Hey, my Angels! I'm currently in the middle of two other stories... I know I'm insane... and I promise I won't stop working on those but I just wanted to start this new one. I hope y'all like it and if you do be sure to check out my other stories!
CLARY'S POV
"Ew," Maia Roberts was leaning against the chain linked fence as Clarissa Morgenstern was crouched a few feet in front of her tying her own shoes. "It's her."
Clary didn't need to look up to know who Maia was referring to. They were currently at a track meet, it was at their own school, Idris High, but their top rival school was, of course, there. Alicante High was the most hated school by anyone and everyone that went to Idris. It worked the same way reversed. As long as anyone could remember the two schools were always competing against each other in virtually everything. Sure, there were other high schools in the district and state but when Idris and Alicante were against each other it was like the others didn't even exist.
"I've told you a million times," Clary said standing up. "Just ignore her. It's not like you guys are in the same event anyway."
"You're right," Maia detached herself from the fence. "You are. Which means that you have to beat her today. I can't stand that perfect pretty pink princess." She spat out each 'p' and Clary laughed. Just like everyone else Maia hated the students from Alicante.
Despite knowing who it was that Maia was currently glaring at Clary still turned her head to see the girl. With gorgeous black hair, dark brown eyes, and long legs Isabelle Lightwood was one of the top runners at Alicante and their head cheerleader. Her and Clary usually both ran the 200-meter sprint. Clary didn't always win, but thankfully neither did Isabelle, although it usually was one of the two.
The Lightwoods siblings basically ruled Alicante High. The Morgenstern siblings basically ruled Idris High. Clary always found it a little ironic because her older brother, Jonathon, was the same age as Isabelle's older brother, Alec. Isabelle and Clary were also the same age. They were like parallels controlling their own parallel schools. Except they were nothing alike.
Now, just because the Lightwoods were in charge didn't mean there weren't others that had control over there. For instance, Jace Herondale was the closest and most trusted friend of both Lightwoods meaning he basically had as much control as they did, at times maybe more. Along with that, there was Magnus Bane, Alec's boyfriend. Although Clary could admit she liked Magnus far more than any of the other putrid Alicante students he was a bit eccentric at times.
Clary and Jonathon, on the other hand, had their own group of friends with them. Maia for one was Clary's best (and only) female friend. She was dating one of Jon's close friends too, Jordan Kyle. Then there was Simon Lewis, Clary's best friend since birth. With him it was more like popular by association but Clary never really cared what anyone else thought of him, he was her friend and that was that.
As if sensing he was thinking about her Simon suddenly appeared on the other side of the fence. He smiled through the wires at his two friends.
"Simon?" Clary said walking up to the fence. "I thought you had to go to one of Eric's poetry things again tonight?" Eric was one of Simon's best friends.
Simon shrugged. "He got chicken pox so I decided I'd come down here to see you guys run."
"Thanks," Maia said cheerfully. The two girls walked down the fence to the gate and joined Simon on the other side.
"So have you run into the queen bee yet?" Simon wondered aloud and Maia pointed her out.
"No, but she's right over there." She dropped her hand to her side. "I haven't seen her twin around though." Maia meant Alec, they always referred to the two as twins because their black hair and sharp features were so similar that they might as well have been.
"He might not have come to the meet," Clary said scanning the bleachers. Isabelle and Alec were both on the track team but occasionally Alec would miss a meet. He was also on the football team with Jace so Clary suspected it had something to do with practices.
"No because I saw Magnus a couple minutes ago," Simon said and then he grimaced. "Sunglasses, 2 o'clock." 'Sunglasses' was a code they had come up with for Jace seeing as they used to always joke about him being so gold it was hard to look directly at him, like the sun... just not as hot. Okay, that was a lie, because even if their schools were rivals any and every girl at Idris could admit that Jace was the embodiment of a god.
Right after Maia and Clary turned to see the said golden boy he had looked up from his friends and caught their eye. Jace smirked and made his way over to them. Clary inwardly groaned while Maia outwardly did it.
"Well, well, well," Jace said as he approached them. "If it isn't Clarissa Morgenstern. It's been a while short stack, tell me, how's Jon doing?"
Clary knew what he was referring to. A year ago, maybe even a bit longer, Jace had (purposefully) sprained one of Jon's ankles so he couldn't play football the entire season. He never let her brother live it down.
"Just fine," Clary answered with more poison than intended. "In fact, he plans on kicking your ass this year, so I'd watch out if I were you."
Jace made a show of acting scared before giving the three his signature smirk. "If I were you I'd worry more about Jon than about me because I fully intend on winning every game."
