I look at myself in the mirror one last time before approving myself as school ready.

I grab my backpack and shove my few books in it as I run down the stairs, only to find that Jonathan hasn't come down yet.

I groan, plopping down into a chair silently as I watch my mom make breakfast. I grab a waffle and eat it quickly, waiting for Jonathan to come down.

Finally, after five minutes, Jonathan comes dashing down the stairs shouting, "We're going to be late! We're going to be late!"

"Jonathan, just get your keys so we can go." I respond slowly as I make my way out to his truck. He walks out of the house and towards the truck, getting in and starting the motor.

"Okay, lets go." Jonathan grins as he speeds towards school.

We get to school in a record timing, with five minutes left for us to get to class.

I place my bag in my locker, and pull out the books I need.

"I'll see you at Math!" Jonathan shouts down the hall. I smile, turning away from him and heading to Art.

Ding! Ding!

The bell sounds through the school just as I enter home room.

"Prepare to be astounded. I'm feeling inspirational today." Simon says animatedly as I sit down next to him.

"Is that so?" I respond. I place my books on the empty seat next to me.

"Yes," Simon smiles at me, though it does not last long. He looks behind me, glaring."

"What's wrong-" I follow his gaze, only to be met with golden eyes staring back at me.

My breath hitches as Jace Wayland stares back at me. His eyes scan the room for an empty seat until Mrs. Sharp interrupts him.

"Your late, Mr. Wayland." The art teacher announces.

"Yes, I know." Jace says coolly, "But, I was very busy this morning. My car broke down."

"Don't let it happen again."

"Okay, I apologize." Jace gives a charming smile.

"You can sit next to Clary today." Mrs. Sharp offers.

"Here, lets switch." Simon says, standing up and pulling his chair out. I smile, moving one seat over as Jace walks towards us.

Just as Simon is about to sit down in the center of the three chairs, Jace takes it before he can.

"What's up, carrot?" Jace asks me. I cringe.

"Shut up, Rapunzel." I respond coldly.

He places his hand on his heart in mock hurt, "Oh, I am offended. I think would be much prettier then her if I was a girl."

"I doubt it." I say under my breath. Simon groans, taking the seat next to Jace.

I sniffle, smelling a cologne scent.

"Carrot's got a cold?" Jace grins.

"If your coming over here to annoy me, then please go away." I hiss.

"No thanks. I prefer annoying you." Simon turns towards Jace.

"Just leave Clary alone! What has she ever done to you?" Simon says In a quiet voice.

"Well, for one she-"

"Don't answer that." I reply.

"Okay Class. This is a free period to draw. Have fun." Mrs. Sharp says, all but enthusiastic.

"Awesome." I murmur, taking out my sketch book.

"Woah. Carrot draws? Let me see this." Jace takes the sketch book from my hands.

"What? No! Jace! Give it back!" I yelp, reaching for it. He barely notices as he puts his feet up on the desk, going through the book.

"Hmm. Is this of your boyfriend?" Jace asks, looking at a drawing of Simon. He turns the page to reveal a golden eyed boy, looking a lot like himself. He pauses, giving me enough time to snatch it away from him.

"He's not my boyfriend." I growl.

I look at Simon, seeing a look of hurt on his face, though it vanishes quickly.

I bite my lip.

Surely Jace would have made fun of me already if he had noticed the drawing was of him. I think to myself.

Okay. I am going to be honest.

Before I knew how Jace was, I had drawn a photo of him, though, I never took it out.

And now he probably knows about it.

I groan.

This is going to be a long day.