Clary hummed as she walked into the school, meeting up with her closest friends, Isabelle and Simon.
"Clary!" Isabelle squealed, excitedly pulling at her arm.
Clary looked over in amusement.
"Yes, my dearest?"
"We have a new kid!"
"We are always getting new kids, it's what happens at the start of a new year," Clary laughed, trying to settle her beautiful friend.
Isabelle was—in short, stunning. She had legs for days with a slender and toned body from years of dancing and cheer leading. Her hair, the colour of a raven, cascaded down her back like a ribbon down to her waist. Her eyes were big pools of chocolate and her lips were full and sensuous. She was also gifted with impeccable fashion sense and an attitude. She was the girl everyone wanted but no one could have. Now here she was, pulling her arm off over a new kid.
"But, they're never as hot as this one," she said mischievously.
Clary snorted. A boy. That's who Isabelle was getting worked up over.
Simon rolled his eyes slightly, but made sure to do it when Isabelle couldn't see. Poor, geeky Simon had been in love with Isabelle ever since she arrived and she had never noticed. Simon was tall, near six feet, but lanky—which made him look smaller. He had glasses which were forever falling off his nose, and big, brown, puppy eyes; made bigger by his glasses. He was the epitome of a nerd. He had once spent an entire weekend on his computer trying to get past a level on Dungeons and Dragons. Clary had found him on Monday his eyes bloodshot and squinty—his room a mess of Mountain Dew and Doritos. She had given him 15 minutes to play/save before unplugging his computer and ordering him to take a shower. Unfortunately for Simon, Isabelle was out of his league—and he knew it.
"Izzy, you clearly have no idea what happened to this school when you and your brother turned up," Simon spoke up.
Isabelle turned to him in confusion and Clary laughed.
"Izzy, the whole damn school collectively had a heart attack," she explained.
Izzy pondered for a moment before smiling wickedly.
"Too bad for all the girls when they found out Alec was gay," she snickered.
"But very lucky for me," a voice piped up.
They turned to see a very glittery man. He had slanted eyes and from his Asian descent and a smirk on his face. His jet black hair was spiked up into a mohawk and the ends were gently accented by glitter. He was about the same height as Simon but had a better body, which was clothed in dress pants, a dress shirt and a brocade printed vest and a jacket over that. He and Isabelle were the king and queen of fashion. He was also very, very gay and in a relationship with Isabelle's twin brother, Alec.
"Magnus!" Clary cried delightedly.
"Biscuit," he responded fondly.
"I want a biscuit," a quiet voice added in from behind Magnus.
Alec's head emerged as his arms snaked around Magnus' small waist. Alec wasn't usually prone to public displays of affection, but here, with his closest friends, he didn't care. Alec was very obviously Isabelle's brother. He had the same eyes, skin tone and hair. Their facial structure similar, with high cheek bones and a straight nose. His jawline was more square though and obviously he had more facial hair. He was easily the tallest of the group and had a strong, toned body from football and wrestling. He was slightly over built on one side though and that was from his hobby of archery.
"Well, you can't have me, I'm promised to Izzy forever," Clary joked.
Alec smiled, the side of his mouth quirking up.
"That's okay, I have my own biscuit," he said, kissing the side of Magnus's cheek.
Magnus blushed a soft pink colour and Clary's eyes softened at the pair. They were so in love it made her feel all mushy inside.
"Okay, ew—mental images. Scarring mental images," Isabelle grimaced.
They all snorted and Alec poked his tongue out at her.
The bell rang and they all looked around and agreed to meet up in classes and lunch before dispersing to their lockers.
Clary was pulling her books out of her locker when someone started banging on the locker next to her. She jumped out of her skin and closed her locker to see what the commotion was about. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the boy next to her. Her first thought was gold. He was unbelievably gold. Gold hair that curled around his ears, gold-sun kissed skin that glowed slightly in the light and gold eyes. His brows were furrowed in frustration and his mouth in a hard line. His shoulders were taut and strong as he shoved against his locker once more.
"Do you need a hand?" Clary asked gently, not wanting to offend the boy next to her.
"No," he responded curtly, not even turning to look at her.
She pursed her lips slightly and nodded silently. She reopened her locker and grabbed a couple more books before shutting and locking it.
She heard his cursing and cussing out his locker and her eyes widened at the words coming from his mouth. If she ever spoke those words her brother would make her eat soap for a week!
"Lift it up instead of bashing it," she instructed him, as she walked past.
She didn't turn as she left so she didn't see him turn towards her and raise an eyebrow. The golden boy turned back to his locker and hesitantly took her advice and to his surprise, his door swung open. A small quirk of his lips was the only betrayal of his surprise. He looked over to the hall, but of course the girl was gone.