Love To
Chapter 1:
I pulled my favorite tee shirt over my head, it had More Than Words printed across the fabric. It was cold today, and I didn't want to go to school but then again I was to tired to do anything let alone leave my warm room. I dropped to my knees by my bed and fished out my fuzzy boots, pulling them over my heavy socks and jeans. I pushed my stele farther into my pocket, not that I'd need it, but you never know when you could take a spill down the stairs, especially with the vampires roaming the halls, but it hasn't happened for quite some time, since Simon was turned, he was my guardian against Lily and Raphael.
I peeked up at myself in the mirror. My hair was kind of crazy so I tamed it with a few strokes of my hairbrush. I picked up a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. They weren't real but they were a cute vintage accessory. I shimmied into a cozy cardigan and opened my door, welcoming the scent of coffee and paint. She was washing out a few brushes in the sink, my step father Luke sipped coffee in the recliner watching the news. I poured a bowl of Frosted Flakes and took a seat on the sofa, plucking the remote out of Luke's hand.
"Hey! I was watching that!" He turned towards me, his hair was a mess and his glasses sat crookedly perched on his nose.
"And I'll be gone within half an hour, for a very long eight hours of school. So mister when you have to go through hell for one third of your day I'll let you watch the news." I grinned over at him as the smile crept over his face. I flicked the channel to an episode of Scooby-Doo.
"Hey! Look Luke they're hunting a werewolf!" I giggled. He ignored me retrieving the paper he attempted to engross himself in. I heard the door open and didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Simon sat next to me as I finished off my cereal.
"Oh, the sheep rustler did it." He smiles, obviously proud of himself.
"Thank you Simon! We can leave ten minutes early now." Mock enthusiasm dripped on every word. He bared his teeth.
"Grr." He fake growls, lifting my top lip to show my incisor. I nipped his finger and he stared at me in horror.
"That wasn't very nice." He pouted.
"Come on we have to get to school." I kissed Luke on the cheek as we passed and blew a quick peck to my mother as we left the apartment. Simon graciously opened the door of his car. His sister, Rebecca, had bought a new one so she graciously gave the old one to Simon. It was a somewhat old Toyota Corola, made in the 70's but the gas mileage wasn't that bad. I plugged my IPod in the dock he had somehow installed. I scrolled to a Beatles song, humming along. We pulled into the school into a spot next to a silver Porsche. I frowned, never seen that here? Then again, I live in New York and go to the only school for supernatural beings.
After Simon left me to go to his locker I slid down the hallway to the front office.
"Hi Magnus, how goes it?" I ask seeing the lanky figure of Magnus bent over the extracurricular activities sign up sheet. His hair spiked on his head. A dark red velvet blazer, black skinny jeans, and black boots.
"It goes." He grinned up at her. "So what do you think?" He asked turning in a circle.
"Phantom of the Opera?" I cocked my head to the side.
"Exactly what I was aiming for!" His smile widened. I looked at the list as three new kids strode into the office. A tall girl with long raven hair, and dark brown eyes, almost black, she had on dark skinny jean and a much sequined shirt, but what really got me was the tall pink pumps she was wearing. Gosh those must be painful. I saw a well built boy maybe 6 foot he had raven hair like the girl, probably related, but instead of those dark eyes he had bright blue eyes. He was cute, wearing a dark blue sweater and jeans. He glanced around looking a little intimidated. Then I saw him, and he was golden. I'm being serious he was gold. He had a slight tan, light blonde hair, and amber eyes that reminded her of honey. He looked like a lion, almost predatory. He had a cocky smirk on his face that sent a shock of annoyance and want through her.
Mrs. James looked up from her screen, no doubt she was playing solitaire.
"How may I help you?" She didn't seem as friendly as she looked.
"I'm Isabelle Lightwood, and these are my brothers, Alec Lightwood and Jace Wayland. We would like our schedules." She sounded a little bored. I glanced at Magnus but he was gawking at the boy who I guess was Alec.
"Of course, here you are." She shoved the papers into Isabelle's hands.
"Do you have a map?" Isabelle furrowed her brow, but only received a scoff from Mrs. James. Magnus smiled at the group.
"Oh Clarissa my dear, you're part of the student welcoming committee. Why don't you show these new students to their classes?" I smiled kindly at the group but silently cussed Magnus out.
"Sure thing." I moved to the door as they shuffled out behind me. "So what made you choose this school?" I looked back at them; they weren't werewolves, or vampires. I doubt they are warlocks or faeries. Nephilim?
"Location." Jace smirked.
"What are you anyways? Nephilim?" I turned to them causing them to stop. A look of shock flashed over their faces.
"How did you know?" He muttered. I giggled at their expressions, rolling my sleeve off to show them a few left over Marks. They looked relieved, well Isabelle and Alec did, Jace just looked curious.
"What's on your mind hon?" I asked making his eyebrows shoot up.
"How does a little thing like you fend off demons?" He recovered that smirk back in place.
"Pray you won't find out." I rolled my eyes knowing he wasn't used to that kind of reaction, especially from girls. I grabbed the schedules looking them over.
"Okay, Alec, you'll go with me to Biology. Jace and Isabelle, you go down that hallway to the gym, it's the glass doors, very hard to miss. By the way, watch out for Lily she likes to surprise attack Shadowhunters." I linked my arm with Alec causing him to stiffen. I grinned at him and he gave me a little smile.
We sat at my usual table. Mr. Cole bounced around the front of the room. His booming voice made Alec jump once or twice. I patted his shoulder, leaning closer so he could hear me, "You get used to it." I stretched out in my chair, sketching the fish tank next to our table.