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o.O.o

A flash of red darted down the hallways, leaving a wake of onlooking students in her trail.

Skidding to a stop in front of her locker, she found herself almost smacking into her nerdy friend.

"I don't think I've ever seen you run that fast, let alone run," he smirked down to her.

"A huge school doesn't bode well for the physically uncoordinated," she chuckled, slightly out of breath.

"It's all about you, isn't it? I'm over here, wasting away to nothing," she cut him off with a slug to his arm, shoving her books into her locker and slamming the door shut behind her.

"Yeah yeah, be quiet." She shushed him and followed his lead to lunch.

Too many pairs of eyes glanced casually her way upon entry to the cafeteria. This was crazy, who actually sits in the cafeteria?

Simon led her to a table. Sliding into it, he pulled a sandwich out of his small reusable lunch bag. The gesture filled Clary with nostalgia, reminding her of the eccentric childhood shared between her and her dark-haired friend.

Simon cleared his throat. "So how do you like my horrid school so far?" He smiled at her.

She returned the smile. "At first glance, its definitely better than St. Xavier's. Although, it would be even better if I actually had a class with you." She looked down at her hands, picking at her hangnails.

She caught his smile turn to a lazy smirk out of the corner of her eye, and she knew he was going to tell her that he was right. Simon held back, however, probably remembering that everything was new to her and that he was supposed to be the supportive one in the relationship as well.

"You never know, things may start to look up," He said, looking at something in the distance with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

When Clary followed his glance, she noticed he was looking at a someone rather than a something.

The girl was absolutely tall for starters. She had beautiful long hair and a show-stopping smile, definitely holding the popularity card in the pocket of her leather pants.

"Sorry Simon, you know I don't swing that way." She tried to hold a look of seriousness but her smile cracked.

"Yeah yeah, come on, she's not as bad as she looks. She's actually one of the leaders of our school's art club. They're working on a sick mural in one of the hallways. Exactly your thing. Go talk to her."

Clary was instantly intrigued that Simon's school, now her own, would have an art club. Out of pure curiosity, she stood and walked over to the group of cliché popular girls.

The dark haired girl saw Clary coming, and she beamed at her.

Although Clary was definitely nervous and out of her comfort zone, these were like her people, right?

"Hello!" The girl said with delight, opening up so that Clary could join the group.

"I'm so sorry it's just-" She began but the curly blonde girl cut her off.

"I've never seen you here before! Are you new?" She was loud and energetic, and even more so when their eyes met.

Clary nodded, unsure. "Yeah, I just got here today," She admitted, not sounding as confident as she would have hoped.

The dark haired girl jumped into the conversation. "Oh! You're so pretty! What's your name? Mine's Isabelle Lightwood." She nodded with enthusiasm.

Clary met her perkiness in the middle. "My name's Clary Fairchild. And thank you. I could definitely say the same for you."

The heat rose in Isabelle's cheeks at Clary's compliment. "Thanks. Are you here to sign up for Cheerleading? You'd be an amazing Flyer!"

Clary stood in shock, side-eyeing Simon as best as she could without being suspicious. He was probably having his kicks at the lunch table just chuckling as he watched this scene. Cheerleading? If this was Simons idea of a practical joke, it was definitely a low blow.

Clary felt like she was sinking, and she blurted out the first words that came to mind.

"Of course! I saw the posters all around the school. I actually really wanted to be a Flyer." She falsely admitted.

The blonde girl squeaked and pulled out a clipboard with a sheet on it. She scribbled something, most likely Clary's name, on the paper and turned her face up to meet Clary's.

"I'm Jessamine by the way. Jessamine Lovelace. I'm the Angels Cheer Co-Captian."

Jessamine smiled greatly and turned to Isabelle in a sudden urge. "Oh, Izzy! We need to make an announcement that tryouts are tomorrow! I clearly forgot. I booked off half of the field as you requested. The boys have the other half."

"Then we'll have to give them a sight for sore eyes," Isabelle said and smiled over to Clary. She noticed that Clary looked clueless, and she was indeed. Isabelle tried to fill Clary in as much as possible.

"When we refer to 'the boys' we mean the jocks specifically the football team. Boys such as Nate, Jordan, Jonathan, Alec, my brother, Jace, Gabriel, Will, James, and Gideon."

That honestly didn't help Clary at all, but she was already in too deep to look stupid.

"Nate's my boyfriend," Jessamine added with excitement, but that didn't help Clary process anything.

Isabelle turned to Jess. "We have to introduce her to the rest of the group!"

Iz turned around and grabbed Clary's hands overdramatically. "You'll meet the girls. Like Tessa, and Maia, and Cecily, and Sophie!" She cried with delight.

To Clary's surprise, she responded with, "I'd love to meet them." She smiled, hoping that none of them would notice that Clary still had no idea what was going on.

o.O.o

She found Simon leaning against her locker, still snickering as she approached him.

"I am going to find the most painful way to kill you," She glared at him as he slid away from her locker to let her open it.

"According to BuzzFeed, boiling alive is number one." He smirked at her, ignoring her daggers.

"So, how was girl time?" He asked, still giddy about his wicked 'prank'.

