Awesome, chapter 7 (:
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Alec's POV
Up until this day, I had never heard any living thing talk so fast. I could barely keep up with Magnus and Ragnor's conversation at the speed they were blabbering at. One second it could be about how the weather was not doing justice to their skin, the next thing they could be gushing over Arm-mania's (armayney, arm-man?) new boots.
After a minute of walking, we stopped in front of a small classroom that had a plate on the door that read 'English'. Magnus turned to me and looked down the three inches to meet my eyes.
"This is your, well our, first period class; English," He said with a bright smile. "The teacher is a bit of a push over, so kiss up and you'll pass." With a glittery wink, he turned on his heel and pushed open the door, Ragnor in pursuit. I stood there for a moment wondering why he would tell me that. Was he trying to help me, or was he just like that? I shook my head and walked into the classroom. It was kind of dingy, with bright fluorescent lights and dirty floor tiles. On the opposite wall to me, There was a huge window that looked out onto the parking lot in the corner of the class. I made my way over to the desk that was placed by the window and plopped myself down.
I looked out the window and across the gray sky and watched a few crows circle around. I had always wanted wings, to be able to fly above everything and leave the world behind and just be completely free, blew my mind. But I would have to wait until some smart scientist discovered hum-avian hybrids. Like that'll ever happen.
I snapped out of my daydreaming when the English teacher started the lesson. I was good at English, it was my best subject, but it was dreadfully boring. For the rest of the class, I went in and out of listening to the lesson, which was a revision on essay writing. At the end of the class, the teacher, whose name I've already forgotten, gave us an assignment to write an essay of what we've done over the summer to see where we're at with our writing abilities.
The bell rang and I slowly gathered up my things, being one of the last to the door. I could see Magnus and Ragnor waiting for me just outside, as I walked across the front of the class. Remembering what Magnus had told me before class, I stopped in front of the teacher and said, "I like your hair Miss." With a smile, I walked out the door and tagged along with my odd guide.
EPOV
I hated him. I hated no one more than the cocky ass hole that was making moves on my Clary. How dare he think he could come to the school I practically ruled and try to mark his territory with my girlfriend? Whenever I saw him, I got the gut feeling that there was something bad about him, and that left me unsettled.
This was out of character for me; I was the nice and clam guy who, unlike the blond bastard, knew he had looks but didn't flaunt them. I was modest and kept the school under control. It bothered me when someone stepped out of line, and these new kids already way out of line.
When Clary and I were in second period class, it took all I had not to climb over the desk separating blondie and I and strangle him. But if it were just his ignorant personality that was bothering me, I could probably get over it, but no. Clary had been sneaking glances at him when she didn't think I was looking, and the way she looked at him was the way she was supposed to look at me.
When the bell rang for lunch, I was ready to get out of that classroom, and as far away from it as I could. I grabbed Clary's hand with my hand that wasn't grabbing my books off my desk, and started to pull her after me when I knew she had gathered all her books together. I could see the crease in between her eyebrows showing that she was confused as to why I was eager to get going to quickly.
I pulled her to my locker because I knew blondie's locker was besides her, so I went slowly meaning to get to Clary's locker while Jace had already left his.
"What was that about?" Clary asked me. I put my books in my locker before turning to her.
"I hate that kid." I simply stated. For a moment she looked stunned but then looked slightly amused.
"Why? Because he's the only one who stands up to your superiority?" She smirked at me and crossed her arms. I frowned and looked down at her.
"No. Because I get a bad feeling from him. He's trouble is all." I explained myself.
"He's not that bad of a guy Edward."
"And how long have you known him Clary?" I asked her sceptically.
"About as long as you have, and I've actually spoken to the kid. So yeah, I can judge him better than you," I stayed silently and engrossed myself with putting my books in my locker. "You really are very stubborn. Ignoring the fact that he's full of himself, you got to give him a chance Edward. Don't judge a book by a cover." She said with a smile. I couldn't help but stare at her; she didn't wear a smudge of makeup, and yet her green eye stood out, her cheeks just touched pink and her lips a soft shade of rose. Yet she was so naive, ignorant of the way he looked at her, and ignorant of the fact that she felt it back.
