Clary's pov

I arrive at the door and knock. I decide count to three before I go in. One, please don't embarrass yourself, two, do not show any emotions they might smell fear, three, breath in breathe out and walk in. I reach for the door handle, turn it and open the door. I take a couple of steps inside.

A teacher stares dumbfounded and before I can help myself I blurt out

"Hi I'm the new student. Clary fray?"

The teacher's eyes widen.

" Hello I'm sorry I had totally forgotten!" She turns a funny shade of scarlet and looks around for a moment.

"It seems that there aren't enough seats."

I look around and indeed there seems to be a lack of seats. Crap. This is so embarrassing but wait it gets worse because I hear someone suggest I sit on his lap from the back. I turn around to give that jackass the death stare.

I spot him in between a black haired boy and girl. Compared to them he shines like a golden light. His hair is messy and seems to be made from different shades of gold dancing in the sunlight. He has an amazing tan and great muscles hiding underneath a black green day shirt. Fucking hell I can already imagine the amazing abs he has and how badly id like to runs my hands all over them. Whoa. Stop right there. No hot smutty thoughts about this asshole. Fuck off hormones. When I hear the teacher mention someone getting me a seat I snap out of it.

"-Why wont you tell us something about yourself?"

Red alert. Red alert. Okay calm down just stick to the usual.

" My name is clary and I'm seventeen years old." She nods at me to go on.

"I was born in New York and I lived there for the first few years of my life. Then I moved to London and left when I was twelve. Since then I I've lived here and there."

"And where did you spend the first half of this year miss fray?"

"I spend it at an international art school."

"And where was this art school?"

I hesitate before talking. This is it. This is the moment they are going to judge me.

"In Tokyo, ma'am."

"Very impressive indeed." Before she can finish her sentence a black haired boy walks in with an extra seat.

"It seems that Sebastian has brought us the missing seat."

She looked around

" I believe that if Mr. Lewis would a bit to his left we can easily fit the seat next to him."

The Sebastian boy sighed and moved the seat into its chosen place and I took a seat. The teacher continued her lection the minute I took a seat.

I looked around. The class was mostly filled with snobby looking kids, but a few stood apart like color on a blank piece of canvas; on a closer look the two black haired teens looked quite similar. They have the same black hair and divine looking bone structure. But where the girls eyes where nearly black, the boys were radiantly blue. I wouldn't be surprised if they were related. The girl has her long black hair flowing in loose curls around the fair skin that was exposed by her very low cleavage. She seemed to be wearing a blood red blouse tucked into a high wasted pair of leather shorts matching her red lips. Her thigh high heels were not the only hint that this girl was up to no good. I think we would get along just fine. The boy however was wearing a black V-neck tee with a pair of jeans. He looked like he couldn't care less what he was wearing.

When I looked at the golden dickhead I caught him staring at me. This made me turn around and look at the fourth odd one out; Mr. Lewis, I believed. He had messy brown hair combined with brown eyes concealed by a pair of old school nerdy glasses. He looked quite cute in his made in Brooklyn t-shirt.

" Are you from Brooklyn?"

" Yea," he faces me "how did you know"

" Uhm," he wasn't being sarcastic "your t-shirt?"

" Oh yeah, he looks down and chuckles. "I'm Simon Lewis by the way"

" Clary Fray."