Hey guys! Okay so this is chapter 2 and isnt as long as the first chapter but its still longish?

So I'm trying to update every couple days at least :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of the mortal instruments..

The next morning classes start. Isabelle is in my homeroom which is great; I don't have to sit in a room full of strangers. Isabelle has made me feel so welcome.

School uniforms still seem very alien to me. We have to wear this white blouse with a navy blue tie; it's optional though (so I choose NOT to wear it). The skirts are navy blue and luckily not too short or not too long, about knee length. School shoes have to be black, so I'm wearing my black high top converses that I've had for like forever. I think Isabelle's wearing proper leather shoes but I'm not sure.

First period I decide to ditch. Maybe if I skip classes enough they'd expel me for sure. After homeroom I say goodbye to Isabelle and tell her I'll see her at lunch. I leave the building and hide behind the back of the school. I lean on a wall and reach for my cigarette packet in my skirt pocket. I slid out a cigarette and light it. I inhale the smoke and breathe it out slowly.

"What are you doing out here Red?" A voice startles me and I almost drop my cigarette.

The boy with the golden hair who bumped into me yesterday afternoon leans his shoulder again the brick wall, folding his arms.

"Isn't it obvious?"

He looks at me curiously. "Enlighten me,"

I take the cigarette to my mouth again and take a puff. "School really isn't my thing."

"Then why on earth did you decide to go to a boarding school?"

I glare at him. "I didn't exactly have a choice,"

The boy slowly nods. "Ah," he steps forward slightly. "You're one of those."

He wears his white school shirt neatly, as if someone ironed his shirt earlier this morning. His tie is done up and his shoes are shiny and look freshly polished. He looks so different from the boy who was wearing dark jeans and the grey t shirt that was a size too big. But his hair was still messy, which I like.

"Do you mind if I.." He points to my cigarette and so I take the packet out of my pocket and open the box up. He takes one and I hand him a lighter. "Thanks,"

I slide down and sit on the concrete. I cross my right leg over my left leg and star up at the sky. He sits beside me and continues to smoke his cigarette. We didn't talk for about five minutes or so. I just didn't know what to say. This awkward silence is beginning to become annoying. He looks as if he was going to say something to break the silence but he was interrupted.

"Hey you blasted kids!" shouted a voice. "You know the rules! No smoking on school grounds!"

We both look over and see a large round groundsmen running towards us. We both pick up quickly stand up and start running. "Man if he tells Starkweather we're toast."

We both hide round behind another building and crouch down. We both laugh soundlessly and put out our cigarettes. "If you retreat to the girls bathroom you should be safe till next period." He tells me. I start to quickly dash to the girls bathroom, trying to remember where it was. I find the girl bathroom symbol and slide in and go inside a stall. I grin and take out another cigarette.

I decided to go to this period because English was one of the not many subjects I enjoyed. Though the one subject I'm looking forward to the most is art. Art is like my thing. My mother has taught me everything I know, she's an incredible painter. But me on the other hand prefer to sketch. I used to use sketching as a escape artist.

Isabelle, Maia and Aline aren't in my English class so I guess I'm all alone. I sit in the second row, in the seat closet to the window. I put a strong mint in my mouth so no one can smell smoke from my breathe. Also whilst in the girls bathroom I sprayed enough deodrant to make it not so suspicious. I've done this many time before and never been caught. Ever.

One familiar face walks into the classroom; the golden haired boy who almost cracked my phone, the boy who I saw at in the dining hall, the boy I had a smoke with. He says hi to a guy who's sitting in the front row and high fives him. He walks over near me and winks at me. I turn away and he sits in the seat behind me.

The bell rings and the teacher walk in the room with his coffee and books.

"Morning class," He says as puts his stuff down on his desk. He takes a white board marker and writes his name up on the board. "For those who are new here I'm Mr Blackthorn, I'll be your English teacher this year. And welcome back to another year of high school, and hopefully, we all pray it's you're second last year here."

He wears a brown suit and undone light blue bowtie. He also has scruffy brown hair and wears glasses.

"Hey," a voice says behind me. "I see you made it out alive."

I turn my head round. "I see you did too, congrats."

Mr Blackthorn started to call the roll. He greeted all the students he's never met before. "Clarissa Fray?"

I turn back around and look up at the teacher. "Yeah?"

"I was calling out the roll, Clarissa paying attention is one of the many things you should always keep in mind. You never know what can sneak up on you." "Well here, and Clary will do just fine." I say. Mr Blackthorn smiles thinly at me. "Well Clary welcome to Alicante Academy."

"Clary? Nice name, suits you very much. " Says the boy from behind me.

"Jace Herondale?" Mr Blackthorn calls out.

Jace Herondale. Has a ring to it.

"Morning Mr B, have a nice summer?" Jace says brightly.

"I did indeed."

Mr Blackthorn finally got through the class roll and started to talk about the basics of English and how it's one of the most important subjects. How without it we can't communicate and all that stuff.

Mr Blackthorn is a really cool teacher; he isn't those boring type teachers, he discussed English in a more, casually and kind of made us relate to it more. He assigns us to read 'To Kill a Mockingbird', how cliche. I'll probably just search up an already done essay and send that in.

The bell rings, finally. "Red, I was wondering if you were coming to Alec's party this Friday?" Jace says smoothly.

"Wouldn't you love to know?" I say flatly.

"Yes, that's why I asked." He grins at me. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah I am, I'm going with Isabelle Lightwood." I tell him. Jace makes a face as if someone badly injured themselves. "No you're with Izzy Lightworm, I feel bad for you."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Right okay," I walk out of the classroom and start walking down the hallway but Jace catches up to me. "Well if you're definitely coming to Magnus' party then you must save me a dance."

"Maybe," I shrug.

"I guess I'll see you around then?" Jace winks at me and starts to walk with another group of guys.

Review!