Well, just like I promised my readers of "Turning Tables", here is my first chapter of "Her". I kinda, sorta suck at summaries, so I don't know what you think the story is going to be about. I kinda wanted to make Clary like this bad ass chick, because not every girl need to have her battles fought by a guy. I am going to stick to the same updating schedule as "Turning Tables." So that is most likely going to be twice a week at least, so keep your eyes open and ready for another update! I hope you like it, and remember I am only going to write on disclaimer for the whole thing, so just remember- I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY ALL BELONG TO CASSANDRA CLARE!
Clary's POV
"New school, new start, new life." I remember my mom telling me as we pulled into our new house. It is just the two of us. My dad and my brother are somewhere in the world doing God knows what, they could be dead for all I know, and at this point, I could care less.
My main problem is I don't want a new start, or a new life. I had a great life in Florida, but no, we had to move. I have to deal with brand new people who won't know not to mess with me, and that means I'm going to have to out them in their place if they decide that the want to step out of line, no that I have a problem with it. It's just a waste of breath. I have a very low tolerance for people who are dumb shits.
I throw my backpack on my back and hop onto my motorcycle. My mom has always been afraid for me about me having a motorcycle, she is afraid of me getting hurt. But honestly if you live in fear of the whats, you never get to live in the happenings. I park my bike and hang my helmet on the side of my bike and start to head into school. I grip the sides of my backpack hard and flatten my red curls down. I never have really looked like everyone else, mainly because of my short stature and my bright red hair. Besides from that, I dress like everyone else. I have a navy loose shirt, ripped white jeans, and a pair of high rise brown leather boots. I look like your average teenage girl.
"Hey, new girl!" A tall guy with black hair says running up to me. I place my hands on my hips, and narrow my eyes.
"I'm Sebastian," he says sticking placing his arm on the wall next to my head so I cant go anywhere.
"And I'm a girl who doesn't care," I say and he looks taken back a bit.
"I think you do, it's ok, a lot of girls fall for me." He says reaching out and running a curl of mine through his fingers. I clench my teeth and grab his hand. I end his wrist and he yells out in pain. I narrow my eyes and keep bending his arm back, but not far enough to break it.
"Don't you ever, ever, lay a finger on me." I say threw clenched teeth.
"Who are you?" He asks, holding his wrist.
"A girl that wouldn't mind blowing off some steam by putting you in the hospital. Stay away from me." I snap, stalking off to inside the school. I am just five minutes into school when someone else decides that it would be fun to bother me. It's a girl with long black hair.
"I'm Isabelle," she says sticking her hand out to me, "I see that you are new here, and can I tell you that what you did to Sebastian back there was amazing. Look, what I'm trying to say here is that you seem like a pretty bad ass girl, and I think we could be pretty great friends." She says, and I think I like her. She is straight to the point, and seems to be someone that doesn't take shit.
"Actually, I think I would like that. You seem like a pretty cool girl," I say and she smiles.
"Can ii see your schedule?" She say and I nod, and hand it to her.A smile grows on her face as she hands it back to me.
"You have three classes with me, and the first two are with my brother and his best friends! We have first period together, so do you want to go?" She says and I smile, showing her to lead the way. We walk to our first class, talking about basic things. She asks me where I came from, I told her Florida, and when she ask me why, I just tell her it was because of my moms job. We don't talk about much more until we reach the class. Two boys wave at us, along with a girl with brown curly hair.
"So you must be the girl that almost broke Seb's arm, it's a pleasure to meet you." The girl with curly brown hair says.
"Clary," I say, "Maia," she answers. We shake hands and turn to the boys.
"Clary, this is my brother Alec, and his best friend, Jace." Alec, the boy with black hair waves, and the boy with blond hair winks. I roll my eyes, and Isabelle slaps the back of his head.
"Jace, can you try not to be an ass, at least once in your life." Maia snaps, and I laugh. I am really starting to like these girls, even though I just met them today. The first few periods fly by quickly. By the time lunch rolls around, I feel like school just started.
"Clary! Come sit with us! Isabelle yells, grabbing my wrist and forcing me to come with her over to her table. I follow behind her and sit down in between her and another boy, who I don't know the name of.
"Jordan," he says sticking his hand out to me, and I return the handshake.
"Clary," I say smiling, but this is one of those smiles that I don't really mean. He hasn't given me a reason to like him or dislike him yet, so lets just act like him being there doesn't really matter.
"So Red what's your story?" Jace asks me and I narrow my eyes.
"One. Don't call me Red. Two. You don't get to know that." I snap and he looks at me for a second, tilting his head slightly.
"Jace stop looking at her like an alien. Just because your dumb ass charm didn't work on her, doesn't mean shes weird." Jordan says and I smile. He just earned himself some, "Clary doesn't exactly hate you points."
When the rest of the day finishes up, I hop on my bike and attempt to head straight home, but Maia, Alec, Jace, and Isabelle stop me.
"Whoa Tiger, sweet ride you got there." Jace say and I pull my helmet off and stare him dead in the eye.
"No pet names, what do you guys want?" I say and Isabelle steps forward.
"We are going bowling, and we want you to come, we can pick you up if you want." She says and I shrug.
"Give me your phone and I text you where to pick me up." I say and she smiles. I put her number in my phone, and my number in hers. I give one final wave of my hand and start off down the road. I pull up to the run down gym and walk inside.
"Name?" The man at the front desk asks.
"Clary Fray, I'm here for training." I say and the man smiles.
"I'm Luke, I will be your trainer today. The changing room is in the back, so go get changed and come out when you are ready." He says and I walk into the old back room. I throw on a tank top and athletic shorts. I wrap my ankles and wrist, and slide my boxing gloves on. I jog out to the ring and the man smiles.
"I have heard a lot about you. Are you as good as they say you are?" He asks and I smirk.
"Trust me Mr. Luke, I'm even better." I say and he smiles.
"Then what are you waiting for, knock me on my ass." He says and I charge at him.
(Time Skip)
"last round ok?" Luke says and I nod. I take him to the floor in less then a minute. I whip around when I hear a slow clap coming from behind me.
"So, this is why you are so bad ass." Alec says and I smirk, climbing in between the ropes of the ring and throwing a towel over my shoulder.
"Give me five minutes." I say jogging back into the locker room. This should be interesting.
Well, well, well. What do you think? Special thanks to cheergurl13 for helping me come up with this idea! I hope you liked it, and don't forget to review, and follow. If you liked this go check out my other fanfiction- "Turning Tables."
