So here's my new story guys! Posted it a little earlier than I said I was going to do, but I got super excited. So here is my version of the generic High School fanfic, but I promise that it will have a different kind of ending! I have almost this whole thing done on paper, so if you guys reviewed, it would definitely spur on my motivation to type it out. So here it is!

Tell me what you all think about this first chapter

-La

Chapter 1

Clary Morgenstern stared at her boyfriend, not sure she felt even particularly sad or depressed at their evident parting.

Grieving? No.

Unhappy? No.

Relieved? Maybe...

Though, Sebastian was obviously devastated, which only created a twinge of guiltiness in her heart. He had been a good boyfriend; caring not too nosy, but informed enough about what was going on in her life, easy to talk to, not that bad at kissing…

"Sebastian…" she said, not sure how to go about it without feeling awkward, "I'm sorry it's so hard and upsetting for you. I just…I have too many things I have to deal with right now-"

"Is that what I am now? Another thing in your life you have to deal with?" when she didn't say anything, he continued, still very hurt. "Sorry for being such an inconvenience." he exclaimed, eyes glistening. She sighed; she hated it when he cried.

"No, no…I thought you of all people would understand." she paused, beginning over again. "I have, like, no time we for you in my schedule. You don't fit anywhere in my timeline- right now and in the future. I mean, have you even thought of what we were going to do after high school and going to different colleges and live far away from each other?"

Sebastian didn't answer, but ground his teeth and stared at the ground between them, now the place where they were too separated to go back. "You see?" she justified. "Nothing. That's what. We have no future together...whatsoever. I'm just...saving us from some stupid, long-term relationship across the phone that would inevitably end with both of us cheating on each other and never talking again. At least this way we can still be friends…" she added that last part hopefully. Sebastian was a good person, they had been dating since the beginning of sophomore year and she'd had barely any problems with him. Perhaps it was the lack of connection and feelings she had for him. Clary had always read about that spark in books and not once had she ever experienced it with Sebastian.

But Sebastian only snorted, trying to sound unaffected like she was, which he obviously wasn't. He of course had feelings for her, then. "Friends?" he spat the word like it was poison. "You think we could still be friends?"

"I guess not, if you want act like this." she said, offended.

Sebastian began to pace. "I've been a perfect boyfriend to you! Name one thing I've done wrong! One thing." at this he grabbed her arm, shaking her like he could shake out her problems with him. He pushed her back against her locker. It didn't hurt her as much as just freaked out

" I…" he shook her harder, her head banged into the locker. "STOP! You're hurting me! Let go!" she shoved his heaving chest away from her. He stared at her, blinking away shock at himself.

"Sorry, I…Clary wait!" she started to walk away from him, shaking her head, staring at the floor.

"We're done, Sebastian! Get over it! I think I already have, in fact." She yelled over her shoulder, shocked and angry at him. How had she really been dating him for two years and never seen that side of him?

She hurried to her next class, thinking how big of a disaster that was. Never had she ever thought he might shake or shove her. It had been sort of her fault, though. She had spring this on him without any warning to him or her. She had meant to let him down later and easier, but after going to her second hour class, she realized how behind she was. So she had gone to her locker, and there was Sebastian, waiting to walk her to her next hour class. And then this had happened.

Clary swore as the bell rung, quickening her pace to "Biology of Life Science." they were supposed to be bisecting a goat's lung, which Clary didn't understand how it helped her remember part's of a human's lung.

The door was closed and locked when she arrived, so she knocked twice. Percy Pontmercy opened it, immediately sitting down. She looked at the scene around her and was nearly convinced that the class was following a slightly more moderate, modernized version of The Lord of the Flies. Girls were chattering and gossiping, shrieking with laughter, sounding like dying pigs sometimes because of their obnoxious squealing. Most of the boys were shoving or arm wrestling each other, others through spit wads across the room. Two were tossing a small football between each other. A couple in the back was making out, and someone was playing rap music on their phone. The whole room was filled with shouting and laughter.

She decided to ignore everyone, walking to her seat quietly, pulling out her chair and sat in it lightly. She looked at the teacher's desk; empty.

The two girls on either side of her were talking avidly, trying to see above her head. She sighed and pulled out a piece of construction paper, starting to sketch an idea that she'd had, but hadn't had the time to put it out on paper. She hunched over the sheet of paper, planning out her next artwork.

She blocked everything out, from the rowdiness of her classmates, to the ugly music, to the couple sucking on each other's faces. She was quite used to doing this, at lunch, on the bus, the shouting parents at home…

Clary traced out a tall building, everything glass to that one should be able to see everything inside, but it was dark inside despite it being daytime. Other than a little light bulb glowing dimly in the mysteries of the interior, that was all you could see. Her art teacher had instructed to begin something that was, and this was his words, "deep." She could've drawn the bottom of an ocean with that kind of specificity. She had just pulled out some charcoal when Mr. Davies finally came in. He stared around the room, astounded at their behavior. "Students!" no one seemed to hear him. Clary put down in her pencil and focused on him. His gray eyes were alit angrily, his expression livid. "STUDENTS!" he thundered. Everyone froze, all except for the two in the back, making noises like they were about to slurp off each other's faces. He was a usually a very calm, tolerating teacher, so everyone's mouth was agape, staring at him stupidly. She cringed as Mr. Davies began going off on them.