She sighed, leaning against her locker as if she were exhausted.

"They informed me about all of the cliques, the couples, and the gossip. Now I know who just broke up with who, or who made out with who, or who's number was written on the boy's bathroom wall."

"Oh everyone knows that was Kaelie's number." He scoffed.

That made her smile, remembering the girls talk about the very promiscuous Kaelie.

"But I'm the only one without a boyfriend, and they have already started trying to hook me up with strangers. Tessa has Will, Maia has Jordan, Cecily has Gabriel, Sophie has Gideon, Jessamine has Nate, and Isabelle is the goddess of matchmaking so no one dares to match her with anyone."

Simon looked to her, offering her a friendly smile. "See? This school is already your own now."

She grabbed her books for class and smacked Simon in the arm with one of them. "That's for lying to me."

He rubbed his arm, "Hey, this is a good thing. You'll be thanking me later, worshipping at my feet."

She rolled her eyes and shoved him away from her locker as she closed it. "We'll talk about your feet after you trip on your shoelaces running to your next class."

As she spoke, the three-minute warning bell rang, and Simon took off without another word.

Maybe she would be thanking him, but only time will tell. She thought to herself as she walked to her next class with a small smile on her face.

o.O.o

She plopped into a seat just moments before the supply teacher, she guessed, walked in.

"Please take out your textbooks, and work on questions 5 to 13 on page 134," He mumbled to the class before flopping in his seat and pulling out a book.

She raised her hand, hoping the teacher would notice that she didn't have a textbook, however, she put her hand down as soon as she realized the teacher didn't really care. He was just a fill-in teacher why would he care?

She gave up knowing it would be best to ask the real teacher tomorrow. She pulled out her pencil and started drawing on the desk.

Tap.

She turned around. The person was smiling at her, with a sultry look in his eyes.

"Hey, did you need a book?" He said, trying to sound sharp.

She frowned, noticing it was the boy from earlier who pushed Simon.

"No. I'm okay." She said turning back, almost ignoring him. Jace Morgenstern right? Asshole.

"I didn't mean to push him by the way. I hope I didn't rub off as too much of a jerk." He said in a rushed whisper from behind her, almost sounding like a plea.

She turned back around and searched his eyes. They were pretty apologetic looking.

She sighed, "Actually, I do need a book."

The low flame sparked in his eyes, and he turned to the back of his chair, to find his book in his bag.

He held the textbook out for her, smiling as if he had won something.

She looked at him, and slightly frowned, noticing this was his own textbook. "Then you won't have a book."

He chuckled. "I can always do it for homework."

She took it from him, returning his smile, and turned around, determined to finish the class work so Jace could have his book back.

o.O.o

She stood up in unison of the bell. She had one class left until she was free. Throwing her bag over her shoulder she collected her things and tucked them away.

She walked focusing her gaze down as she tucked her last book into her bag, causing her to bump into someone.

"Clary," Jonathan said with a smirk as she met his gaze.

"Jonathan." She said, a small smile growing.

"Are you just getting out of class?" He questioned. He propped his arm up on the door, almost as if he was trapping Clary in.

"Nope, I am cursed to stay here for the rest of my life," nodding to his outstretched arm.

"My presence alone is pretty captivating. But I was actually just about to ask a pretty girl if she would care to have lunch with me tomorrow." He smiled down onto her.

"I told you. Any day that doesn't end in "Y"."

Jonathan's breath came out as a chuckle and he leaned into her, getting close. She ducked under his arm and turned to him.

"Hey, at least buy me dinner first." She smacked his shoulder and instantly blended in the crowd, leaving Jonathan in the doorway.

He turned around to see Jace walking his way.

"Hey, sorry about that. Who were you talking to?" Jace questioned.

"Just Clary. We always have lovely conversations." He smirked.

"Oh, how do you know her?" Jace asked, trying to sound level.

"Well," Jonathan started, as he removed his hand from the door frame and proceeded to lean against it.

"It happened just out of coincidence." Jonathan noticed the odd look on Jace's face, instantly becoming curious. He continued, changing the subject.

"Anyway, I'd thought I'd drop by to remind you that Amatis, will be out of the house tonight, so that means we are in. If we so much as leave the driveway she will hang our asses." Jonathan smirked.

"When did Amatis tell you that?"

Amatis was their legal guardian since Jace and Jonathan never really knew their parents. Jonathan was born before Jace, and as soon as Jace was born they were carried away to this sad city, called New York. Amatis has been like a mother ever since. Funny, they even used to call her 'mom' when they were a bit younger. Just that feeling of actually having one made them feel loved.

Jonathan walked out of the class, still making eye contact with his brother.

"Were you not listening at dinner last night?" He smirked and sped off, Jace not caring to catch up with him.

"I guess not," Jace said to himself, still wondering what was growing between Jonathan and Clary.

I'm sorry for the long anticipated wait. If you guys even wanted it :) But here it is and I hope you like it! I really love how you guys are reviewing and following and all that good stuff! I'm also very happy that you guys aren't snapping me with reviews saying "Please UPDATE!" Yes, it's very encouraging just not when I get it a few, I don't know, thousand times. See you in another chapter. It's okay though, I understand.

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~Melaina