Don't own Cassandra Clare does. But of course who would wish they owned all the rights to Jace J Hope you enjoy R&R please. This is my first fan fiction so let me know how I am doing.
Perfect! It's raining, it just had to rain today. Clary thought as she approached the school. Not only had she forgotten her jacket when she left the house, no big deal until it started raining like hell. Plus she wanted to go make a few runs around the track when school was done. At the rate it was raining the track would be closed they didn't like it when people drove in the rain cause of the speed. It was day one at her new school and she wasn't quite sure if she liked it just yet. Luckily for her it was just High School or so her mother had told her when she left for school that morning. Apparently her mother had forgotten what a terrible place high school could be especially when you don't know anyone.
She approached the office and nice lady named Amatis gave her schedule and asked one of the students that happened to be in the office to show her to her locker and her first class. The girl name was Isabelle and she was seriously tall and had curves in all the right places. Plus to add to that she had ink black hair and startling blue eyes. I felt like a shrew standing next to her considering I was so short and had red curly hair that I could never seem to manage and hers hung straight down her back. Can you say hair envy. I came out of my moment to hear what she was asking me.
"What's your name?" She asked me.
"Clarissa but you can call me Clary." I told her cause lets be real I hated when people called me Clarissa. It made me feel well I don't really know how to describe the feeling I just didn't like it.
"Okay, Clary. My name is Isabelle Lightwood but you can call me Izzy. If you like you can sit with me at lunch so you can meet some people and make some friends." She told me this as we navigated through the hallways to my locker. Which really wasn't all that hard to find to begin with, the school was big but all the lockers seemed to be located in the same place. Not scattered around the whole campus like her last school.
"Here is your first class, which we share. English with Mr. Starkwether. He's really nice and pretty easy going. There is a seat open next to me when you get your book from him."
I gave him my schedule and he signed off on it and gave me my book and told me sit where ever I would like. He didn't try to embarrass me by making me introduce myself like all the other teachers would . So taking her advice I went and sat in the empty desk next to hers.
"So where did you move from?" She asked me when I sat down by her.
"I moved from New York. So this is a really big change for me." I said.
"Wow. Yea I can see that this is such a small town to have to move to especially from a big city like the Big Apple." I decided that I liked her cause she seemed down to earth for a pretty person, not like all the bimbos I knew in New York. They new they were pretty and were…well lets just say I don't have a nice word picked out for them.
I was right about my next class the teacher made me stand up in front of everyone and introduced me. It got me a lot of looks that I didn't like, I really don't like for people to be staring at me it makes me uncomfortable. So math Mr. Penhollow didn't exactly make me like him and I hated math to begin with. Then as I sat in my desk and the boy sitting next to me made it worse when he turned to look at me like he was thinking about something.
"So what's up carrot top or can I call you little Red?" the boy said from the desk next to me. Of course my response was about to be something that he wasn't going to like so I decided to take my mothers advice for once and say nothing. But not two minutes later her said it again.
"So is it going to be carrot top or Red?" came from the desk beside me.
I turned to him and with the most menacing look I could manage cause his looks took my breath away for a second. He had perfect olive skin, a halo of blonde hair that curled at the nap of his neck and around his face, and gold eyes to match his beautiful hair. To top it all off he had a body to die for but that didn't stop me from giving him a piece of my mind. Ok maybe it did for a minute of gawk time but when that was done I totally gave him a piece of what was left of all the rational thoughts I had flowing before I turned.
"Look asshole my name is Clary, not carrot top and not red. Ok, and I swear to god if you call me pippy long stockings I am going to knock you out. Got it. If you can manage the name then don't speak to me at all." He looked taken aback for a second and then a smile came to that perfect mouth of his and the look was of course ruined by what came out of his mouth a second later.
"I don't think any girl on the planet would ever threaten to knock me out. Maybe they would knock themselves out by trying to get to me first but never to actually hit me. I think that I am going to call you little red you got some spunk in that tiny body." I concluded that I would have to spend half the school year in here with this asshole. I just turned from him but not before giving him the finger and regretting it right after cause apparently he thought it was an invitation.
"See I knew you would give in and offer most girls do but it usually takes them less time. Of course upon seeing me they just offer right then and there." I was about to lose it when the teacher asked him for the answer to the problem on the board. I was saved cause believe me I was about to tell him just how wrong he was with the meaning behind the finger I had just given him. Finally and not soon enough the bell rang and it was time for lunch. But after all that I didn't even feel like eating anything I was to pissed off. Thankfully Isabelle met her at the door to the classroom and walked her to cafeteria.
"How's your day going so far? You looked just a little mad when class ended, did something happen?" She asked as we sat down at an empty table. I was sure that it would soon fill up with people I didn't know at all so I preceded to tell her about the annoying boy in my math class. Who now that I thought about it I didn't even know his name.
"This dick in my class decided that he was going to try to give me a nickname two seconds after I sat down. He was like carrot top or red. God sometimes I hate being a red head and short." She looked at me for second, I guess thinking about what to say and then said. "Who was the asshole?"
"I honestly don't know he didn't even tell me his name. But I can tell you he is one of the most conceited people I have ever meet in my entire life and I am from New York. That is saying something." She seemed to be thinking about something although I didn't know what it was until the same ass who was in my class sat down across from her at the table.
"Oh, if isn't red." the ass just had to rub it in.
"Wow Jace, she has been here for a whole 4 hrs and you already pissed her off. That's a new record even for you. Clary, this is my adopted brother Jace. I figured it was him you were talking about cause he has this way with words that seems to piss even the nicest person off." I quickly realized that I had just called him an asshole to his sister and felt majorly bad about it. I wanted to tell I was sorry about it but she didn't seem to disagree with me on the matter so I just stayed silent.
"So no harsh words for me red, cause you sure had some in the class what happened to all that spunk? I am sure that you also offered something else to me in there too." That did it I was so about to unload on this ass yet again and he seemed to be waiting for it and happy about it. What the hell was that about was he so used to every girl liking him that he was happy that one was so open about his obvious hotness.
"I have news for you that was not an offer. It was more of a term of endearment for people I dislike, like you. I told you not to call me that ridiculously stupid name." The smile on his face seemed to grow and it only made him more handsome. But his response went unheard as a few more people filed in the rest of the spots at the table. One was a lanky boy that had the same ink black hair and blue eyes as Izzy, a rather nerdy boy that wore glassed with dark brown hair and eyes, a Asian looking girl with straight black hair and two other who faces I couldn't really see all that well cause they were sucking face and I could see them to well.
"Clary, this is my brother Alec(she pointed to the dark haired boy), Simon( the nerdy one with glasses), Aline and the two that cant keep there hands off each other as usual are Maia and Jordan." She looked over at me and whispered in my ear something about getting used to seeing them like this cause they rarely came up for air. She giggled at that part and I laughed with her. I was nice to laugh again cause I had a really hard time even smiling since we moved here. After lunch it was P.E. my own personal hell besides this school. Luckily Izzy had it with me so we sat on the bleachers the whole time and she pointed out two of the hottest boys I have ever seen, well beside Jace cause lets face he was like the uber hotness.