Hey guys! I wrote this after falling in love with the mortal instruments, I guess it will keep me sane until the 2012 come out. This is my second story that Ive written please check out my first one My hearts Beats for Love its for twilight. With all that said I hope you enjoy and I LOVE REVIEWS.! Enjoy.!
Clary had just finished her training. She was in pristine condition, her layups were precisely done and everyone who had come up against her were broken and on the floor. She smiled slightly, and went to the shower to go wash up and meet up with her friend Simon. She knew that she had to leave the institute by 12 so that she could meet up with Simon by 2. She then knew that after meeting up with Simon, she could leave around 3 to make it to the city's locker changing place and get home by 5. Her father would be waiting for her so that she could train some more at home. Her vigorous training experiences are what made her the best at institute but also most envied.
Most of the girls didn't like Clary and the boys found her annoying or too "outspoken." She knew that they had an issue with her being superior. They say she acted like her father; but the difference between Clary and her father is that she didn't think these people were below her. In fact she wouldn't mind becoming friends with some of them. But all people saw in her was strength and stationary so that's what they assumed her to be.
After her meeting with Simon, and getting out the shower, she heard the girls in the other room. They were all talking about this guy named Jace…he was apparently new at the institute but a rich and famous "Lightwood" kid. All the guys said that his skill were legendary and he was awesome at combat but the girls swooned and awed over his looks. If she remembers correctly, they said "his blonde hair, shines beautifully over his honey colored body with rock hard abs that could put a girl out in seconds." Clary just kind of shook it off; the last thing she needed was for her to like some other popular, guy that would never be interested in her. She didn't want to be with him, if all he was going to do was be flashy and self-arrogant. Anyway, Clary dismissed him completely. Besides…her father wouldn't let her have a boyfriend anyway. He says that the emotions that come with it are silly, idiotic, and not needed. He told her that they would make her weak and if she wanted to be on the council, weak could not happen.
But Clary was a girl. She was a girl that had feelings, and no matter how hard her father had made her or how strict he was about feelings she couldn't help but feel the sensation of love running over her some time. She couldn't help but feel sorrow that she couldn't go to anyone at night, no one would hold her when she was sad, no one would care if anything happened to her, no one would say…I love you.
Her father wasn't big on expressing love at all, but Clary knew she had a mother and she knew that she wasn't made out of air. Her father loved her mother, he had too if they made Clary. She didn't know what gave him this cruel and cold façade but it wasn't there when her mother was alive. Biting her lips she twirled the vintage emerald ring band on her finger. The ring was incased in nothing but emerald and had silver diamonds outline the top and the bottom. On the inside it had gold, which had a heart symbol, and something else scribbled in beautiful white lines inside it.
Her mother had been wearing it when she died; the nurse woman handed her the ring off her mother's fingers, and it was the only thing her father let her keep of her mother. She had some pictures left of when she and her mother were at the beach; how they looked so happy and peaceful but now that was all over. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she stepped out the locker room and bumped into the queen of the damned.
"Goodness Clary watch were your going; I don't want to get your man repellent genes or something." She tried to joke. "Actually, genes are passed down from the child's parents. So if you do have a ma repellent gene it would be from the women of your past generation and nothing to do with me."
Clary plainly stated, Regina rolled her eyes and walked past her. "Well then if your mother's beauty passed down to you we wouldn't know it." Regina motioned to her clothes, "Maybe if you wore something else than hunter's fighting wear and jeans…you might have potential Clary. Oh, I forgot…daddy's not gonna approve. Whose genes are those?"
Regina so lamely put it as she walked away. Clary shook her head at her comment although a part of her knew it was true.
"Don't sweat her, she's just mad because her boobs are fake and people know it." A black-haired girl came toward her. Clary furrowed her eyebrows and looked around. Was this beautiful, lengthy girl talking to her? "I'm sorry are you talking to me?"
The girl chuckled and shook her head at Clary slowly, "Yes…who else would I be talking to?" The girl came near her, Clary had to resist the urge to back away and get into attacking stance. She didn't want t fend off the first girl who was being nice to her.
"You don't know the half of it…you should see her on the days when she's being nice." Clary decided to joke back; "Honey don't sweat it; she's just mad because my brother rejected her." Clary furrowed her eyebrows again. "Oh yeah who's your brother?"
"Jace…Jace Lightwood."
Clary kind of went rigid, she heard that name before. It was all the kids at school could talk about. Even Simon mentioned something to her about it, she just didn't know if he meant him. "So then If you don't mind me asking…are you Isabella Lightwood?" The girl smiled which made Clary a little uncomfortable but also relaxed. "Actually its Isabelle." Happy feeling gone.
