Chapter 1: Orientation

Jace POV:

Jace rolled over in his bed, trying to ignore the pounding headache, and the angry screams of his roommate.

"Jace, get your ass out of bed," yelled Jordan, "New student orientation starts in twenty minutes."

"Who fucking cares," muttered Jace throwing a pillow at the sound of Jordan's voice.

"New students are hot," replied Jordan, pushing Jace out of his bed. Jace hit the ground with a thump, but finally decided to change. Throwing a tight t-shirt over his well-defined muscles, Jace got up, and slowly walked to the door.

"Jacey," squealed a high pitched voice from just outside the room. Jace opened the door to find Kaelie, his girlfriend on the other side of the door. Calling Kaelie a girlfriend would be a bit of a stretch. Kaelie was just a fuck buddy; a girl that Jace knew he could have, without any effort. Secretly, Jace felt bad for just using Kaelie, but she also just used Jace as a trophy, so everything worked out.

Jace sat in the auditorium, watching the new students pile in. It was completely ridiculous that sophmores had to be in the auditorium for the new student orientation, but Jace didn't really care. He got to miss econ for this.

As Jace glanced down at the new students, he saw her. Her name was Clary Fray, and she went to his high school. And she broke his heart.

"Shit, shit, shit," Jace whispered, but unfortunately, Kaelie heard.

"What is it honey?" Kaelie asked in a syrupy voice, so sweet, that it made Jace want to throw up.

"See that girl down there with the red hair," Jace responded nonchalantly, "She's a slut and a bitch."

"Oh yah, she is ugly," Kaelie responded, snaking her arms around Jace's neck, and leaning in for a kiss.

That Jace could not agree with. Clary's hair was just as bright as it was on the first day of 7th grade, when 6th grade Clary switched into Jace's math class because she was declared precocious. Her eyes were still the same emeralds that shone at Jace in 8th grade when he asked her for a pencil. All Jace wanted was to run down, and hug Clary, but he couldn't. After everything she had done. After everything he had done.

Clary POV:

Clary tiptoed into USC's large auditorium. Next to her stood clumps of new students, also afraid, but likely for a different reason than her.

"Are you okay?" asked Clary's new friend Maia, with a look of worry on her face.

"Nothing," replied Clary, smiling, "Just a little nervous."

"Not just nervous, you look scared,"

Clary chose not to respond to this one, glancing around the room quickly. Thank god he wasn't here Clary began to think, but then she saw. He had is arm around another slut. Just like before he met me. Clary remembered Jace was a player, but even more than that, she remembered when they were together. She loved him, but he didn't love her. Not enough to stop him from pinning that cheerleader to my locker. Not only did Jace not like me, but he was also a dick.

The orientation went by in a flash, some old guy talking about how great USC is, and how if anyone needed help, they could always find it. An hour later, the orientation was over, and the freshmen were all allowed to go to class, or hang around.

Clary glanced down at her schedule, and groaned. She had Linear algebra next. Linear algebra was a sophomore class, so with her luck, she'd be stuck with the boy who broke her heart.