Part One-Spring

Chapter 1. WARNING: friendly people alert

Here we go again, I think, sighing. The school is really close to my house, so that's good. Just a five minute walk, and that's it. The school is bigger than the last one. Or was that the one before? Whatever. New place, new start. The apartment's worse though. There are a lot of gigantic dudes with tattoos all over, and I can smell cigars everywhere.

I get my schedule, looking at it and grunting-as usual-although I hate like every single subjects. I personally think they're all awful. So I don't have favorites. I like art, but not in school. I like to keep my drawing to myself.

A lot of people are staring at me, probably pint pointing my flaws and wondering how to pick on me. As usual, I know. Not that I care. The last thing I want to do is to make friends. I always tried to keep away from my classmates, but somehow, I always ended up with my heart broken in the end when I had to leave that region once again. But this time, I'm going to stay by myself. No friends, I tell myself. No more heartbreaking.

"Hello," someone says, tapping my shoulder.

I jump in surprise, swearing loudly. I find everyone staring at me, and I feel hotness creeping up my cheeks. Great, the first thing I had to say in this school was a swear word.

The one who scared me is a girl with beautiful black hair. She looks stunning, her makeup absolutely perfect.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," she says.

Oh, so she's friendly?

I remain my silence, watching her next move.

"I'm Isabelle. Nice to meet you."

"Clary," I tell her.

Surely, saying my name won't bring us close together. It's not a big deal. I'm being formal, not friendly.

"You're new. You want me to show you around?"

I mumble a no-thank-you and turn around. Don't care if she's hurt or that kind of shit. No friend, no breaking heart.

I look at the school map and find the English classroom. I mean, I never got the people who were asking around to find a classroom. There's something called a map. We're in a freaking high school, so don't tell me you cannot read a map.

The only great thing I found out about this school today is that we don't have any seating plans. The classroom is pretty crowded, so it's kinda hard to find a seat. Finally, I sit down beside a slutty looking girl with blonde hair. Alright, maybe there were plenty of seats but I decided to sit by her since I'm absolutely sure I'll never befriend her.

She looks at me, or more like glares at me as I do.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asks with her annoying high pitched voice.

Normally, I would just ignore people like her, but something about her just makes me wanna break her neck. I remain seated, but I also do not answer, hoping it annoys her like hell. So she's rude. Good. At least she won't be trying to talk to me during class.

"I asked you a question."

God, she's getting annoying.

"Hello? Are you deaf?"

"Hello? Are you stupid?" I snap back, unable to hold myself back anymore. "I'm not deaf, I'm just ignoring you, idiot. Can't you even tell the difference?"

A laughter erupts in the classroom, although I can't find anything funny about it.

"You are so dead," she hisses, blushing furiously.

But just then, a boy walks into the classroom, walking toward me and the girl.

"Hello, Kaelie," he says, smirking.

So the bitch's name is Kaelie. And that Kaelie's face suddenly turns sickly sweet, smiling up at the boy.

"Hello, Jace."

And Blondie's name is Jace.

"I see you're making friends with a new girl."

"Oh, yeah. She seems pretty nice to me."

Okay, wasn't she telling me about my death just a few seconds ago prophetically?

A few people roll their eyes at her, which makes me smirk inwardly. Guess not everyone's that stupid. Wait, did I say that? Surely I didn't.

"So, what's your name?" Blondie asks me, and I mumble my name.

"What was that?"

"Claire, I heard," Kaelie says. "She said Claire."

Ugh. Who cares. So I don't correct her.

"Good to see you, Claire."

He sits behind the slut, playing with her hair, making her giggle.

Maybe I shouldn't have chosen this seat. So I start to get up, but Blondie stops me.

"Where you going, Claire?"

"Somewhere that isn't full of teenage hormones," I answer.

I hear him laugh as I go find another seat. There's a brown haired boy who's lying face down on the desk, so I think he's asleep. I go sit beside him, smiling at the fact that he won't notice me. But unfortunately for me, he does.

"Hey," he says, raising his face.

Damn. He's hot. Why? Why? This classroom is seriously full of hazards. At least that nice girl isn't here.

"Hello," I reply, but it comes out like a groan.

"Did your goldfish die this morning? I'm sorry for your loss."

I fight back the urge to let my eyes go skyward, trying my best to ignore him.

"I remember one time when my aunt's friend's brother's girlfriend's goldfish died. Trust me, it was very traumatic."

Does he think that's funny?

"I'm Jordan, by the way."