"I wouldn't get your hopes up," Maia cut in. "We've all seen your team play in the past and I think it's safe to say that every good player you guys had graduated last year." Clary had to bite her tongue to hold back a large grin. "I mean you had to sabotage another player just so you guys had a chance at playing last year, that's when you know you suck."
Any trace of humor or sarcasm left Jace's face as he glared down at Maia. She had a confident smile on her face and even Clary knew there was no way back from that.
"You talk big now," Jace said. "But just wait, Alicante's team will wipe the smile off every single one of your faces. Idris High has no hope, not in football, not in track, not as a school in general."
With that, Jace turned on his heel and walked away. The three were left dumfounded by what Jace had said, he'd never really gotten that serious before. Even in stories Clary had heard from other students he always had some sort of menacing grin on his face. As he was walking away though Clary felt someone swing an arm around her shoulder. She looked up to see her brother.
"What did he want?" He asked looking in Jace's direction. Actually, it was more glaring.
"Just trying to scare us," Clary said. "It didn't work."
Jon smiled. "Of course not, no one can scare to great Clary Morgenstern." Clary pushed her brother's arm off her shoulder but there was a smile on her face.
"Shut up," She said and started walking back towards the field. She turned around when she and Maia reached the gate. "We'll see you guys later."
"Wish us luck!" Maia called out as they started running towards where they were supposed to have been sitting for the past 10 minutes.
"Why?!" It was Simon calling out to them. "You don't need it!" Clary jogged backward to grin at her friend, he shot her a thumbs up before walking back to the bleachers with Jon.
As they reached the other students from Idris High Clary glanced over at Isabelle. The two girls locked eyes for a split second. Neither of them making any sort of facial expression, not a glare nor a smile. When Isabelle was the first to look away Clary sighed and turned back to Maia.
"Have you seen Jordan?" She wondered. Jordan ran track and played basketball but Clary had yet to see her friend's boyfriend today.
"No," Maia said as if just realizing he hadn't been around. "Come to think of it I haven't seen Sebastian either." Maia raised an eyebrow at Clary expectantly and she rolled her eyes.
"Don't give me that look, you know I'm trying to keep my distance from him so that the break up will be easier," Maia just shrugged and turned away. Clary had been saying she was going to break up with her boyfriend Sebastian Verlac for the past two weeks but hadn't gotten up the guts to actually do it yet.
Sebastian was a nice guy and all, and him and Clary had had some fun in the past, but over time she had realized she just didn't like him anymore. Sure, he was on the football team, and ran track, and was one of the most popular guys in school, not to mention the good looks and great charisma, but Clary just didn't feel what she used to. The spark was gone along with any chemistry they once had.
One of the coaches started speaking exclusively to their group and everybody listened intently. Clary was beginning to grow bored of the same speech they got every meet when Sebastian suddenly showed up at her side panting. Jordan soon followed after him and appeared just as worn out.
"Where have you two been?" Maia scorned. "Any later and you wouldn't be in any events."
Sebastian waved her worry away with his hand. "We were busy doing something."
"Doing what?" Clary questioned and both of them grinned.
"You'll find out later," Jordan replied easily and both girls rolled their eyes.
Hours later and all the events were done. There had been no sign of the prank that Jordan and Sebastian had undoubtedly pulled and Clary was beginning to wonder if they actually had done something. On the better side of things, Clary came in second in her event and Isabelle Lightwood came in third. Clary didn't really care about getting first just as long as she beat Isabelle.
Clary was drinking from her water bottle when the infamous Lightwood girl came up to her. Maia was somewhere with Simon and Jon was likely talking with his friends waiting for Clary so they could drive home. None of Isabelle's friends were around nor was her brother. It was just them.
"Good job today," Clary resisted the urge to roll her eyes as Isabelle spoke. "Too bad you couldn't place first, then again, when do you ever really win?"
Now Clary did roll her eyes. "Second is still better than third. At least I didn't blatantly lose."
Isabelle crossed her arms over her chest. "Third is still good, and at least I have some modesty."
"Well, you don't really need modesty when you get third now do you?" Isabelle opened her mouth to respond but before she could there was an angry yell that sounded like it came from the boys' locker room.
About a dozen guys that went to Alicante High stormed out. The leader of the little group, Raphael, was holding up a t-shirt but still wearing his track clothes. Most of the guys behind him were dressed though.
"What the hell Morgenstern?!" Raphael yelled and Clary realized he was looking at Jon. Her brother turned away from his friends and stood face to face with the angry boy. "You dyed all our clothing your school colors? Classy."
Clary couldn't see very well in the dim light and since she was a little ways away from them but when she looked closer she saw that the t-shirt Raphael was holding looked tye-dyed green and gold. The rest of the guys had similar colored clothing.
