Clarys POV

"Are we really going to study the history of an author who was a misogynistic pig, that abused his lovers, and used his so-called buddies so he could nail their left overs? He's pathetic," I reply to Mr. Graymarks question with a question about our latest author in AP lit.

"As opposed to a bitter, self righteous hag that has no friends?" Sebastian asks cheerfully, as his friends high five him laughing.

"Verlac," our teacher says with his warning tone.

"Apparently the results of being male and a douche bag, makes you worthy of our time in this sad society," I snark back. "Are there no female authors we can study?" I ask turning back to the teacher.

"Wel-" he starts, but gets interrupted at someone crashes in through the door.

"So, what did I miss?" The boy asks still standing. I don't recognize him, so I'm guessing he's a new student. Jusging from his leather jacket and combat boots, he's not a jock, and I doubt he's in with the preps. Something about him slightly intrigued me.

"The studies of oppressive dictating articles within our unjustified education system," I replied slightly annoyed that he is distracting class right now and since Graymark is still checking the attendance sheet to see who he is.

"Alright then," he nods and turns right back around and leaves. Seriously, he interrupted to just leave? That jerk, he must not be in this class, and just wanted to be an asshole.

"Hey!" Mr. Graymark yells.

"Mr. Graymark, is there anyway we can convince Clary to take her crazy pills BEFORE she comes to school?" Sebastian, is on a roll today, causing a roar of laughter from his idiotic friends.

"One day Verlac, she's going to, oh what's that word...BITCH SLAP you and I'm not going to do a damn thing about it," he replied making us all laugh. "And Clarissa, as terrible as I feel about your upper middle-class suburban oppressive education, which I'm sure is very tough, I'm going to ask you to go to the office."

"What? Why?"

"Because you're pissing me off!"

"Mr. Graym-"

"OFFICE!"

i grab my bag and books, hitting Sebastian upside his head in the process, on my way out, and make my way toward the principals office.

"Ms. Morgenstern, I hear you're causing trouble in Graymarks class already," he states more than asks.

"I believe expressing my opinion is a form of one of our many amendment rights, freedom of speech; you're familiar with it right?"

"Look, most of the student body perceives you as," he hesitates thinking of a word, so what the hell, why don't I fill one in?

"Tempestuous?"

"Heinous bitch is the term I hear associated with you." Oh Starkweather, never one to make subtleties being a long time family friend, as well as Graymark. He has followed our education, working his way up to principal since we were in elementary school. "You should really work on that."

"Thanks mr. Starkweather. Always a delight!"

"Yes, yes. I'm aware. Goodbye now," he replies, dismissing me.

SIMONs POV

Sitting alone at lunch is what I had expected to do, but the ever so bright Magness appears at my side as I'm walking around trying to find a seat. All he's doing from the moment he walked over is going on and on about who to sit with, and who not to sit with and how sitting with certain people could scar my reputation. I tune him out as I hear that jerks voice from this morning directed elsewhere, and tone moderately changed.

"Hello gorgeous," he says as Isabelle walks past, blushing at his compliment. She can't be serious, he's such a douche and she is so...

"Sebastian, you are such a ladies man aren't you!" Magnus distracts him as we walk past him.

"Don't you know it," he replies turning back towards his friends.

"Keep it moving frames," magnus mumbles to me hastily while grabbing me by my elbow and directing us towards an empty table.

"So what's your deal? Who's group do you belong to?" I ask warily. I mean, I know I'm not his type, but I'm aware of the fact that we don't bat for the same team, and I doubt I'm the kind of person he would befriend.

"Pft...you think all of this fabulousness can be placed towards ONE or even ANY group? Honey please, I'm the one everyone knows and knows everyone, I know all and I see all. I favor my twins, but I don't have just ONE particular group of friends, I have many..." he says waving his hands as he gestures around him.

"Is that because you're to scared to get close to people or scared of letting people get close to you?" I deadpan, causing his smile to fade and eyes to darken with a seriousness I didn't think he had in him.

"I guess you can say a little bit of both."

i must've hit a nerve, and now I feel pretty bad. Shit, the one person who's paid me any attention, even if it's cause he had to at first, and I go and hurt his feelings.

"Hey, in sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Oh no worries, I just, well, no one has ever asked or cared to ask me that before. You're very observant Simon, blunt but observant. I think I may actually like you..." I look at him questioningly, until he bursts into laughter. "Oh no, not like that! You are far from my type...in a sense! Anyhow, word to the wise, Sebastian has got his sights set on Izzy and he doesn't like competition. But seeing as I'm considering you to be a friend, I guess I could let you know that she's looking for a tutor in Spanish."

"But I don't-"

"You will if you want to spend some alone time with her, to get to know her," he says suggestively

"I guess you're right, but I dunno, that sounds..."

"Trust me, it won't be hard. On the plus side, her brother and Jon won't be there to make threats and neither will her BFF, who enjoys making crude and sarcastic comments. It'll give you an opportunity to get to know each other."

We talk and laugh a little more and go our separate ways, meeting and walking to classes that we have near each other until the day comes to an end. He explains to me where to go to sign up as a tutor and then takes off to catch up with the lady redhead and the beautiful Izzy. He said he would try to convince her a little more to go to tutoring for Spanish and I'm just hoping that he keeps his word. We shall wait and see.