(May 7 2014) Hello y'all, time to redo this shiz
A/N Hello people! This is a Fic about all The TMI group and even maybe some TID later on. The lovely disclaimer:
ME: :(
Clary: why are you so sad?
Me: I don't own the mortal instrument's Cassandra Clare does: (
Jace: I'm bored. C'mon Clary stop talking to a mundie let's go.
Me: Jace is here WHAT? *secretly takes pictures*
Clary: I'm Bored too ON WTH THE FIC!
Clary Fray Stared Absent Mindedly out her Kitchen window, watching the yellow New York cabs passing the busy street. It didnt look too nice outside, Rain was coming down in bucket fulls of what looked like ice-cold water. Leaning against the counter she slowly sipped her Coffee. Clary sighed and bit her lip. Today was the first day of school. Obviously she didn't want to go.
"Clary," Her mother called from inside her room,"I have to go to Luke's house to pick up some supplies, are you alright to take a cab to school?" Jocelyn Came out of her bedroom, wearing the usual paint-splattered jeans, and a worn-out shirt. Her Red hair up in a messy bun.
Clary put on a fake smile, "Yeah mom its fine, really. Go to Luke's and get whatever."
Jocelyn bought her smile, "Okay. But I'm giving you money. Is twenty okay?"
"Yeah. Thats more than enough. Thank you mom." She pushed a stray hair behind her ear as she said this.
Her mother pulled a bill out of her wallet and gave it to Clary, "Your so good Clarissa." She smiled and ran out, "Bye!"
"Bye Mom" She mumbled.
Clary picked up her bag, grabbed her rain coat, and finished her coffee with a large swig that left a bitter taste in her mouth. She stood in the middle of her apartment, wondering if she had forgotten anything. Clary snapped and grabbed her earphones. Music, the lovely relief of a horrible day.
She slipped on her rain coat. Hoping that she didn't get too wet... But knowing that she would get drenched.
It was hard trying to hail a cab in this weather. Clary had gotten splashed several times, honked loudly at, and worst of all flipped off several times in the past six minutes. So she sighed and put in her earphones and blasting her favourite song (More like Simons favourite but he insisted that it was also Clary's): "Yellow Submarine" By the Beatles
In the town where I was born,
lived a man who sailed to Sea,
And he told of his life,
In the land of submarines,
Clary smiled as she listened to the song, and hummed along as the chorus came, We all live in a Yellow submarine, A Yellow submarine, A Yellow submarine!
She was just starting to like standing there in the cold listening to her "favourite" song, when a cab pulled up to the curb beside her. She smiled and thought to herself Thank the Angel! She hastily gathered up her things and opened the yellow and black checkered car door, jumping inside landing on the soft leather seat and closing the door. She comfortably sat down and was about to say something to the driver, but he heard something on the other side of the car.
A Blonde boy had plopped himself down in the cab. Her cab. She was stunned for a moment until she registered that someone was trying to steal her cab. "Excuse me!" Clary said loudly staring at the Boys back while he grabbed something in his bag.
His gold hair was dripping with water. The boy either hadn't heard her or was being incredibly rude and not answering. He shook his head violently spraying her with water drops.
Clary dropped her mouth open, utterly surprised. She shook her head and coughed deliberately.
The boy didn't notice.
"Helloooo? Anybody in there? I doubt it, if you havent noticed that you just stole someone's car! You sir are a dumb insolent-"
He looked up at her and Clary saw his face.
She paused mid sentence.
Her mind went completely blank.
"Bastard"
He was utterly gorgeous. Not the kind of Cute guy you see every now and then. A Sex god basically. His Blonde Hair matched molten Gold eyes which lay on a greatly handsome face, A face that had jawbones looking like they had been chiseled by Angels themselves. In fact He even looked like an Angel!
He grinned taking in her astonishment "I think you have this whole situation wrong lady. You stole my cab not the other way around,"
"I- we- uh... I was in here first." She said stupidly, Cursing herself. He stole her cab Clary thought, No need to act like he's a God of beauty. he seemed to notice she was stuttering at him. The boy just smiled even more.
But then he faltered, hesitating before he spoke. He stared at her, really stared at her almost as if to memorize her face. Clary felt slightly uncomfortable at this and felt her face turn a shade of red, not unlike her hair, but the boy spoke easing the tension, "I'm Jace, Jace Wayland." there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Whats your name Princess?"
Clary looked to him and glared, "I am not a princess."
Jace Wayland shook his head, "Whatever you say Princess."
Fuming She told him, "I am not a princess nor is my name Princess. It is Clary Fray, Clarissa Adele Fray if you want to be formal"
"Alright Princess Clarissa. So what School do you go to?"
Clary glanced at the Cabbie who was reading the Times then looked back to Jace. "Why should I Tell you? You could be an Axe Murderer."
"I'm Seventeen. Seventeen year olds arent Axe murderers."
"How would you know that if you weren't an Axe murderer? Hmmm"
"Well then if you don't tell me what school you go to i'll murder you with my hypothetical Axe"
Clary Smiled. "Mountain. York Mountain Highschool*"
"Wanna hear some great news?"
"What."
"I just enrolled there." Jace said Innocently
"Damn it!" Clary said, "I have to put up with this all year?"
"Dont forget twelfth grade-"
The Cabbie turned around annoyed "Sorry to stop this great Chat But you do know the meter's running right?
" Shit, OK um York Mountain High school please... Sanguine" Clary mumbled.
Jace snickered and safely put on his seatbelt, nudging Clary to do the same.
The driver sighed.
A/N Done ! : ) yaaayyy
*I couldn't remember Her Highschool oops