Everybody knew who Clarissa Fray was. Jace Herondale, on the other hand. Clarissa, Clary to anyone who knew her, was the kind of girl every girl wanted to be and every guy wanted to date. Whatever she wore was cool. Jace was the kind of guy nobody wanted to be. Whatever he wore was so not cool. Clary and Jace didn't really know each other. Of course, Jace knew who Clary was but she didn't even know he existed. That was until the start of a new school year. Suddenly they found they had art together and the teacher, Mr Roberts, had sat them next to each other
Clary POV:
For some reason, I found myself drawn to the golden haired boy I was next to. I subtly scanned him. One eye was blue, the other half blue, half brown. I didn't recognise him, yet I felt as though I'd seen him before. "Are you new?" He laughed both harshly and awkwardly at the same time. "Nope, been here as long as you."
"Oh, well I'm Clary."
"I know. I'm Jace." Jace. It seemed to suit him.
Jace POV:
I was surprised. Clary was so friendly. Maybe art wouldn't be so bad this year. I had never been this close to her before and she smelt of strawberries. Her hair was the colour of Autumn (don't ask me how autumn has one colour) and her eyes were the colour of Emeralds-a perfect green. She had freckles across her nose and her lips were bright red.
Before I was ready to see her go, the bell rang and she got up. "It was nice to meet you, Jace." She smiled, flicked her hair over her shoulder, pulled on her black leather jacket and walked out the classroom. I watched her leave before getting up to meet my best friend outside.