"I'm ten minutes late to class to print copies of your lab, and I come in…and see that all hell is breaking loose- Mr. Herondale, please save your activity for a different and more convenient time, not in my class. It is not a place to…catch up with your girlfriend." Jace pulled away from the girl, unaffected, contrasting greatly to his blushing partner. She tried to wipe her mouth on her sleeve inconspicuously but since the whole class was watching her, many burst out laughing and chuckling.

"Sorry, sir." Jace smirked, lifting his arm from her shoulders. He obviously loved attention, and received it successfully, his smirk growing wider and wider as the class turned to look at them both. Clary just rolled her eyes, looking back at her angry teacher.

"Thank you," Mr. Davies said coldly, "Now today, I know you were led to believe that you were bisecting a goats lung-" there were a few squeals of disgust, and some evil grins from the boys, "But due to today's…inconvenient experiences, you will all be writing a five page essay on- will someone turn of that infernal music?" he snapped. Percy fumbled with his phone and turned it off. "Anyways," he glared at the class, "You will all be writing a five page essay on classroom behavior, and how you failed to do that."

There was a chorus of groans throughout the classroom. Mr. Davies raised his eyebrows, "Fine then, we'll make it ten pages!" Clary almost let out a cry of surprise. She clamped her mouth shut, following the example of the rest of her classmates. Their teacher looked around the classroom, challenging someone to complain or protest. "The paper is due next week exactly, on Thursday. Failure to turn it in is an automatic zero, no exceptions."

One of the stupid boys raised his hand. For her, the unintelligent people who went to her school seemed to be nameless but also numerous, so they were given the same vague, easy to remember name she had personally assigned them: stupid person. "What if we are sick that day?"

'I'd now that you just really skipped and you'd get a zero."

The stupid boy slumped in his chair, frowning.

Clary bit her tongue, longing to cry out the injustice. She hadn't done anything to be disruptive! He was a fair teacher, he might excuse her out of the assignment…

Everyone pulled out their notebooks. Clary stared at hers blankly at the empty page. She'd always been good at writing, but she was so bitter and angry at her classmates that she almost fuming in her seat. The only sound was the scratching of pens and pencils across paper, occasionally flipping. she tried to write her topic sentence, but she couldn't focus. she closed her notebook and stood up, the chair scraping back loudly. She cringed as everyone stared at her.

Clary walked to the front of the room to his desk resolutely. Mr. Davies seemed to be ignoring her. She cleared her throat loudly. "I thought I told you to work on your paper, Clary." he didn't look at her, and continued to write something furiously. His voice was quiet and grounded so that the whole class seemed to lean forward to listen in on their conversation.

"I know, but-"

"I thought my instructions were quite clear." he still spoke in a hushed tone.

"They were, but-"

"Then why are we still having a problem?"

"I don't think I deserve to write this." she mumbled quietly.

Mr. Davies finally stopped writing and looked at her, twirling the pencil in his hands. "And why do you think that?"

"Well…because I didn't do anything."

"Exactly."

Clary blinked. "Sorry, what?"

"You're writing it precisely because you did nothing."

"What did you want me to do? Stop them from acting like idiots?" she snorted, folding her arms.

"That's exactly what I wished you'd done." he had his elbows on his desk, his fingers holding the point and eraser of the pencil.

"Since when was I assigned babysitter of your class?" her voice was growing considerably louder.

The class now had now stopped working, pencil scratching quieting, all fascinated with their exchange.

"I only expect better from you that is all. You're a leader. People will listen to you." his face was unreadable.

An unreadable face that she wanted to slap. This wasn't a freaking confidence session with her counselor! It was Biology of Life Science, she barely said anything in this class, much less had a real conversation with Mr. Davies. This was a class, a subject that she loathed entirely.

"I'm sorry if you expect too much of me then. Your class isn't my responsibility!" this was practically the stupidest conversation ever.

"No it isn't." he replied calmly, "But you have a responsibility to do the right thing." he set down his pencil. "I believe a separate paper will be beneficial to you...Five pages, I think?"

Clary gaped at him. "But…but I have the other one, too." she protested.

"Yes, but because I know you're responsible," he smiled. Like that would help quench the burning fire of hatred in my soul that I've saved primarily for you! "I believe you can turn in both by next week. If you don't turn in both, then it's an automatic zero."

"But that's so unfair!" she exclaimed, her face contorted in rage.

"Life isn't fair, Clary. Maybe you should realize that before you go around expecting to get everything, because that'll just bring disappointment." he began to write again, signifying that he was done talking about it. Clary stood there stupidly for a few seconds, fists balled up and her jaw clenched, before she walked back to her desk stiffly.

Everyone avoided her eye, pretending to work on their papers. Clary passed only one student who would look at her; Jace Herondale. His famous half smile was ever present then, watching her sit down. She ignored him and opened her notebook, staring at that oddly empty piece of paper. She hated that sheet. She glared at it and ripped it out of her notebook, crumpling it into a ball. The two girls both gave her an odd look, but otherwise left her alone. She began a doodle of characterized Mr. Davies, tied to a spinning wheel, an invisible person throwing knives at him. Satisfied, she ripped this out, too and crumpled it up.

She was able to finish her first paragraph, which she thought was a good start. The rest could be sugar coated with a bunch of fancy words. If she had two essays, both due Thursday, she'd barely have time to juggle art projects and work at the ice skating rink.

The bell rung, everyone leaving gratefully, some grumbling amongst their friends while they gathered up all their stuff and left to their next class. Clary glared at Mr. Davies' bowed head, still writing whatever it was he was writing.

So tell me what you think in the review box below please!

I promise some more Jace in the next chapter...scratch that, a whole LOT of Jace in the next chapter!

-La