Hi, guys. So, I am here with the second chapter. A huge shout out to Melissa Goodwill my first review. (And my only review though I am hoping that will change, it's only been a day) I am truly thankful.

Disclaimer- All rights for Mortal Instruments and its' characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

Clary was smithen. It was a cumbersome business, being smithen, she means. She could still remember trivial things about the object of her...smithen-ness.., for example, the way he said her name as if it just rolled off of his tongue and that he could actually raise just one eyebrow, something she always wanted to do.

Ugghh, she thought. One day at high school and I already have a crush. This is going to be a tough year.

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It had been two hours and she still couldn't concentrate. Art was something that was supposed to come natural to her but when you have a mild obsession with a certain blonde all your thoughts seemed to get frenzied up. All she could think was how brilliant he would look in one of her sketches. She would love to capture his beautiful features, his plush lips, perfect eyebrows, golden eyes, especially his hair. It stood like a sparkling halo above his head as if he was some angel from a christian mythology. He just had to be a blonde, didn't he?

...(another line break)...

It had been four hours when suddenly the memory of her leftover homework struck Clary. It's wondrous, one minute you are thinking about the man of your dreams and the next second all you can worry about is how much trouble you would get into if you didn't do that algebra homework your really sucky teacher gave you who as you have heard liked to give...creative, for the lack of a better word, uhh, punishments. She would prefer to not be in his trouble radar for the next four years.

..(there are gonna be a lot of line breaks)...

Jon came later to extract her from her homework and literally dragged her to the dinner table. Her father was deeply astonished after knowing that his daughter who while brought home straight A's but didn't like studying all that much could be trying to delay dinner for solving a dead end algebra equation. It was a rather mysterious business to him but being the incredible father he thought he was, he didn't pry.

...(you know what it is)...

At the dinner table Jocelyn continued to gush about how wonderful she felt that her itty bitty Clarissa had grown up and asked every detail about her first day of higher education. It was kind of exhausting, but somehow Clary felt better.

...(I'm not even going to say it)...

She fell dead on her bed (not actually dead, it was more that she was so exhausted that when she fell on her bed to another viewer it might seem that her stillness resembled to that of a dead person, which was a little weird) the moment she reached near it and sank into a deep sleep.

...(do you really need me to tell you)...

She woke up with a start.

Fucking alarm clock. Clary was convinced that her mom was actually possessed by a demon when she bought that damnit alarm clock because frankly it's just a death contraption that was designed to kill her with it's monstrous whine. Seriously, who would like to be woken up to such a sharp triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg when clearly a member of her family could have easily accomplished such task without the ungodly noise. It just doesn't make sense to her. But no matter how many times she tried to break it or set it wrong or do anything to avoid listening to the noise it still never fails to wake her up every morning. She believes that the demon must have not left her mom yet and thus had made her keep a large hoard of those alarm clocks as a way to torture her daughter. Damn you bloody demons. Damn you all to hell.

...(it's the last one, I swear)...

"Simon."

"But, you just look so ..fray-l..Fray."

Clary fixed her best friend with a death glare but unfortunately he remained unpertubed.

"You're cute." He patted her head. Oh he was so dead.

"I think you should drink some water, it'll help you in not looking like a zombie. Hydration is important. Atleast thats what was said in a book that I..."

"Don't"

"RED!"

If looks could have beaten you with hundreds of bats, rolled you around a field like a football, made your head burst splashing all of its gooey remains on the ceiling and then burned the rest of your body alive, Simon would have been something worse than the end result of all those things. His eyes actually flashed with fear and Clary was filled with pleasure seeing it spreading all over around his trembling body. His face was pale and his fingers were fidgeting with trepidition. Simon looked so afraid that he was a little...b-lewis-h.

Good one, Clary.

She told him just that.

He smiled.

No, no, no...

"Hmm...,you have the-"

"Don't you dare."

"pun disease too..."

"Oh thank god."

"CLARE-ly"

Simon looked so smug with the pun he just made up, it was almost pathetic. So, rather than losing her temper, and her dignity along with it, she did what a mature sophisticated adult would have rather done.

She flipped him off.

It was satisfying.

...(LOL, NOOB)...

English class had definitely been the highlight of her day when their teacher, Ms Seelie decided that pairing them up would be a fun way to encourage friendships and also complete assignments. So, for the whole year every occupant of the english class instructed by Ms Seelie Queen at 1:30pm on (INSERT DATE HERE*)was provided a partner to fill the emptiness beside them that they would definitely feel when they would be alone to face the wrath of english homework.