"Sorry." Clary quickly apologized, "No, no are you kidding me that's fine girl. How did you know about me?" She asked, "My friend…my friend Simon he told me about you. About you and your whole family really, your his girlfried." Isabella lifted a eyebrow, "Ah, so you're the famous Clary I've been hearing all about. You know Simon, is very fond of you. you're his best friend, and if he likes you then I'm pretty sure I can too."
Clary put on the best smile she could, "Thank you." Isabella nodded her head, "Of course. Just consider me another friend to you; you don't have to worry about those "nice" girls messing with you." The smile quickly faded;
"Yeah well you might not want to be my friend so easily. I'm kind of bad publicity for girls like you." Isabella smirked, "Oh please, with a family like mine…bad publicity is what this family needs. We can't get enough of paparazzi and rumors anywhere. Just be prepared for a new life girl…your one of us now."
Isabelle outstretched her arms for a hug which made Clary jump back and become stationary. Isabella quickly withdrew her hands, with a quizzical look on her face. "Sorry if I offended you; I always hug."
Clary felt bad immediately, she shook her head no vigorously. "No, no I'm sorry it wasn't you. I just um,…I don't come in close contact with many people I'm very distant. Sorry, here can we try again." Clary slowly outstretched her arms in a awkward and bent position. Isabelle nervously chuckled and outstretched her arms and walked towards Clary smiling.
She leaned in and went to wrap her arms around Clary carefully and spaciously for Clary's arms didn't bend to hug the girl back at all. "You know what how about we just do this another time. It's fine, we don't have to hug now." Isabella graciously let her know; Clary dropped her arms and smiled back at her. Isabelle smiled and stood in front of Clary, " Hey isn't it your birthday tomorrow?" Clary nodded her head once, "Oh my gosh! Congratulations! What are you going to do?"
Isabella asked thrilled, Clary felt a small pain in her chest. She never got a chance to do anything fun or nice for her birthday. Her father wouldn't allow "distractions."
"Nothing", she replied Isabella shook her head like she understood "Oh, you're a Jehovah witness." Clary shook her head, "No, I just…my dad doesn't do stuff for my birthday. It's not really important, it's just a day where I turn a year older."
Isabelle chocked, "Not important? Not important! Clary it's your birthday, of course it's important! Your father has his priorities messed up."
Normally Clary wouldn't let anyone speak bad things about her father even if they were true. But since, Isabelle was being nice to her for once she decided to let it pass. "Listen, you're going to be turning 19. This means that you should get to choose what you want to do. Now it's up to you, I can plan you a party…or you can sit at home, train and do nothing." Isabella raised an eyebrow; Clary didn't know what to say.
Isabella had a point; she was old enough to make her decisions. She was even going to move out and get her own apartment in month. So if she wanted a party…shouldn't she get the chance to have one? "Clary make your decision." Isabelle tapped her foot impatiently, "I…I would like to go with you…to a party. But please don't let it be anything huge, I've never been to one before and huge crowds make me nervous."
Clary stated, Isabelle chuckled "Clary you're so weird. Ok so I want you to meet me here at this address around 6 o clock, so that I can help you get dressed." Clary gasped at the address, "You live at the uptown mansions. These are impossible to get."
Clary eyes bugged out their sockets; Isabella smiled. "Mmmm-mmm, not when you're a Lightwood." She giggled; Clary's mouth was still agape. "Great so you know it, just be there at 6 and the party should start at 9."
Isabelle typed something into her cell phone. She then got another one out of her purse and a charger, and gave it to Clary. "I'm guessing that your father doesn't allow friends or people to call you at your house. So consider this your new cell phone."
Clary slide open the lock, it was a brand new Iphone, with a shiny case and everything. She looked up at Isabella appalled, "Isabelle…I can't…this is too much for one friend and in one day."
Isabelle shook her head "Nonsense, listen if you don't want to keep the cell phone then give it back tomorrow, but I have to a way in getting in contact with you, so this will be it."
Clary was in disbelief. All this couldn't have happened in one day, she meets a new girl who's actually nice to her. She's rich, she's nice and she's giving her a cell phone, and a party. Clary wanted to smile, she felt bubbles inside her for once.
But she quickly dismissed them, she didn't want to get to excited or be naïve and trusting. She would have to see how this relationship would play out. Clary took the cell phone and put it in her bag, she held out her hand. "Thank you Isabelle." Isabelle grabbed her hand and shook it excitedly, "Anytime."
What did ya think? I think it's pretty cool that she was able to make friends quickly, but should Clary be so trusting.? And more important how will she take to meeting Jace? Let me know.! Review.! Review.! Review.!