I closed my locker and took her hand, never taking my eyes off hers as I smiled. "Your wish is my command." I whispered softly, kissing her hand. Her cheeks flushed red and she looked down at her feet, tendrils of red hair falling around her face. I pushed them back with my hand smiled at her. When she looked back up she gave a shy smile and pulled at my hand, heading to her locker.
I followed along happily, resisting the slight urge to skip.
CPOV
WTF. I knew where Edward was coming from with this whole, 'Jace is a bad kid', but really? Jealousy isn't attractive. I would forgive him of course, but I added 'talk to Edward about jealousy and possessive attitude' to my list of things to do.
The walk to my locker was silent, not a completely comfortable silence, but not an awkward silence. Walking around the corner to the hall where my locker was, I could see a group of people gathered around it, or rather a group around my locker mashed with a group around Jace's locker. I could feel Edward tense when he saw that our friends around my locker weren't the only people there.
Our friends pretty much consisted with some of the smartest people in the school, or in our odd school's case, the popular people. Because we were the smartest and respected by teachers, we had popularity, but we weren't the only popular ones. There was also the group of popular skanks. They were like the popular group of any typical high school.
In our group, we had Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, Simon, Maia, Sebastian and us, Edward and I. There was also a semi complicated love... Pentagram in our group; Alice and Jasper are dating as are Rosalie and Emmett, and Maia has a huge crush on Simon but Simon apparently likes someone else, and Sebastian supposedly like me, but he is a constant flirt with Aline, the leader of the skank group.
As we neared the group, I saw Jace leaning against a locker surrounded by a tall girl with gorgeous black hair flirting with my very own brother, Jonathon, a boy that looked like the girl's twin but wore much baggier clothing, and none other than poop haired Isabella Swan. Isabella, or rather Bella, was one of the school skanks. Though she wasn't the skankiest, she was quite annoying, especially when she thought she could hang out with every clique in the school, like ours. Which, even though I'm too nice to say it, she definitely wasn't invited in.
Alice was the first to notice us, and once she saw us everyone knew. "CLARISSA!" She squealed letting go of Jasper's hand and pushing through Simon to fling her tiny herself at me. After detaching herself from me she said, "We were beginning to think you and Edward were going to ditch us to be alone." She dropped a wink and skipped back to the group leaving me blushing ten shades of red. I heard Edward give a tight chuckle as I pulled him over to my locker pushing my friends out of the way to get there. Somewhere in the process, I dropped Edward's hand to make it easier manoeuvre my through the tight crowd of two groups. Apparently I wasn't paying enough attention of who I was nudging out of the way to get to my locker, because I pushed someone slightly who was to my left and she let out a surprised grumble/gasp as she stumbled forward before spinning on her heel to glare at me.
"Excuse me?" She half yelled in a menacing tone. I froze and turned around slowly. It was the tall girl I saw before; she had charcoal eyes that were burning holes into my skull, and skin that was simply flawless.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that, I thought you were somebody else." I offered a small smile. She glared some more and opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by my white haired brother.
"Isabelle this is my sister Clarissa. You must excuse her manners; she can be fairly short tempered." Jonathon explained placing a hand on Isabelle's arm. He winked at me and I knew what he was mentioning; I hated it when he made jokes that made fun of my height. I was about to retort back to Jonathon but I was interrupted by someone else. Gosh, everyone's getting interrupted aren't they?
"Hey Ginger!" A silky voice sounded out, I knew the voice I just couldn't put a face to it. But I didn't have to ponder it longer because Jace then pushed Isabelle over to the side and smiled at me. I could see from just behind his shoulder, Bella didn't look very happy. But then again, neither did a lot of people.
Before I could respond, too many people started talking at the same time; Jonathon was demanding Jace how he knew me, Edward wanted to know what 'Lightwood' wanted, Simon frowned and stated that 'Ginger' was a derogatory term, and Emmett started to laugh and yell excitedly that he wasn't the one who called me that. Ignoring all the arguments and comments, I open my locker as quickly as I could and shoved my things in, grabbed my lunch and closed my locker. For once, I was glad to be so vertically challenged, as I dropped to my knees and crawled out of the swarming group. I stood, and practically ran outside trying to get away from all the pointless drama that I knew this year would bring me.
OH.
Yeah didn't think it was gonna be that long eh?
... That's what he said ^ ;)
Sorry couldn't help myself(:
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