That was how she ended up with this highly eccentric guy named Magnus Chase who in a little span of time managed to spill everything about his life. Clary knew he was really passionate about fashion, was bisexual and had a teeny tiny crush on Jace's step brother and the one year older handsome sophomore named Alexander Lightwood. So, she wasn't the only one who managed to acquire a crush on someone she met the day before. Then he went gushing on about Alexander's blue eyes which apparently, even put the finest coral gems to shame and his jet black hair which looked as smooth as silk. He then began to talk about his best friend and partner in crime, Isabelle Lightwood who is Jace's sister and about some Will Herondale, his man bestfriend who was in college now and was Jace's cousin (seriously how big a family has that guy got). After telling her about every fun anecdote of his, awaring her about how she could look like a supermodel if she tried to do something about her hair and apply makeup (which she is definitely, not going to do, last time she tried makeup it took her two hours one of which she spent poking her eye with mascara again and again. That was the say she learned the lesson that makeup is dangerous and was sent to earth by the same demon who sent alarm clocks.) complimenting her on beautiful emerald eyes which were extremely rare. Just when Clary thought the guy was going to stop he started ranting about the merits of glitter in everyday attire and how attractive they can really make you look (she should have expected him to talk about glitter, given, how he is completely covered with it). But before he could continue the long conversation he was going to have with her about his cat named chairmen meow, she was saved by the bell and bid him adieu.

Not for long.

She and Simon had just settled at their chosen lunch table (after a ridiculously thorough process of classification and elimination) when Magnus plopped down beside them and continued their shortly forgotten cat conversation. Simon looked at her questioningly clearly amused by the glittery boy who talked about his cat when a tall, dark haired girl cleared her throat behind them.

"Magnus, why are you torturing these poor people, they clearly want to be left alone."

Simon stared at the stunning embodiment of the word gorgeous itself as his eyes widened into saucers and bulged out like those cartoons where the red veins in the eyes start to protude disgustingly. (Okay, that's an exaggeration.)

"Hi, I am Isabelle Lightwood." The girl stalked up to the table and sat down beside Magnus and sent a smack at his head.

"Sorry for my friend, here. He is really thick. It is embarassing, honestly."

"Hey", Magnus claimed indignantly.

Isabelle raised a hand towards her.

"You must be Clary", she said meeting her hand. " Magnus filled me in about you."

"And who's your cute little friend there?"

Simon looked redder than Clary's hair and thats saying a lot. Finally with whatever courage was left in him he squeaked out a small, "Simon" towards her.

"So, I guess we're sitting here today."

She took a short pause. "Tell me about yourself, Clary."

But before Clary could answer her question a familiar blondehead interrupted her.

"Hey rusty, I see you met my sister, huh."

"Rusty?" She raised both her eyebrows at him.

"Rusty, you know from rust which is red just like the colour of you hair."

"Rust is reddish brown, my hair is deep red."

"Details, shmetails", he said twirling her hair over his finger. "It's still red." Clary blushed as his fingers begin to play with her strands and it took four clearing of throats and one angry brother to take his hands of her hair. He looked so innocently broken as if he was separated from his favourite toy, that Clary almost forgave him for calling her rusty. Almost. She was still going to get back at him. She was just going to call him goldilocks but apparently, her brother had other plans.

"Clarissa, a word."

Full name, oh this is going to be bad.

"What are you doing with him?" Jonathon stopped her in a secluded corner of the cafeteria. Although, Clary knew who exactly he was talking about she didn't give him the satisfaction.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't you play innocent with me missy, and that means stop giving me those puppy eyes, I have lived 14 years with you, I am immune to them."

He let out a sigh of frustration.

"Look if this is about Jace-"

"You don't have to say it, the sexual tension was so thick , it was a miracle that people could breathe without choking on it."

Sexual tension, her ass. If there was anything there, it was her blushing like a fire truck and making an idiot of herself.

"Just don't hurt him."

"Wha-"

"Also, while I like children I don't fancy being an uncle this soon, so use protection."

Clary stood still, rendered speechless as her brother stalked off with his signature smirk etched to his face. It seemed like people were stalking a lot.

What in the seven hells was that, she wondered as went back to her table.

Not a line break this time. A chapter end would be more appropriate. Or a I ran out of ideas, ehh, my bad. Look I know it's been going boring but I swear I'm going to come with a better idea for the next chapter. Until then toodles, folks.