Of all of the schools they could of stuck me in, of course I got put in the only private school in the area. If I had gone to public school when I was growing up I wouldn't have a problem. But I knew how all of these girls treat each other and how the guys are the biggest assholes around. I've done this snobby dumbass go around one too many times.

But here I was walking into my and their first day after Christmas break. As soon as I saw the familiar plaid skirts, I could feel the bile forming in the back of my throat. I looked down at the ground as I walked into the front doors. St. Mary's High School in central California was everything I had feared it would be. I walked by countless girls in skirts drinking their Starbucks and laughing obnoxiously. Their faces were caked with makeup and their hair held about a can of hairspray each.

Everything that I had run away from was coming right back at me tenfold. High school hadn't been that bad for me, I was an art freak who never talked to anyone. If you told me a name from my class, there is a 15% chance I'll know who you're talking about.

It wasn't school that was bad it was the students. The teachers also loved to pick favorites and I had never been one of them. As soon as I graduated, I never looked back. My best friend Simon was the only one I still kept in touch with after high school and I regret nothing.

I walked into the first set of double doors after a sign pointed this way to the main offices. There was a women there juggling a stack of papers with folders, her coffee, and her keys in the door handle. I walked quickly over to her and helped her before her day got a whole lot worse. She looked up at me before I noticed how beautiful she was. I felt very intimidated by her existence; I wanted to go home right then and there.

Fray, get your head in the game.

I did not work so hard to graduate a year early just so I could quit because of student teaching. It is for one semester and I refuse to be that person. I smiled softly at her before we walked into the dark room. Lights quickly came on as she flipped the switch and walked over to a desk.

Isabelle Lightwood was the name listed on the plaque at her desk. There was a huge diamond ring on her left ring finger and I once again felt extremely intimidated. "What can I do for you today, sweetie? Are you one of the new transfer students? Your parents are supposed to be here with you if you are enrolling."

"Oh no…I'm the new student teacher. I was told to come here to check in," I said nervously.

She looked shocked and her face flushed mildly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!"

I laughed and grinned at her to show I wasn't upset. "It's alright, I'm told that quite often. I've learned just to roll with it."

"Haha, you're funny, I like you already. Mr. Bane, the vice-principal, told me all about you. You came here from the University of the Pacific, right?" she asked me.

"Go tigers!" I put my fist up in the air halfway to show my mock school spirit. It's not that I didn't love my school, because I did, I just hate it when people over-advertise their college of choice. I could say that my college had the most beautiful campus, but that's just my opinion after all.

Her phone started singing, the Fray's "Love Don't Die", from her coat pocket. She blushed again but this time she didn't apologize.

"Jace, what? You should be here by now. Classes start in a half hour–" the man on the phone interrupted her and she deadpanned.

Her head tilted back slightly as she took a deep breath before she answered him. "Okay, I'll call a sub in for you. Jace you can't keep doing this, Mr. Starkweather doesn't like you and you are making it worse by never showing up. Plus your student teacher is here today and you are not. What is she supposed to do?"

The voice in the phone said something that I couldn't quite understand.

A smirk grew on Isabelle's face, "Yes, Jace it is a female, and you are to be a perfect gentleman at all times. But to answer your question, 8."

Hold up, was she rating me.

I was shocked to say the least. My face gave me away and Isabelle sent me an apologetic look. She finished her phone call quickly after that. She began putting her things away as she talked to me. "That's Jace for you. He's a good man that you will mistake for a perverted jackass more than once."

She took her coat and put it in the closet I was standing next to. Compared to me, she was a giant. Even with wedges on I couldn't compete with her willowy frame.

Everything about this woman intimidated me and it frightened me. My grip on my bag containing my most valued possession tightened and my knuckles were turning white. She turned towards me and asked me, "Did you bring a laptop with you so that we can download the software on it?"

I nodded and lifted my bag slightly.

"Let me draw you a map so that you know how to get to our IT office, he's a great guy. I'm a little biased because he's my brother, but still he's great and I'm sure he will be more than happy to help you."

She took a pen from her drawer, or should I say flower pen, and started sketching the layout of the school. I would have been happy had she explained how many left and right turns to take, plus I could tell her drawing skills weren't very good. When she was done and handed me the paper I instinctively had the urge to draw my own map. If only my father had let me major in art at the Art Institute in New York City like I begged him to.

"Also before I forget, what do you wish to be called, Ms. Fray?"

"I go by Clary, so just call me that and thank you," I said as I took the map and left the small office.

I followed the map, running into people walking on the left side if the hallway. First of all, this isn't England and second of all, clearly I look lost so why run into me. To say I was frustrated was an understatement. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and if it had been a student I'm sure I would've flipped out. The woman I turned to was gorgeous and immediately it seemed like you had to be gorgeous to work here. But then again I was here, so that couldn't be true. She wasn't tall like Isabelle but she had curves in all the right places. Her hair wasn't dark like Isabelle's and her eyes were crystal blue.

My face matched my red hair half the time and my eyes were emerald green. I was completely ordinary when I was comparing myself to these girls. My pencil skirt was a little tight and my hair was piled on top of my head lazily with chopsticks keeping it up.

"Do you need help finding something?"

But then again it was just my first day after all.

Author's Note: Well tell me what you think! Review let me know if I should continue! It's been done before, but my other story is too serious for some fluff so this story is mostly fluff :) Let me know!