"That wasn't me," Jon said after inspecting what was being held out to him.
"Sure it wasn't," Raphael growled. "This is just petty and lame, wait till we get you back. That's going to be something." With that Raphael turned on his heel and walked away, his posse following behind him.
Out of the corner of her eye, Clary saw Jordan and Sebastian along with some other guys. They were laughing after having just watched what unfolded and Clary rolled her eyes realizing it had been them.
"Well that was something," Isabelle said and Clary suddenly remembered she was there. "I'm sure when Alec hears about this he won't be happy."
"Where is your brother anyway?" Clary asked crossing her arms over her chest. "I hope he wasn't too intimidated to show up."
Isabelle's jaw tightened and she glared daggers at Clary. "His whereabouts are none of your business. I'll let him know you were wondering about him though."
"Please do," Clary's grin was filled with mocking sarcasm and loathing. The two girls glared at each other for a moment longer before they both turned at the same time and walked away from each other. When Clary reached Jonathon they headed off to his car without a word.
ISABELLE'S POV
"Jace, that's so stupid," Isabelle said as her, Magnus, and Jace entered her house. It was actually more like a mansion though, one of the reasons Isabelle and Alec were so popular was because of how rich they were. Stupid reason, but it was a reason.
"Is not," Jace argued. "I think it's perfectly reasonable."
"Of course you would think that a bear running a coffee shop is reasonable," Magnus muttered. "How does that even make sense?"
"It just does," Jace said. "Think about it, it'd be called 'Bearly Coffee'."
"But then people would think that they don't sell coffee," Isabelle raised an eyebrow. One of the maids came over and took her stuff from her and her friends.
Jace rolled his eyes. "No you're thinking too logically about this, any place that has the word coffee in it sells coffee, and they'd be selling other drinks too along with food."
"But you're still not explaining how to bear is running this in the first place," Magnus pointed out as they began to make their way to the third floor of the house. The first floor was for everyone, the second one was where their parents slept, and Isabelle and Alec had been given the entire third floor to themselves. "Who's doing the financials? Who's making the coffee? What'll happen when a bear accidentally mauls a customer?"
Jace just shook his head. "They'd be trained, you know like circus bears. Trust me, it'd work."
"Last time we trusted you on anything Izzy lost her eyebrows," Alec had appeared in front of them. Jace laughed at his comment while Isabelle's hands flew up to her eyebrows as the horrid memory flooded her brain.
"How you feeling?" Magnus asked as he gave Alec a kiss on the cheek.
He shrugged. "Better, my fever is mostly down. How was the meet?"
Isabelle groaned. "Morgenstern beat me," She admitted reluctantly. "And her little boyfriend messed with a bunch of our guys' clothes. Raphy was not happy to find his favorite t-shirt green and gold."
Alec chuckled. "Sort of wish I had been there to see that fight, Raphael hates Sebastian more than anything."
"That's the thing," Jace said as he plopped down on a couch. "He started yelling at Jonathon."
"Yeah, I don't think he knew it was Sebastian," Magnus said. "If he did then one of them would likely be in the hospital right now."
"More like both of them," Isabelle yawned as she sat on the couch with Jace. She leaned against the arm rest and laid her feet over his lap. "I'm pooped."
"Same," Jace said yawning too and he glared at Isabelle as if she was the cause of him being tired.
"Well we've got school in the morning so I guess you two should be heading home," Alec said even as he continued to lean against his boyfriend.
"Can I just sleep here, Stephen's away again," Jace asked a pained look on his face and Isabelle felt a tinge of sadness for him. Jace didn't exactly have the best home life. His mother, Celine, had died when he was younger and his father, Stephen, was never around and when he was he wasn't exactly the best dad. He lived in a crummy neighborhood and from what Isabelle understood his education was paid for by the government. But somehow Jace always seemed to have an upbeat attitude, on the outside he may seem like a pain in the ass but once you actually get to know him he's a pretty good guy. A bit of a nerd even.
"Sure," Alec answered. "Robert and Maryse won't care, they love you."
Jace smirked. "Of course they do, who doesn't love me?"
"Wipe the smirk off your face Herondale," Alec scolded. "I can think of a few thousand people who don't love you."
"Idris High doesn't count," Jace crossed his arms. "Plus it's not like I haven't gone out with a few Idris girls in the past, so really they do all love me."
"Whatever," Alec shook his head but he was smiling.
"Welp," Isabelle said hopping off the couch. "I'm going to bed I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"Night Iz!" Alec called out and was echoed by Magnus. And thus was the start of a new year with the same old feud.