Soooo - Hey fanatics! Lemme just say thanks for the people who have already favourited and followed this story! Also, thanks to my one reviewer! So, for the ease of this story; Clary, Jace, Alec, Isabelle, Simon and Magnus are all the same age (16-17) and in their Junior year. Jonathan is one year older (Senior year). Max is 9. Thanks :)

Disclaimer: Who owns TMI you ask? Not me...

"Clary get up! You can't get a lift with Simon today so you're coming with me!" Jon's shout echoed through Clary's head, effectively waking her up.

"But you have football practice!"

"Exactly! Now hurry up! We leave in 10!"

Clary groaned and pushed herself out of bed, something that was extremely hard at 5:30 in the morning. She quickly had a shower and changed into her light blue jeans, green Chuck Taylors and a shirt reading 'I never got my acceptance letter from Hogwarts so I'm leaving The Shire to become a Jedi' - all iconic fonts included. Jon and her parents never understood her shirts, but Simon did, an that was all that mattered.

Clary rushed downstairs and grabbed her messenger bag, decorated with an assortment of badges; and an apple - she'd just eat in the bleachers while Jon was practising.

Just as she had gotten everything together, her brother was shoving her out of the door and into his car; a gift from Valentine. "Can't have you ruining my reputation with a beat up old thing like that truck of Lucian's now can we?" Clary wanted to hate the car, but she just couldn't, it was a really nice car.

Jonathan was a year older than Clary, and was in his Senior year. Clary was in her Junior. He was deemed the best football player in school, and had been captain of the team since Sophomore year. Clary however, was nothing special. She was the best artist in the school, but refused to show off her talent to her peers. This meant that she was easily forgettable and pretty much only referred to as 'Jon's little sister'. But that was how she liked it.

Jon stopped the car and got out, quickly followed by Clary. "Wait for me to finish practice okay? I want to introduce you to some people." He said.

"Fine, but don't expect me to automatically become friends with them. I hate people."

"I know, I know. But you can't cut yourself off from everybody but Simon you know? There will come a day when you need people to be there for you, and one person just won't be enough."

Clary almost laughed at her brother's seriousness. "Okay, fine. Now go practise."

Once Jon left, Clary climbed the bleachers until she was seated in the top corner. She loved heights, they made her feel powerful and free. She texted Simon letting him know not to wait for her at the gates, and pulled out her sketchpad.

She started to draw some of the players on the field, but they were all the same - tall and burly. Clary sighed and started to draw her brother, again. It wasn't her fault that Jon was pretty much perfect and a good subject to draw.

If I were to paint him, I'd use metallic silvers for everything except his eyes. She thought. He was the Silver Boy, a priceless human artifact and the most wanted boy in the school. Clary though, had inherited all her mother's features. And yet, her mother was beautiful, whereas Clary was just...cute. She was 16! She shouldn't be described as cute, but she was, and it was extremely annoying.

As Clary was about to finish drawing Jon's eyes, a golden flicker caught her attention. She looked up to see a face she didn't recognise looking up at her from the field. She was automatically entranced. As an artist, she had a weakness for beautiful things, and there was no other way to describe the new boy.

Even from this height, Clary could see that he had wavy, golden hair that fell in soft tresses around his chiseled face, and bright gold eyes. His skin was golden too, but slightly lighter than his hair. He was tall like Jon, and built similarly - strongly, but he wasn't just chunks of muscle.

He reminded Clary of a lion, strong and lethal. He moved with grace and precision, she could tell he would soon make his way to the top of the team with Jon. Clary's artistic side yearned to draw him, next to Jon in fact. Gold and Silver.

The boy smirked, waking Clary from her trance. So he was one of those boys. Clary had to admit, she was disappointed. But of course someone that attractive would be fully aware of his own attractiveness. Wait, had she just thought he was attractive? Of course he's attractive, but that doesn't mean he isn't an ass.

Clary just shook her head and continued her sketch, but her mind kept wandering back to the Golden Boy.

O.o.O

Clary had finally finished drawing Jon when the devil himself appeared in front of her, two people trailing behind him. She looked up to see Golden Boy looking at her, as well as another new face. He had straight, black hair and piercing blue eyes. What was it with the amount of attractive people this morning? She thought.

"Clary, this is Jace and Alec Lightwood. They're both new here, so be nice. Now, I'll let you three talk, I have to go discuss something with coach." Jon said, before turning away and making his way down to the field again.

"So, you're Clary." The blue-eyed boy, Alec, said.

"Guilty. And you're Alec and Jace. How did you end up at this Hell of a school?" She asked.

"We moved from New York about two weeks ago. Dad and Mum are sort of having, disagreements, so we moved here with Mum while our dad gets his affairs in order."

The way that Alec said affairs made Clary wonder if that was exactly the problem with their father, but he obviously didn't want to talk about it so she changed the topic.

"You don't look like brothers, but I'm guessing you are, considering last names?" Clary asked.

"Well, we sort of are." It was Jace who decided to talk this time. "My real name is Jace Herondale, but my parents were killed when I was 10. Our families had always been close, so the Lightwoods took me in. Alec is a brother to me, and it was just easier for the school if we were registered under the same name."

Clary nodded. "So, it's just the two of you?"

"No." Back to Alec. "We have a sister, Isabelle, and a little brother Max, he's 9."

"Alec and Isabelle are twins by the way." Jace butts in. "And I'm the same age as them."

"Which is…?" Clary asks.

"17." They say together.

"Right. So you'll be in Jon's year?"

"No, actually, Alec and Isabelle just turned 17, and I will turn 17 next week, so we are in your year. Why'd you think Jon would introduce us?" Jace asks.

Clary just shrugged. By this time, Jon had joined them again.

"Clary, your schedule is the same as the Lightwoods, so you can show them around okay?" Her brother said.

"Yep. And for the record." She whispered for only Jon to hear. "We're not friends."

So yeah, there you go! Please REVIEW guys! It means the world to me!

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