a sweet morning and a god mood fort the entire day.
„Where you r starring at?" waved Simon for her eyes that she must look away and at him.
„Oh nothing" she wants to turn her glanze again to the entry but not bevor her vision becomes aware of Jace and his Fangirlys all over him. His golden once meet her green orbs and he winked playfully. She rolls her eyes in annoyance. He is such a chav goes through her mind. And her sight wanders to the entry. Yes she admit he s attractive but by the love of god how can he with this big had walk without lose balance.
Simons talk not following because i only see him! Sebastian. He is so hot with his dark blue eyes and that give s him the bad boy touch. Though i can t remember that he once speak to me or anybody else he always nod. When i m in the near of him i smell his cologne which radiats. It s fresh and herb and animalistic, when i would know where i could buy it. I swear i would have it and roll in it the whole day.
I would realy love to know him better. But i don´t know how! Deep in my day dreams Simon snaps me out of my galaxy in the hallway of the thousand terror.
„Wayland comes over" he s noding to me with his glasses halfway down on his nose.
„uhm what?" i turnand there he was ma personal burden. The bugging atom who splits me in my personality. All hair in my neck burst upwards when he got close because his presence make me uneasy. Why can´t he dissolve into thin air.
„Hi my little one!" he shouts because i turned around and was about to pace to get araund it.
It is hard enough that i see him most every morning, evening, on hollidays, free time, familytime and so on. So like ever my anger overran me.
„i m not your little one! I m nobodys little one!" i shout back
„Good to know. Than just ginger" he tease with his geeky casual smile that i preferably would rip him of his visage.
„Jace" i say casual back „don´t u want to go play..on the street or so" i could play casual to. I m casual. I m more casual than casual. That game could two play. „ very resourcefully to name me like a red food past" i roll my eyes to that great comparing. I mean i had heard a lot of silly names form y red hair in my short live. But this one was not realy creative.
„Actually i only would give you a new nickname and i don´t know whats against it. It is delicious and very tasty to bite tasty to specify. U know a little parallels are recognizable" he bantered and teetered his eyebrows challenging up and down, with his geeky casual grin, which my neck hair let burst up again like a bull terrier. How can one person can piss me so off. Not that that would be an abnormal situation for us two, we battel like every day over every little shit and i do not take it. That jerk-off.