Chapter 1

"Clarissa we don't have all day! We'll miss our flight if you take any slower!" I heard my mom yell from outside. I growled and walked out my front door and slid into the cab next to my mother. I loved Brooklyn, I've lived here my whole life and now I just have to leave to go to some fancy boarding school in California with a bunch of snobby rich kids, how fun. On our way to the airport I was silent the whole time. As we were driving I was staring out the window as we passed by the streets of Brooklyn remembering all the memories I had here. I'm really happy and proud of my mom that she was offered such an amazing job at the Academy of Art in California as an art professor. Just like my mom I've been an art freak since I was born. I love the feeling of the pencil and brush in my hand as I zone out into my own bubble and just do what I do best. Even though I'm angry at my mom for making me leave Brooklyn and leave behind my best friend since pre school, Simon, I'm kinda excited to see what California has to offer.

I walk besides my mom to the front desk in the airport to get our tickets and put away our suit cases. Our flight isn't for another 30 minutes so I go to the bathroom before it's time for our flight. I look at myself in the mirror and try to tame my fiery red curls. I fix up my makeup so my emerald green eyes can pop. I'm wearing white skinny jeans, a blue denim shirt, black converse, and a gold Micheal Kors watch. I'm pretty small, just a little over 5 foot. Everyone teases me about my height but being short isn't so bad. As I glance at myself one more time in the bathroom mirror I walk out the door. As I'm walking out the door I run into something hard, and then I realize not something, but someone.

I quickly try to apologize "Shit, I'm so sorry I'm such a klutz."

I look up to see the person I ran into and I'm in awe. Golden blonde curls that hang below his forehead just a little match his eyes and they lock with mine.

He lets out a soft chuckle, "Don't even worry about it, it's okay." He gave me a sexy grin. Okay I'll be honest everything about him was sexy. He was so beautiful God's tears literally created him.

I smiled back at him and walked back to my mom as I cursed to myself about how much of an idiot I am.

"The flight to California will now be boarding." said the woman on the intercom.

My mother gave away our tickets as we entered the plane. We took our seats and the plane lifted off a little soon after. I never really had that much of a fear of planes, but I didn't particularly enjoy being thousands of feet up in the air so the sooner we were on the ground the better. Our flight to Cali was approximately 5 hours but it felt like forever. I tried sleeping to make the time go by faster but that didn't work so I took out my sketchbook instead. Drawing always made me feel calm and at peace. I let my hand go to work and let my mind go at ease. After awhile I got up to go to the bathroom. I've always hated bathrooms on planes they were always so awkward and cramped. As I was walking down the isles almost reaching to the restroom someone stands out of their seat and turns to go my way but collides into me instead. Great, not again.

Before I could apologize a familiar voice stopped me. "Looks like we meet again little Red. Twice in one day, you know some people would call that fate." The golden boy smirked as he looked at me. God, he was beautiful and he knew it too. You could just tell by the way he smirked with confidence.

"Or some people would call it a cockblock from going to the bathroom, now if you will excuse me-" I said as I tried to get around him but he just side stepped in front of me. We did this a couple times until I retreated and gave him an annoyed look. "Seriously? I really need to go to the bathroom unless you want me to piss on the fucking floor of the plane."

He let out a soft chuckle. "You're a feisty one aren't you Red?" He grinned. As much as I would've loved to continue staring at him, I really needed to pee.

I sighed "What do you want?" He moved his face closer to mine until we were only a few inches away. I could feel his golden eyes blazing into my emerald ones.

"Your name." he said while staying close to me. I didn't move back, God knew I wanted to move closer so then our lips would collide together but that was crazy since I barely even knew the guy. And what I did know of him was that he was arrogant and full of himself.

"My name? Wouldn't you like to know?" I said as I grinned while still looking into his eyes, I wouldn't show any weakness. His charms and smooth talking probably worked on every other girl he tried it on but I wasn't any other girl of course.

"Yes" he said while grinning "I would." I contemplated whether or not I should tell him. I'm on a 5 hour flight talking to an arrogant hot guy, why not have a little fun?

I moved closer, but far enough so our lips wouldn't be touching. "I could tell you my name" he looked down at my lips, distracted, I knew this was my chance to escape. I quickly slipped by him and turned around so I was facing him again. "Or I could continue to let the curiosity kill you." He looked surprised and I smiled before turning around and walking towards the bathroom. Me, 1. Golden boy, 0.

Chapter 2

After 5 long, annoying hours we were back on the ground. Relieved, I followed my mother outside the airport where my step dad Luke was waiting for us. My father left when I was young and my mom met Luke a few years later and fell in love. I'm grateful to have him in my life.

"Luke!" I shouted as I dropped my luggage and ran over to him as he lifted me up into a bear hug. "Clare, I've missed you, how are you doing?" Luke had left for Cali 2 weeks before us to move in the furniture and situate everything in the house for my mother before we showed up. I wouldn't be staying with them, since Alicante High was a boarding school with dorms. I was a little sad but I had a good feeling things would turn out really great for me.

