Wow, so far so good, eh? Okay, since I got a few reviews already, I'm gonna continue this little guy! Alright, Hope you guys enjoy!
Beep! Beep! Beep!
A hand slammed on the button of the alarm clock lazily.
Monday already? Did the universe hate her?
Yawning, Clary sat up in bed. The weekend flew by so fast. How come school had to be five days a week and weekends are only two days? Whoever invented that must've been one of those school lovers – which she certainly wasn't.
Her tired eyes landed on the green numbers of her clock. She had to rub her eyes and take a second look to really believe the hour that spelled on it.
7:15?!
"Crap!" She screamed. Her short legs guided her to the bathroom and just five minutes of cold water, she sprinted down the stairs with random clothes on, and made a dash for the door. But she stopped abruptly when she remembered something important: her backpack was in the living room! She cursed loudly, thanking God Valentine wasn't around to hear the unladylike word come out of her mouth. In her haste, she accidently knocked over a vase off the table. The furniture came toppling down just next to her foot and sending shards of glass scattering across the floor.
"Can this day get any worse?!"
Right on cue, just as she tried to pick the remains up, the edges sank into her palm. Clary yelp as a small bead of red formed on her skin. She looked at the clock above her head to see she was missing three minutes of class already! And just her luck, it was Mr. Pangborn's English class. The guy threw a fit just because a student sneezed during his lecture!
Okay, stupid vase can wait!
She grabbed her backpack and ran to school in high speed. She glanced worriedly at her wristwatch. Ten minutes late! Why the hell did the stupid alarm go off so late?! She was returning the thing as soon as possible. Well, assuming she was still alive after Mr. Pangborn's class. Yeah, it would be an earful, no doubt about it.
She pushed opened the door of Alicante High School. The hallways were deserted, much to her relief. If Clary tried to push pass the big students, she would likely be crushed to the size of a sandwich. A door with the word "English" on it was on her left and she pushed it open with such force the wood banged against the wall, silencing everyone inside. All eyes were on her as she stood there, her hand still on the knob like an idiot.
"Ms. Fray, so nice of you to join us," It was Mr. Pangborn to speak first. His short and chubby figure stepped up to her with a furious expression. Oh, God, she was so dead. "Have you finally decided to come to class after lying around in bed all morning?"
"Umm…" Clary gulped. "I'm so sorry, sir. My alarm clock−"
"Ah, the old 'my alarm clock wasn't working' excuse. Really, Ms. Fray, is that the best excuse you can give?"
"But it's true!"
"Yes, I'm sure it is. Now, I−"
A slender hand knocked on the door Clary was still holding open. She whipped around to be face to face with a tall girl with long black hair, black eyes, and clothes that boys daydream about. The girl seemed awfully bored as she scanned the room and finally looking at the man studying her with disapproval.
"Sorry I'm late. My alarm clock wasn't working." She said coolly.
Ha! Everyone used that excuse!
A few whistles and whoops sounded from the boys who were practically drooling over the black haired girl. Clary, who was standing at the same spot the whole time, finally stepped away and slipped into an empty desk. Huh, who knew you could be saved by a hot girl in death heels?
The man took no interest in Clary anymore as he crossed his arms and tsk-ed at the new girl. "You must be the transfer student Principal Imogen had informed me of." He said, not at all enthusiastic about it. "It isn't a good first impression when you come to class late on the first day of school, young lady."
"Well, I'm here now, aren't I?" Her heels clicked and clacked on the tiled floor as she made her way to the front of the class, facing everybody with a confident grin. The poor teacher stared at her in horror when she abandoned him there. "Okay, so, here's the deal. I'm Isabelle. I'll be in your class for first period from now on." The classroom erupted in a series of cheers and claps. With a flip of her hair, she strode off to the available seat which, by the way, was located directly next to Clary's.
Isabelle stuck her hand out to her after Mr. Pangborn got over his shock and went on with his lesson. Clary shook it and said, "Thanks for saving me back there. I swear, my ears were burning from his constant yelling."
