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I pulled into the crowded parking lot of my new high school, looking in vain for a parking space. I was about to pull into the one in front of me when a Black Mercedes swung into the parking space. I honked my horn irritably. What the hell…The person in the driver seat stepped out the car. I couldn't get a good look at him because he had shades on and his back was somewhat turned to me, but I did know he was a blonde.
He didn't even turn around to look at who was honking at him. He simply turned and strode over to what I guess was the "cool kids" hangout. "Jerk" I muttered under my breath. I ended up parking on the street and walking the distance to the school. This may not have seemed all that big of a deal but it was raining buckets and I was soaked before I was even half way there.
I moved from Los Angeles to New York this summer. My mom received a job offer from some company here. So she and I had to move. I would have told her to stay but I knew she wasn't going to pass up on it. We were broke. And when I say broke I mean BROKE, I mean Top Roman noodle every night kind of broke. And let me tell you there is only a certain amount of roman noodle one person can I was happy it was senior year so I wouldn't have to be here for long.
The school was huge with large marble pillars and tiled concrete floors. Kids were milling around the entrance doors talking about summer events and class schedules. I passed through the glass front doors and walked to my locker. I looked at my assigned unit and frowned. It was on the top row. I was a rather short girl with a small frame, green eyes, and curly red hair. It was apparent that no one took into consideration how tiny I was. Being short had it's benefits but this…was not one.
I stood on my tippy toes trying to reach the lock when I heard a low chuckle. I looked behind me to see a tall boy with dark hair and glasses smiling.

"Do you need help there fray?" he asked raising an eyebrow. Damn I hated when people could raise their eyebrows and I couldn't. Never the less I broke into a huge grin and hugged/tackled him making him stumble backwards.
" Simon what are you doing here!" I practically shouted as he steadied us.

He smiled down at me and said. "Your mom isn't the only one that gets offered jobs in new York city."

"You're kidding" I said. "Your mom got the job to!" he nodded laughing at my giddiness. Simon had been my best friend since we were about five. My mom said we first met when he stepped on my shoe when we were in the park. I yelled at him for it calling him clumsy. Simon must have felt pretty bad about it because he apologized and asked if we could be friends. Apparently I forgave him but I'm not sure why? Alit I can remember of that day was how much that shit hurt when he pretty much murdered my toes. He sat my books in my locker just before the bell rang. He said good bye and walked to his first class.

My class happened to be right next to my locker so I didn't have to walk very far. I picked a desk in the back next to a large window. I had an amazing view of a drinking fountain and a brick wall. The room started to fill up. The teacher walked in just as the bell rang. "Hello class my name is Ms. Dorothea I will be your English teacher for this year. Now I would like to start off by- " Her sentence was cut off when a girl entered the room giggling. Right after her was a very attractive boy. He was tall with tousled gold hair and eyes to match. He had a smirk plastered on his angular face along with a lipstick mark right above his jaw.

"Sorry I'm late Ms. Dorothea I had...business to take care of" he said winking at the girl who was now sitting next to one of her friends. She giggled even louder twirling a piece of her hair. I rolled my eyes at this. Ms. Dorothea did not look pleased.

"Yes. Well the only seat left is..." she trailed off looking at her clip board. "The one next tour new student, Clarissa!" the boys eyes followed Ms. Dorothea's until they rested on me. His eyes went blank, but then he put on that smirk and winked at me as he pulled up a chair and sat down.
I didn't give him a single glance. Ms. Dorothea continued with her lesson. Her voice was very monotone and seemed to drag. "So...Red have fun walking?" the Blonde said. I looked up. He was grinning at me with this stupid smirk. Then realization dawned on me.

"Hey...your that Jerk that took my space!" I Yelled. He grinned at this.

"Jace Wayland in the flesh" he said mocking a bow.

I was really pissed by then. "Look you little shit! If you ever-!"

"You'll what, Red?" he said glaring down at me. I glared back but sighed and turned back to the board. He wasn't worth my time. The rest of the class was a blur of Ms. Dorothea droning on and the occasional spit ball from Jace, which made her turn around and fume. Soon the bell rang and we were excused for lunch. I got up and packed my things in my messenger bag.

I walked out the door into a crowded hallway. Jace walked out behind me his arm around two girls who were giggling and laughing. Do they know that he's an ass or do they just not care? I pondered to myself. His eyes meet mine and he smirked...once again. I rolled my eyes and walked to lunch. It's going to be a long year...

So yeah...thx for reading. Please comment and leave feedback good or bad. I'm open to suggestions on were the story should go...till next time. All characters and rights belong to Cassandra Clare.