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This is my first fanfic so don't judge too much
Changed some of the characters personalities.
Btw I do not own any of these characters so don't sue me :)
And in the Mortal instruments book series I'm only up to the third book so I don't know alllllll the characters
And I made some up
Plz don't hateeeee
So lets get riiiiiiighhhhhtttttt intoooooo theeeeeee stooooryyyyy
(Sorry that was a keemstar reference. don't worry I hate him too)
I slammed my locker door shut.
"Hey, Clary" said a deep voice behind me. I guessed it was my boyfriend Simon. Who else would it be everybody hates me anyway. The 'loner girl', The 'ranger'. That's what other people usually call me not 'Clary'.
I turned around.
"Hi Simon, I can't really talk now I have art and you know how much the art teacher gets pissed if I'm late" I said quickly, trying to avoid Simon's kiss. (I'm a shy type of person).
Simon pulled me rowers his chest and kissed me tenderly on my lips. He smelt like aftershave and cinnamon and that old book kind of smell.
I pulled away. "Seriously Simon, I cannot talk right now. Ive got art. See ya after school" I said with a smile. Only it was more of a grimace. As you can tell me and Simon were close but I didn't love him as much as I did before.
Simon is a nice guy and all, but sometimes he turns bad when he doesn't get what he wants. HIs kicks and punches are proof. I know that is no way to treat a lady but I still love him and I wouldn't leave him. Mainly because he is the only person that doesn't call me names.
My feet echoed against the hard linoleum floor as I jogged to the art room.
"Shit I am really late" I mumbled under my breath.
As I sit down into my chair I hear Mrs Stear's strict voice saying "Clarrisa Fray, late again I see." smirking.
Only a severe love for art would keep me attending this class.
Mrs Stear is such a bitch to me.
"Oh sorry, I'm late, I'm new so I don't really know my way round' the school." Says a voice.
Oh damnnn he is gonna get screwed over by Mrs Stear.
I swivel around in my chair and oh god.
A literal angel stands in the curly, golden hair was styled effortlessly on his head. But damnnnn was he hot. He was so faceable not huggable like Simon.
"It's all okay if you're new. But next time be on time" spoke Mrs Stear.
The new kid moved across the class and sat in the chair next to mine.
"Hey I'm Jace. I'm new here" said the hot guy.
"Hi I'm Clary" I answered.
"Can I borrow a pencil I forgot mine"
"Sure"
I reached into my pencil case and gave him one. He reached over and grabbed it. His finger skimmed mine and I felt this whooping sensation in my tummy. 'That boy is going to ruin me' I thought to myself.
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At lunch I was sitting alone under the tree like always.
I talked to Jace a lot in art class but I doubt that he would sit with me. But we did talk so much Mrs Stear nearly gave me a detention. 'But ss soon as he starts talking with other people he will realise, I'm just a loser.' I thought.
Pity Simon never sits with me.
"Hey" said Jace.
"Hi" I said back
"Why does nobody ever sit with you. Its like you don't want to be friends with anybody"
"Its because nobody wants to be friends with an art freak like me" I say, taking a bite into my sandwich.
"Do you want to come to my house after school" asked Jace.
"Why"
"Because you seem like a nice person to talk to"
"Okay I'll come"
Jace reached into his backpack and wrote his details on a scrap piece of paper as the bell rang.
"See ya" I said slipping my backpack onto my shoulders.
"Bye" answers Jace tossing his head to get his hair out of his eyes.
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Im probs not going to write another chapter if I don't get more than 5 reviews. Coz there is no point writing stuff if no-ones gonna read it.
Anyway I will probs update in a week or two.
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