"Great! How's the house looking?" I said as he released me from the hug. "Everything's looking good, I wish you could stop by and see for yourself but the first day of classes start tomorrow and you need to get your things moved in your dorm today." I gave him a sad smile.

"2 weeks without you were hell." My mother said while walking towards Luke and giving him a kiss. "Jocelyn, I couldn't agree more." They smiled at each other before grabbing the luggage and putting it in the trunk of Luke's black BMW. I slipped in the back seat of the car as my parents took the passenger seats. I stared out the window as we drove looking at our surroundings. Palm trees, beach boys riding on long boards, I could get used to California. I was broke from my reverie when we stopped in front of a huge building. It looked old that was for sure, but it had a nice taste to it. Historical, but classy. I got out the car and grabbed one of my suit cases as Luke helped with the other one. I walked up to the steps of the building with my parents following behind me. As I opened the door and looked around the place that I would be staying at for the next 2 years. It was as big inside as it was outside, as expected. The halls were long and seemed to never have an end. The glossy marble floors and white pastel walls definitely made it own up to looking classy. I walked into a room that had the words "Front Office" labeled above it. I walked towards what appeared to be the front desk of the office where a woman sat. "Excuse me." The woman looked up at me after I spoke.

"Hi, how can I help you?" The woman said. Luke approached closer to the desk and said "Hi, this is our daughter Clarissa Fray. I think we spoke on the phone a few weeks ago, she's new."

The woman's eyes widened as she remembered. "Ah, yes! Mr. and Mrs. Fray, I remember. Yes, I have Clarissa's class schedule and dorm key all ready, excuse me I'll only be a moment." She said as she stood up and walked to a room. When she came back she had a key and paper in both hands. "Here you are dear, and if you have any trouble with finding your room just remember that the levels on the floors match the number of year you're attending in school right now. All classrooms are on the first floor, 1-99. The second floor are for freshman students, dorm room numbers 100-199. The third floor are for sophomore students, 200-299. The fourth floor are for juniors, which would be you, are numbers 300-399. And the fifth floor would be senior students 400-499."

I thanked her and turned to my parents to say goodbye. After they left I looked at my map of the school the kind woman gave to me and followed the direction towards the elevator. I put my suitcases in and couldn't help wonder what the limit on this thing was. I had a lot of stuff, mostly clothes. The elevator dinged and opened showing the fourth floor. I walked out with my suitcases in my hands rolling behind me. I passed by the dorms looking for 354. After finally finding it I unlocked the door with my key and opened the door. The room was bigger than I expected it to be. It had two full size beds on both sides of the room. The left one I assumed was already taken because of the purple comforter already set on the bed. I knew I had a room mate but apparently she wasn't here at the moment. I was somewhat relieved. I wasn't usually close with girls, I didn't even have any friends that were girls really. I only had Simon, and that was enough for me.

I unpacked my suitcases and put my clothes in the closet that was next to my bed which was placed on the right side of the room. I put my black and white fancy comforter on my bed and placed some picture frames of my family and Simon on the shelves next to my bed. Finally satisfied, I decided I would go explore the place. After I locked my door I headed down the hall and into the elevator pressing the first floor button. I was hungry and I remembered the map showing the cafeteria on the first floor. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I walked out down towards the hall but not until I was bumped into, again. This was really getting old. I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes when I saw golden boy standing in front of me looking as shocked as I did.

"Little Red, twice in a day is fate. But three times in one day is destiny." He said grinning down at me.

I laughed at that. "Or God must really hate me." I said while looking up at him. I was flirting with golden boy. At least I think it was flirting, I never really bothered with guys back in New York, there were none that interested me. Though whatever this was, it was awfully fun.

He let out a soft chuckle and stepped closer towards me. "Since we'll be running into each other more often now that we'll be attending the same school, I'd like to know who exactly I'm running into." His voice was smooth and soft as the words came out his mouth. Oh god his mouth, I wanted to- no. Clary snap out of it. He was right though, we would be seeing each other more often, and I was as curious of who he was now as much as he was about me.

I let out my hand and said "Clarissa Fray, but everyone calls me Clary."

He grinned and took my hand bringing it up to his lips as he let them brush softly over my knuckles. He managed to never break his gaze while doing this which amazed me, but then again he probably did this with every girl. He dropped my hand and looked at me as he spoke.

"Jace Herondale. I'm really hoping to see more of you Clarissa. Although, I wish you wouldn't throw yourself at me every time. I know you like what you see but desperation isn't a trait I rather like." He smirked after he said that, sounding proud of what he said.

"Well lucky for you I don't care what Jace Herondale likes and dislikes." I winked at him and walked past him towards the cafeteria.

Jace Herondale is surely going to be a pain in my ass.