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Chapter 1 – Well, that was... interesting

Jace's POV

"IZZY!" I heard Alec calls out. "WAKE UP ALREADY!" I get out of my room and saw Alec standing in front of Izzy's room at the end of the hall.

"NO!" came the response.

"IF YOU DON'T GET UP, I'LL..." Alec threatened.

Iz's door swung open and in the doorway appeared a very angry Isabelle. "I'm up! Happy now? Now move. I need to go to the bathroom." She pushed Alec away and made her way to the bathroom, then slamming the door. Alec just shrugged like nothing happened and walked down to the kitchen. We teenagers are sooo charming, aren't we?

That little drama queen over there was Alec, my brother. He is tall and fit, with a thin, wiry build. He has jet-black hair that ends at his jaw and stunning blue eyes. This year he is going to attend Columbia University, law school, with his boyfriend, Magnus. Yeah, I know what does that mean, so if you want to make fun of him, then back off. And if not you better pray that I will be the one who'll beat you and not Isabelle. Nobody except me and Isabelle will make fun of him.

Now, let's move to Isabelle. Most of the boys... who am I kidding, every guy and even some girls would call her 'hot and sexy'. She has long black hair and dark brown eyes. She is very tall, slim and a cheerleader. Obviously every guy would like to date her, but she dates only bad guys. It's like she wanted to piss our parents off. And a little warning at the end, don't you EVER dare to eat food that she cooked. It's for your own good.

Than there is Max, the youngest Lightwood. Max is a boy considered to be small for his age, he looked to be around seven though he is nine. He wore over-sized glasses and has brown hair and gray eyes. And speaking of the devil, Max run up to me with a book in his hand.

"Jace!" he shouted excitedly. "I just finished reading Naruto!" Showing me the book. "Mom promised that she will take me to the comick store to buy a new one!"

"Calm down, Max," I said. Smiling down at him. It's obvious that I'm his favourite sibling even that I'm an adopted one.

I went down down with him. Maryse was already there, talking with Alec and preparing breakfast for us. Her cooking was the best, it's a shame that Izzy didn't inherited this from her. She looks so much like Iz that sometimes people thinks that they are sisters. But she is taller and bonier than Izzy, with blue eyes and black hair. Oh, and she is a lawyer.

"G'morning," I greated. "Where is Robert?" Robert is Maryse's husband. He is a cop, Lieutenant. So he wasn't often at home.

She turned and smiled at my. "Good morning, Jace. Robert had already left for work."

Max and I sat down. I started to talk to Alec. After a while, Izzy finally went down, wearing tight jeans, red shirt and a matching ruby pendant necklece.

"Finally, I thought you died up there." I said. She just glared at me. When we were done with our foods. Izzy and I went to my car and rode to school.


At the parking lot I met with Jonathan, my best friend since Middle school, and some other jocks. We talked about what were we doing in summer and girls, of course. Not seeing some girls for only three months and you will be surprised how much they changed, some of theme changed to better, some to worser.

At the corner of my eyes I saw a small girl with red hair. It was probably Clary, Jonathan's baby sister, but I wasn't sure, I have never pay much attention to how she looked. You would think that because Jonathan is my best friend, I would now his sister better. The truth is that I don't. Most of the time when I was at his house, Clary was at her best friend's house. And she belonged more to the unpopular group, but because Jonathan was her brother, nobody dares to make fun of her. He was a really overprotective brother, even that he never show it in front of her. That is probably one of the reasons why we were best friends. I would do anything for my family and loved ones, too.

My first lesson was History with Mr Hamel. He was the youngest teacher at our school, he came here last year. The first time I met him I didn't know that he was a teacher. (Seriously, that guy look just like a teenager. A really strict teenager.) It was quite boring, so I chatted with Kaelie at the far corner of the classroom. She looked like a cali girl, tall and slim, with blond hair and blue eyes. We had know each other from some parties and by that I mean that we were mostly making out. Don't judge me, I'm a teenager and a guy.

My next lesson was Literature with Mrs Hall. I had this class with Jonathan and Isabelle. When we entered everybody turned to look at us. I looked at some prettier girls and winked at theme, which cause theme to blush.

Jonathan headed to Alyson, his girlfriend. Half way there, he stopped and greeted his sister.

"Hey, little sis," he greeted her, "rat face." He smirked at the boy next to her. (It must be her best friend what was his name again? Sam? Or Seamus?) And walked away. I stopped, too, and looked at her. She was wearing casual clothes with no make up on, but she still looked beautiful. I walked away with a smile on my lips.

I don't know why, but something in me wanted to sit down and talked to her, make her smile, protecte her... I shook my head to clear my mind. This is ridiculous I barely know her. But I still can't help it and keep looking at her. What is so special about her, that she makes me feel like this? She was small, with red hair and green eyes. She didn't look like girls I usually date, she was actually the opposite.

My thoughts were interupted by the bell, and Mrs Hall walks in. Even I must admit that she is one of the best teacher.

"So, class," she started, "I have decided that we are going to do a play at the end of the school year. I'm telling you this before, so anyone who don't want to do it can think about some excuses, which aren't lame." I smiled at that. "But I'm warning you that this mark is going to be important, so decide wisely."

"And what play are we going to perform," Helen asked.

"We are going to do Shakespear's play, a comedy. And, please, don't ask me, if it is Romeo and Juliet, because you all know that it is a tragedy, right?"

Nobody answered.

"Back to the topic." Mrs Hall broke the silence. "We are going to play... A Midsummer Night's Dream!"

Everynbody stared at her. Then: "WHAT?!"

"Okay once again. It looked like headphones made you all daef. We. Are. Going. To. Play. A. Midsu..." she stopped. "You know what I'll just going to tell you when will be the audition and you will catch up later. OK?"

"But..." Jonathan started.

"No, buts, Jonathan. If you don't want to fail my class, you have to at least help to prepare the play. I'm just telling you this because you are all here today, so no one can camplain that he/she didn't know about it. But if you are worrying about your football practices, Jonathan, then don't worry. We have the whole school year to prepare the play. Any quastions?"

Nobody answered.

"Okay then. The audition will be on the 8 November (A/N: Sorry typing error. I first write June, but it is in November.), so you have a lot of time to think about which character would you like to be." She gave Martin and Lucy copies of the play to distribute theme.

"Well, if there are no more qaustion, then we will continue with the lesson."


After Math ends, I had lunch, so I went to the cafeteria. I was lost in my thoughts when I bumped into someone. It was Clary. I catch her before she could fell to the ground. And cought the scent of her shampoo. She smelled like strawberries.

"Don't you look where you're going?" she said angrily, then she looked at me with her beautiful green eyes and scowled. "Oh, that's you."

"What was that supposed to mean?" I demanded and let her go.

"Nothing." she shrugged. "Just that you're so big headed, that you think everybody will get out of your way, whenever you walk by."

Now it my turn to scowl at her. "You don't know anything about me."

She shrugged again. "Yup, and I'm happy for that." With that she walked away.

I frowned after her. She is so irritating, but I feel little offended that she thinks that about me. Okay, I admit that I'm a player and broke many girls heart, but I have never mind what people thinks about me. However,... hearing this from Clary hurted me more then I woudl ever admit. What's happening to me? Why do I care what she thinks about me? I barely know her. I shook my head again and walked to the other end. Whit a small redhead in my mind and the smell of strawberries.


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