Hello, everyone!
This is my third fanfic, and I'll hope you'll like it. It's about Clary and Jace. Please R&R... and enjoy!
The characters, unfortunately, do not belong to me.
The Shadow World
Chapter One
Clary's POV
Clary didn't really know how to react to the fact that she would be changing into another school, and the major problem was that Simon wasn't coming with her.
It was in the middle of the term. For some reason, her mother decided that she wasn't learning enough in her old school, and the worst insult of all was that she must relearn her sophomore year. Just her luck that she wasted six months of learning.
Clary had complained, yelled, and... why not admit it? She swore like a fiend, and naturally, lavender soap tasted horrible.
Clary glanced at the tall building that looked like a cross between the Empire State Building and the Lincoln Memorial. A banner saying Welcome Kingsley Knights! Blared the message a little too clearly.
"Enjoy your day, honey," Jocelyn, her mother, tried to sound optimistic, but failing.
Jocelyn wasn't a bad mom. She was nice, really. When Clary was in Elementary school, Jocelyn would quit work and walk Clary home when it was rainy, hold birthday parties for her even though Jocelyn hated big parties, and even helping her write an essay for English when Clary had to work extra shifts at Monique's Mocha.
Clary's gut twisted with guilt, but she didn't really say anything. Well, she wouldn't break down in front of complete strangers and ruin her chance of a good impression. Bullies can be a problem at times.
Clary straightened her scarf and glanced at herself. Well, not bad. Her dark red hair was twisted into a bun, with strands of hair curled stylishly around her face. She wore a dark evergreen tunic that matched her eyes, black leggings and a pair of cute flats that made her feet appear just the right size. As much as she hated mascara, she still placed some to hide her bloodshot eyes.
Clary entered the lobby, marveling at the fine marble sculptures and eagle banners.
"How may I help you?" someone at the front desk asked.
"I'm Clary Fray..."
"Oh, the new kid," the receptionist handed her some sheets and a pen.
Clary didn't say anything as she grabbed her schedule. More kids milled around the lobby.
An old fashioned bell rang, and the kids disappeared from their posts, scurrying into the hallways.
OK...
Clary checked her schedule. Oh, it was Chemistry.
Clary glanced at her map. It took her at least five minutes to locate the room, and ten more to find her way through the twisty, maze-like hallways.
She was positively shaking when she rapped on the door.
Dr. Philip Greenburg was written in bold letters across the board. He certainly didn't look happy to be interrupted.
"Dr... Greenburg...?" Clary asked.
"That's me," Dr. Greenburg said, annoyed. He was a scrawny guy with about three strands of hair on his head. There was a way he spoke, as if he was the king of the world and everyone else was inferior.
"Well, come on in!" Greenburg demanded, gesturing towards the desk at the end of the room.
Clary ducked her head and slipped to the end of the room, taking out her textbook, notebooks and pens.
"If anyone could be so kind to fill our dear Ms. Fray out on what has happened..."
Clary glanced around meekly. A few people muttered hellos. Most just stared at their books.
The girl sitting next to her raised her hand.
Clary's jaw nearly dropped. The girl sitting next to her was gorgeous, by far the prettiest girl there is. Her wavy black hair framed her face with effortless carelessness, and her skin was like porcelain. She wore a billowy white dress and simple white kitten heels, ankles crossed. Don't even get started on the face.
"Yes, Ms. Lyons?"
"We will be needing two notebooks for this class, along with a red and black pen. For the rest of the class, you were talking about your High School essay about Hydrochloric Acid," the girl replied. Her voice was smooth, her english fluent.
Dr. Greenburg scowled and continued babbling.
Clary labeled her notebook and waited for the class to pass.
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The bell rang, and everyone stood up, bustling their things.
"Hi, I'm Isabelle Lyons,"
Clary glanced at the girl.
"I'm Clary Fray," Clary replied cautiously.
"Welcome to Kingsley High," Isabelle said. "My brother's Alec over there," Isabelle nodded to a tall boy with the same dark hair and pale skin. "And you might want to watch out for Greenburg. He gives out detention slips like there's no tomorrow. What's your next class?"
"Um... Algebra," Clary said.
"Me too!" Isabelle sounded pleasantly surprised. "Come on, then. This school is like a maze. You wouldn't want to get lost,"
Clary gathered her books and followed Isabelle out. She'd made a new friend.
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It turned out that Isabelle was a really nice person. Clary didn't know what to do without her.
Clary carried her lunch tray to an empty table. Isabelle sat beside her.
The food was pretty decent, Clary thought as she bit into a veggie burrito.
A few other girls drifted over. They introduced each other as Maia, Aline, and a few more. All of them seemed pleasant enough.
Just as Clary thought she might actually like this school, everything changed when that boy came over.
Just as she placed her burrito down for a sip of water, a group of boys came sauntering down the line, all of them gorgeous. They laughed amongst themselves, throwing mock punches, sharing slaps on the back, acting cool. Those were the types of crowds Clary stayed away from.
"That's Alec, my brother," Isabelle made introductions. "That's Peter, Drew..."
All of Isabelle's words were gone.
Clary suddenly felt her eyes glued onto one of the boys at the center of the crowd. Obviously, he was the leader of the group.
Clary only caught a glimpse of him, but it was enough.
The boy had shaggy golden hair, a lean, wiry build, the grace of a dancer and golden eyes. They held eye contact for only a second, but the boy glanced away first, laughing at a joke from Alec.
"Who's that?" Clary asked.
"Jace Walker," Isabelle replied. "Our parents let him live with us sort of as a special favor to the social services. Well, he technically lives in an apartment next to our house, since our parents think he's too..." Isabelle fumbled. Her pretty face was twisted with disgust. "My parents think he's not good enough to live in the mansion. They sent him to a ratty old place instead."
Clary frowned. She didn't question Isabelle.
She didn't know why she thought of Jace all through the day either.
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After lunch was Art.
Yes, Clary loved Art. She loved the brush, the pen, the pencils.
She entered the Art Room. Isabelle had to take Music.
Most of the students were already there, fiddling with whatever they had in their hands.
"Ah, Ms. Fray," a pretty woman with creamy brown hair smiled at Clary pleasantly. "You'll be sitting over here..."
She gestured towards the front.
Clary took a seat.
Just before the bell rang, Jace and Alec entered the room.
Clary stiffened when Jace's eyes met hers.
"Mr. Lyons, you'll be sitting next to Maia over there... And Mr. Walker..."
Clary scanned the surroundings. There were no extra seats apart from the one next to her...
"Mr. Walker, you'll be sitting next to Ms. Fray."
Clary didn't even dare to breath when Jace sat next to her.
She buried her head into her arms. This was so screwed.
