Okay, thank you so much for the reviews! And I'd like to thank Thorntangle for her amazingly constructive review. After rereading it again I noticed that I had a few spelling mistakes in my Authors Note.. now that's embarassing. Well, I also tried to describe everything more, I hope that it is good enough for you all! :)

I also noticed how short the last chapter was so I added alot more...

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Chapter 2 – My Angel

Monday mornings were usually terrible for her, she didn't want to get up and have to somehow tame her curly hair into something respectable, so that she could go to school looking presentable. But unfortunately since the first time, he had beaten her once more, this time putting more bruises on her neck, so a pony tail was out of the question. Picking a pair of well-used jeans and long sleeve t-shirt, she brushed her hair. Placing cover-up on her right cheek, that had been bruised, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Approving the image, she grabbed her back pack, some food for lunch, and walked the few kilometers to school.

Once at school, she noticed a new problem. Being such a small town, everyone knew everyone, and a new student quickly made it the hot topic to gossip about.

She didn't want attention, she didn't want to be seen. She wanted to hide, to run away, she didn't want anyone to see her. It was at this moment when she wished that she could be invisible, but not all things are meant to be, and she remained completely noticeable as the other kids stared at her, commenting on her every move.

She sighed inwardly, but kept her head high. If she was going to be hurt at home, then school will be the only safe place, so looking at her new high school, she now regarded it with a new perspective. It was her haven.

Smiling at the thought, she walked to the office. She sat down waiting for her turn to visit the principal.

"Clarissa Fray," the secretary called in a nasally voice. Before, Clary would have laughed, but her chest hurt to move, so she just smiled, and walked into the principal's office.

"Why, hello, you must be Clary, and I just wanted to welcome you to Idris High. I am the principal, Mrs. Herondale. I hope you like the school," with that she was given her time table. "These are your classes for the semester, I got you into all the classes that you had at your old school, so I hope that you aren't behind at all."

Leaving the warm office, she thought that her haven might actually be exactly its name. The principal was such a kind woman, Clary could feel her warmth and kindness roll off her in waves, helping Clary stand a little taller and hold her head a little higher, despite the rejection of her ribs.

There were still lots of time before the warning bell rang, so she wandered through the semi deserted hallways and found each of her classes, happy that they lay-out of the school was so straight forward.

Then she went to her locker, and found a group of people in front of it. Both athletic guys and very pretty girls formed the circle, right in front of her locker. Currently, there was a boy that was talking, she couldn't see his face from where she was standing, because of her height, or lack of that it, but she could see that whatever he was talking about he was reenacting with large movements of his hands.

She stood there waiting, knowing that they would disperse and the blond boy would leave, bringing his group of admirers with him, but no, once the bell rang he turned and went to the locker beside hers, opening it expertly.

Perfect, she thought, she has a popular person's locker beside her. She walked slowly up her locker, but it wouldn't open. Heat started creeping up to her cheeks as she noticed that her neighbor noticed her struggle. Trying one last time, she went to each of the numbers perfectly, yet it still wouldn't open!

"Do you need help with that?" He asked her, and she looked up at him, finally getting a good look at him, noticing immediately why he was popular. He's gorgeous, she thought. His perfect wavy hair and beautifully toned honey skin, over tight muscles, but not overdone like body builders. But that wasn't what caught her attention, it was his eyes. They were mesmerizing, not one solid color, but every shade of gold.

It took her a few moments to answer, "It's, not working." Great, she thought, she was talking to the hottest guy in school, and now he thinks that she's mentally retarded. He smiled, oh my! She thought, he has a beautiful smile, full of teeth, and joy, he really meant it when he smiled. While she was staring, she saw his lips move but didn't catch what he said.

Her cheeks automatically turned red, and she lowered her eyes so that he wouldn't see her embarrassment, "Sorry, I didn't catch that, could you say it again?" When she gained control over her features again she looked up, and noticed that he was waiting for her to look at him again.

"I asked you what you're combination is, there's a secret to it, and it takes a few months to perfect." He flashed her a cocky smile as she recited her combination. His hand reached past her and opened the locker. On the first time. Maybe there was something that she was doing wrong?

"What's the secret?" She looked up and asked him, hoping that maybe she would be able to open her lock the next time. Once was definitely quite embarrassing enough.

"Now, it wouldn't be a secret if I told you, now would it?" His eyes glinted devilishly.

"That's not fair! How will I open my locker again? What, do I have to wait until you come to yours to put my stuff away until I discover the secret?" She bit back a smile, knowing that part of her was secretly hoping that he would say yes, just so that she could talk to him on a more regular basis.