"No problem. The guy seems like a pain in the neck to me, too. So, redhead, you have a name?"
"Clary Fray. And I'm assuming you're the oh-so-confident Isabelle?"
"The one and only. Say, I could use a tour guide later on. Mind helping?"
"Sure, I'll give you a tour. Though, just a tiny tip, I think you better bring your lunch from home next time, 'cause the lunch lady here is even scarier than Pangborn."
Isabelle shuddered. "Ugh, I wish I listened to that suggestion when my brother warned me."
"You have a brother?"
"Three, actually."
"Damn, your life's hard."
"You have no idea. I'll introduce you to two of them, if you want. Little Max is at another school."
"Well, I can't wait for that. Uh-oh, Mr. Pangborn's giving us the death glare. We better shut up or else he'll have a heart attack."
"Oh, I would pay to see that."
The two girls had their short tour around the building. Isabelle was especially horrified by the smallness of the mirror in the girl's bathroom. On the bright side, she didn't seem to be a boring person. Everywhere they went, she got winks and 'call me' signs from the passing guys. It was only the first day and she was already the most popular girl in the entire high school.
"Can't they get a bigger mirror or something? I mean, the little thing in there can't be a mirror!" Isabelle complained.
Clary could only laugh as they wondered around the halls for a minute. Their next class was in a few more minutes, so they had time to chill out. Suddenly, Isabelle waved at someone from down the corridor. He had black hair, blue eyes, and there was no doubt he was her brother. He walked over to them quickly. "Clary, this is Alec," Isabelle said. "Alec, this is Clary."
The boy, Alec, waved shortly. "Hey."
"Hey." Clary smiled politely.
"Say, Alec, have you seen Jace anywhere?"
Whoa, wait, JACE?
"No, I haven't seen him since this morning. Oh wait, there he is. Hey, Jace! Come over here for a sec!"
Oh no…no no no no no!
Just as fate would have it, the Blonde Boy walked calmly over to them, girls giggling as he passed. When his eyes landed on her red hair, he froze for a second but was quickly replaced by a devilish grin. "Oh, Clary, was my presence from the days before not satisfying enough? You went out of your way to go to the same school as me – how sweet and creepy of you!"
"What? Clary, you know my brother?" Isabelle questioned. Alec looked just as curious as he looked at her and Jace and back again.
"Oh − uh − well we – that is um−"
"Yeah, Red and I have met. In fact, we have a date this weekend."
"What the−"
The bell rang, signaling it was time for class.
"Look at the time! I better get going." Alec walked backwards awkwardly as he tried his best to stay out of Isabelle's piercing glare.
Jace smirked before pulling on Clary's elbow, leading her to History class. Isabelle stomped her foot at the floor, maybe even leaving a crack on the tile. Poor floor.
"A date this weekend?" Clary exclaimed. "Are you trying to get me into Izzy's bad books? Or even yet, are you trying to ruin my life here?"
"Calm down, Red. Sheesh, you're a loud little girl."
"I am not little! And how did you know I have History?"
"Oh, you're in the same class as me? Wow, the universe must really be kind to you."
Clary dumped her bag at one empty desk. Jace, in turn, seated himself on the seat next to her. Monday seriously sucked. "Listen, you flirt! You better tell Isabelle that it was a big misunderstanding and we are certainly not having a date this weekend!"
"Hmm…nah."
"What do you mean 'nah'?!"
"Well, Clary honey, 'nah' means 'no'. You really should fix that poor vocabulary of yours. It's a miracle you can get into English class."
"Stop being annoying and tell her already!"
"There's nothing else to tell. I work at that café every weekend for some extra cash. And since you love the hot chocolate there, I'm guessing you'll come by again so I'll just consider it a date." He winked at her, much to her anger. But before she could land a blow to his perfect face, the teacher came in.
Clary growled and sat down with a huff.
A little short? Sorry, but I updated in only one day! That's gotta be something, right? Anyone?
Okay, I'm waiting for reviews again. If I don't get maybe…10 reviews, I don't think I'll update :3