Prologue
It had always been my dream to find the perfect guy,
but by my junior year of high school I realized that perfect guys don't fall for girls like me. The nerd in the corner reading a romance novel or the girl always goofing off with her friends. Maybe even the girl whose fear inside doesn't let her take any risks, but that all changed the day reality blurred with fantasy.
Chapter 1
Clary
Monday morning.
Two words that always strike fear into the hearts of an average teenager. But not me, school had always been a safe haven, a place to get away from all the abuse.
"Clary! Get the hell up."
I"But mooooommm,it's Sunday. "
"No it's Monday and I'm tired of getting your lazy butt out bed so the next time I'm not going to be so nice."
So I sighed and started the day. Dragging myself out of bed I picked out my outfit. "Damn it." I sweared banging my toe on the corner of my desk. So after 2 minutes of hopping around and saying a colorful rainbow of a few choice words. I hobbled over to my dresser and grabbed my clothes. Walking to the bathroom I could hear them fighting again ,shouting and insulting one another sadly I thought, it never stops. Slamming the door I could still hear the faint screeching as silent tears ran down my face.
Stepping into the shower, I turned on the water of course it was cold. Five minutes later I stepped out of the water and grabbed a towel. Drying off I was second guessing my outfit for the day. I had picked out a pair of light blue skinny jeans with a shirt that had a smiling jar of Nutella in the front and my red, high top converse. Pulling my hair up in a messy bun l decided to actually try to do my makeup today. Smiling, I put on my mascara and eyeliner, not that anyone would notice anyway. I put my clothes on and grabbed my backpack, I went in the kitchen and threw a poptart in the toaster. My mom had already left for work after the screaming match with Valentine, my dad not that you could call him that anyway, he was more of angry visitor that always came home drunk.
Beep! Finally my poptarts were ready! So I scarfed one down and left the other one in the toaster knowing some one would pick it up and ran out to meet the bus.
My sneakers pounded against the asphalt as I sprinted to reach the bus. "Hurry up you little fuzz ball" l chuckled same old Hodge as always.
"You know you love me" I teased.
"Humph" he scoffed but I could see him smiling under that bushy mustache of his. I started to walk to my usual seat but then I realized that someone was sitting in it.
It was a boy I had never seen before. He had goldeneyes and he had blonde hair that seemed to sparkle every time he moved. He seemed my age or a little older. I glanced around looking for another seat and sighed realizing that there were no other empty seats I put on a brave face and walked up to him. "Hey can I sit here there are no other empty seats."