"That was my plan, but now that you found out about it, maybe it isn't so good?" After a moment of thought, he said "Too bad, I'm not telling." He smiled, and that immediately erased any anger she had towards him.

"Fine, at least tell me your name so that I may know who must open my locker. Well, unless that's a secret too?"

"That, is indeed one of my most cherished secrets, I do not let anyone know about it, not no one, especially not the cute new girl." He winked, sending heat through her body. HE called ME cute, she thought, she almost needed to lean against her locker, but she fought the urge, showing that it had no affect on her.

At that moment, a boy with messy dark brown hair walked up, and called "Hey, Jace. I need to know if we have practice after school."

"Yah, at 3, don't be late or coach will make us all run extra," her locker opener (Jace) called over his shoulder. Looking back at her, he smiled sheepishly, "I guess that the secrets out?"

"Yes, it definitely is," she said with a smile, she almost laughed, but her ribs protested immediately and she winced, unfortunately Jace noticed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a look of caring on his face. As if he cared, she thought, he doesn't even know me.

"Nothing," she lied.

"You are a terrible liar, what's your name anyways?"

"That, is a secret, you must not know." She winked back, and he smiled at the joke, "But I have to go to first period, see you later" She smiled

"That definitely isn't fair, I told you mine."

"Technically not, have a good day Jace," she said as she walked away, leaving him standing alone in front of his locker.

He watched as she left, and silently cursed to himself. He tried most of his tricks and, by now, the girl should be clinging to him, wanting him to be hers, yet this new girl, she seemed to make him try harder and harder, with no effect. He sighed and locked his locker, heading to his first class, the different direction than her. He wondered why he cared that she wasn't in his homeroom. He tried to shrug it off, but he could still feel it's presence in the back of his head as he walked to his class.

Clary sat at the back of class, and tried not to talk to anyone, but everyone came up to her, since she was new. She learnt so many new names and found out that not everyone had the same attitude as Jace. Some of them were actually nice, but she knew that she shouldn't get close to any of them. She was no one, not even her father loved her, making friends just made her sad to think about. She needed trust to make friends, trust she didn't have to spare. Her father broke her trust, and she didn't know if she could ever rely on anyone again.

She thought of Jace, of his shaggy blond hair and his stunning eyes. No, she thought, she couldn't talk to him. She had to avoid him. Guys like him go through a new girl a week, and when she fell for someone, she always fell hard. Right now, she couldn't afford to have her heart broken, it was the only thing that her father couldn't damage, so she had to keep it intact any way possible. And if that meant that she had to distance herself from Jace, she would.

A question from the teacher woke her from her deep thoughts, looking at the board quickly, she answered the question. The teacher, her smirk quickly erased from her face, just said, "Okay class, let's pay attention now."

Clary paid attention for the rest of class, understanding easily the history her teacher was talking about. She smiled, liking this class. Her teacher was reenacting the roles of the people she was teaching about, a smile lighting up her middle-aged face.

The bell rang much too quickly for Clary's taste, silently wishing that she could stay in her first class.

She knew how to get to her next class, thankful of her early morning exploration. Being one of the first ones there, she walked up to her teacher, introduced herself, and was assigned a seat in the back. Perfect, she thought, exactly where I wanted to be. She sat down in her chair, and got comfortable, preparing for the next hour of math.

The bell rang and the teacher started taking attendance, but just before she got to Clary's name, the door opened once again, and he walked in. A sheepish smile on his face, he told the teacher, "Sorry I'm late, I had to stay late in science, cleaning up the experiment we did today."

"That's all right Jace, just sit down and try not to interrupt our lesson again."

Clary looked around, and noticed with a disappointment that the only seat left in the class was the one that was right beside her. He looked at her and caught her eyes, a smug smile displayed across his full lips. She sighed out loud, but her insides were squirming with joy, a feeling that she could not repress.

"Clarissa Fray?" The teacher asked, returning to the attendance.

"Here, but I prefer Clary," she said quietly, trying to avoid him staring at her, his smile widening.

Leaning close he asked her, "Clary is it? That's a nice name. I don't know why you made it such a big deal before."

"Maybe I didn't want to talk to you?" She told him a little harshly. Good, she thought, that ought to deflate his ego just a bit. It's way too big for his own good.

"That's bull and you know it, everyone wants to talk to me."

"Not me, I am paying attention to this lesson." With that she turned towards the blackboard and felt her heart ache at the slight hurt look that flashed across his eyes. But just as fast as it came, it disappeared, leaving his usual arrogant look.