"Clary."

"Huh, I thought your name was Claire."

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"One of my favorite things to do," he says, smiling widely. "Next to repro-"

"I really don't wanna hear that."

His smile is genuine and contagious unlike Blondie's smirk. Wait, did I say that? Okay, stop. No more friendly crap. I let my face go stone hard again, waiting for the teacher to start.

"English," Mr. Blackwell says. "What do you think that is?"

"Boring," a random boy says.

"Not funny. Miss Morgenstern?" He asks, looking at me.

"Um... A subject you teach?"

And damn Jordan laughs. And his laugh is beautiful. Wait, what?

I roll my eyes, not daring to let my cheeks blush. I've trained my whole life for that, so it isn't that hard. Poker face, I tell myself.

"Not very nice way to start your first day, eh?" The teacher says, sighing. "English, is something that connects your feeling and the world."

The students start awing sarcastically, Jordan blowing Mr. Blackwell a kiss.

"Never have I ever thought I'd hear a teacher say the word connect," Blondie says.

I want to tell him so bad how stupid joke-if you can call it a joke-it was. I mean, who finds that funny? But even so, all the girls are laughing, oblivious to the fact that everyone can hear how fake it is.

"Mr. Lightwood."

Poor teacher. Although he looks stupid, I feel bad for him. Especially because of that egostic pighead.

"So, Shakespeare, what he wanted-"

"To listen to you talking about all that bullshit or just ditch this class, that is the question."

I sigh, rolling my eyes at Blondie. This is going to be a long day.

"So you're not the type that talks much?" Jordan asks, following me to the cafeteria.

"I'm not the kind that's nice. So you might want to stay away from me if you like your teeth."

"I love them, trust me, but I think I love your attitude more."

I don't bother to hold my eye-rolling back this time, and Jordan smiles at this.

"Come on. You want to have lunch with me?"

"Let me see, no."

"So you're going to eat all by yourself?"

"That's my plan."

"On the scale of one to ten, how stubborn are you, ten being the worst?"

I don't answer him, and head to an empty table, wishing he'd take a hint.

"We'll see about this tomorrow, Tink."

Wait, did he just nickname me after a tiny idiotic blonde fairy? Ugh, whatever. I just have to never see him again.

I go to an empty table, putting my tray down. I look around the cafeteria, trying to read people's mind. Well, certainly Kaelie wants a camera right now since she's staring at Blondie's ass for centuries. And then, there's Isabelle beside him. I wonder if they're dating. Jordan's sitting beside a pretty girl in front of Jace. I can tell that she's into him.

And that, my friend, has to be when Jordan decides to turn around. He smiles, winks at me, and continues eating his apple. Awesome. Things are going perfectly awesome.

"Hey, can I at least know where you live?"

I ignore him, continuing the walk to my apartment.

"Your number, then?"

I give him the finger, not even turning back.

"Come on, just your number in case you need me."

"Look, I don't have a phone," I say, turning back to face Jordan.

"Of course you don't."

"I'm serious. So stop following me."

"As much as I'd love to follow you, I'm not. I live in a small apartment called Dumort."

"No freaking way."

"Um... Why? Is that where your goldfish died?"

"Ugh, just forget it!"

"Wait, is that where you live?"

I stiffen up, and he notices this.

"I live in 403, you?"

Damn it, talk about cliches.

"None of your buisness."

"Oh well. I'll figure that out soon."

So the rest of our-correction, my-walk is full of him trying to get me to talk, and me ignoring him. Just because he lives in the same apartment doesn't mean that we'll become besties like in movies, right? Like hello, my name is Jordan. Hello, my name is Clary, and we're gonna be bestfriend forever!

"Seriously? This is just so cliche. You live in 402? You know, this is when an unbreakable bond between two people forms in movies."

Did I jinx that? Tell me I didn't.

"Trust me, I can break it in half and throw it in the meat grinder"

"Ouch. Can I come over?"

I give him an incredulous look before unlocking the door and shutting the door in his face.

Although Jace is a guy, why do I like the sound of Clary calling him Blondie? He's gonna be so shocked when he hears it though...

So this story is based on my own life, although my dad is not being chased-so please don't call the cops or something. I just had to move around a lot. Like, A LOT. Jordan is portraying my latest bestfriend, and Jace is... No one. Because I love Clace, but me and my bestfriend... Just no. I bet he'll know that Jordan is him when he reads this-although I don't want him to, because that would be so embarrassing.

So anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter!