Ugh. 'Another year of high school,' Clary thought to herself.' At least this is my last year of high school,' she thought to herself. She was walking down the hallway when she saw her ex-boyfriend, Alec Lightwood. He was flirting with a new girl. I think because I hadn't seen around before. I wish I had never dated him. She kept walking until she reached her locker. She opened her perfectly, organized locker and looked up and down. Her math and science books were on the top shelf. Her AP history and AP language arts books on the other shelf.

'My favorite subjects,' she thought to herself, as she got her AP language arts and math books out. She looked to her left and saw what she thought was a new student because she had never seen him before. He had hair the color of the sun and he walked with such a walk that said 'look at me. I'm here.' She rolled her eyes and turned back around and walked to her first class.

She was the first one there yet again. She looked at the board and realized that they were going to study multi step equations. She opened her book to the pages she knew they would be working on and began her class work. After a while, she got bored of staring at her book, so she stared at the door. Until the boy she saw earlier in the hallway walked in the door and sat down next to her. 'What's he doing here? He can't be in this class." Then she thought about. 'Well I guess he could be in this class because it's not like this is advanced math.'

She opened her math book back up and kept working on that day's lesson. She had already finished half of what she knew would be their assigned work. "What are you doing?" asked the curious voice next to her. She looked to the side to see him staring with a confused look at her math book. "I'm doing today's classwork," she replied with a annoyed attitude. He looked at her, like are you insane, who does classwork before class starts?

"I know what you're thinking," she said to the new kid. "And what would that be?" "You're thinking, who does classwork before class actually starts? Well, the answer to that question is me. If you look around, I'm the only one doing work and it's already the third week of school."

'I wonder where the teacher is.' she thought to herself. She looked at her watch and saw that it was time to go to her AP language arts class. She closed her math book and stood up. When she looked to her left side, she noticed that the boy had stood up to.

"Can I see your schedule?" she asked the new boy. He handed her his schedule and compared it to hers. "Wow! We have exactly the same schedule. I wonder how that happened." "What really?' he said and took his schedule and hers out of Clary's hands and looked at them himself.

"Hey, you're right. Well in that case since I'm going to have you in every class, I might as well introduce myself. I'm Jace." he said. "And I'm Clary," she said.

They walked out of the classroom and down the hall to AP language arts. When they walked in, everyone looked up. Clary felt really embarrassed, until she realized what they were all staring at. They were all staring at Jace. She rolled her eyes and walked away, while Jace walked to the front of the class, introduced himself to the teacher, had his first day slip signed, and got his books.

After he got his books, he walked to where Clary was sitting and sat next to her. 'Figures,' she thought to herself when he sat down. She opened her book to the assigned pages they were going to use to take notes. She started taking notes, using her perfectly color coordinated note-taking system. He looked at her while she was taking notes, with a very intense gaze.

"Do you want something?" she asked him. "Yes. I want to know why you started our class work before class actually started." "Because I want to have the class work done, so that I can read my book." She pulled out her book and showed it to him. Right now she was in the process of reading The Giver. He looked at her like are you serious.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out what he was reading. She stared at him with wide eyes. "You're reading The Giver, too?" "Yeah. It's my favorite book." "Really, mine too." They started talking about different books they had read. They realized that they shared similar taste in books. Actually, they read almost exactly the same books. They had defiantly read the same amount of books as each other. 'He doesn't seem like the type to read books,' she thought to herself. "I know what you're thinking," Jace said to Clary. "Yeah. And what would that be."

"You're thinking, he doesn't seem like the type to read books. Well, actually, I was brought up reading books and playing instruments," he said to her. "Really! What instruments do you play? " "The saxophone and the guitar." "Really. I play them too. well, and the flute. I also study Japanese Martial Arts and I'm a super history buff. That's why I'm in AP history. Actually, history wise, I'm in my 2nd year of taking college history. So yeah. That's my impressiveness." He looked at her like are you serious.

"Yes, I'm serious. When we get to history, you'll see. The teacher loves me and everyone always wants me for their partner when we do projects, in-class work we can help each other with, and when they just really need help. Because I am the History buff after all." He looked at her like she was insane.

The bell rang for the next class. But he realized it was lunch time. "Do you want to have lunch together or do you normally sit with other people?" "Actually, during this time, I'm either in the library studying, on the roof studying with some of the kids from any of our classes, or I'm out at the track running." "Really? That's what you do everyday?" "Yes, it is."