He didn't know what to do, this never happened to him. He felt his mouth turn down at the obvious rejection, and quickly masked the feeling. He was Jace Lightwood, he could get any girl he wanted, and he was sad that one turned him down? He didn't know why, but he felt attached to this girl somehow. Never before has he ever felt this, but he couldn't tell anyone, no, it would go away, but it has to. He subconsciously noticed her every move, and how she looked at him out of the corner of her eye when she thought that he wasn't watching.

She tried to pay attention to the class, but all she felt was his presence, so close to her. Why, she thought, why did he have to sit there? She sat there, fidgeting until the lunch bell rang when she ran out of the door, the first one out.

She didn't realize her dilemma until she reached her locker and couldn't open it. She tried what she remembered he did, but it still wouldn't open.

Soft, but muscular hands gently pushed her aside and opened her locker. She looked up and saw him open her locker on the first time. Had he already memorized her combination?

"I guess that you didn't think this far ahead when you decided that you didn't want to talk to me? If I were you I'd stay on my good side, or else you won't be able to get to your stuff." He winked at her, and she felt her heart flutter in her chest.

"If you just told me how, then I wouldn't need to talk to you," she said sharply.

"You won't get what you want that easily, sometimes you have to learn the hard way."

"Fine, I'm leaving." She slammed her locker door, angered by his stubbornness.

He watched her walk away and mentally slapped himself. She was a puzzle, while every other girl was so easy to understand, she was a mystery.

They didn't have any more classes together, nor any encounters for the rest of the day, until she arrived at her locker at the end of the day. She groaned when she saw him, at his locker. She thought about waiting a few minutes until he was done so that she could go to her locker in peace, but then how would she get to her locker?

She walked up and told him, "Open my locker, I would like to leave."

"Do I get a please?" His eye glinted mischievously.

"Please, better? Now just open it, I want to go home."

"That's a lot better," he skillfully opened her locker and then looked at her again. "You live beside the Lightwood's, right?"

She looked at him suspiciously, and then nodded, mentally kicking herself for telling him where she lived. She was like a puppet and he was the puppeteer, she would do anything he asked.

"Would you like a ride? It's a long way to walk, and there's always room in Isabelle's van."

She was surprised by the offer, but she knew better than to accept. Giving Jace what he wanted would be the first step to getting attached. She shook her head slowly.

"I insist, I won't even be in it, I have practice tonight," he said, closing her locker. He put a hand on her shoulder to guide her to his foster brother's van and she flinched, a look of pain on her face. Before he knew it she was out of reach, the look wiped from her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a look of complete worry across his face.

"Don't touch me," she said simply, her voice low. She turned and walked out, he knew that his offer was unwanted. Not now at least.

As he ran in practice, he thought of Clary walking home. He thought of her flinching, and knew that something wasn't right. Why was she so scared of him?

As she walked home she thought of Jace. He touched one of her worst bruises, causing instant pain. She saw the hurt and panic in his eyes as she cringed away from him. She touched her shoulder, right where he did, and felt the slightly swollen part that held the shades of blue and green. She couldn't get close to him, she couldn't trust him. He was just a boy. And that's what she repeated in her head the rest of the way home. He is just another boy.

She was in her small room, its bare walls were evidence of the hostility of her house. The naked hardwood floor was cold on her small feet. Her bed groaned in protest at her weight being placed on it as she did her homework.

It was around nine thirty when her father came home, and she knew when he knocked over the umbrella stand in the front hallway that he was drunk. In his slurred speech he called up to her "Hey! Bitch! Get down here right now, before I have to go up to you."

She would stand up to him, but not tonight. Tonight she would do as she was told, maybe she'd get it off easy if she listened to him? As she walked down the wooden stairs to the main hallway she realized that she was wrong. His eyes were full of fury as his hand came down on her face. She blocked it, backing away when she tripped over the umbrella stand. She twisted her ankle and cried out in pain. Her father looked at her with unforgiving eyes as he kicked her, again and again.

As he came and kicked her, she imagined Jace coming in, his golden eyes alight with fury. She imagined him pushing her father off of her. Startling him and hurting him. She imagined him saving her, picking her up with his strong arms, holding her close to his body, protecting her. She smiled as the image of him embracing her flashed in front of her eyes.

When her father was done, she tried to get up, but her ankle restricted her movements, so she lay there, and fell asleep with the image of Jace in her mind. In her fantasy he was her protector, her angel. She dreamt of angels for the first time that night, Jace there looking after her.

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