A/N: Damn. I have to change the AN again. So, my dad wanted me to do something on the iPad for him. All it took was a few taps, and, ta daaaa, Chapter nine is on my iPhone. But Chapter Ten isn't done yet, so I can't fulfill out deal. Sorry 'bout that, I was expecting a long long time, but i managed to sneak the data in, so sorry again. I absolutely luv ya guys! My heart swells more than a hot air balloon just reading it all! I can't believe that I'm getting so much positive response, it's a miracle! Now, I'm just so happy and I'm positively sure sure I'm glowing like a firefly! Now, in answers to reviews,
Kassbraaten: Yep, Clace coming right up! Clary's already beginning to like Jace, so it won't be too long. I just imagined this Clary to be tough and not give her heart away that easily. Give it one or two chapters, and the sexual tension would be so so thick that you can cut it with a knife from your house!
Appropinquare: I'll try really hard to make it longer, but no promises! Mum and Dad are hell bent on getting me to pack early, and I have to manage my time to find enough time to write. :)
: Awww. Thanks for your concern, I have to donate about one-fourth of my bajillion books to a library. I'm still weeping about my poor books that's gonna get abused.
Lisa(Guest): Coincidental! I mean, it's never happen to me before. But it will be so cool if it happens!
Disclaimer: Ya know, once, I had my hands on the rights toTMI, but then, I woke up.
Now, on with the story!
CPOV
Jace, Izzy, Simon and I were standing in front of the steel boarding school gates. I leaned against the hood of my blood red Porsche, tapping my booted feet impatiently.
"What the fuck is taking so long?" I snarled.
I'm in a particularly bad mood today. I had started my fantastic day, *cough*, with being whacked in the head repeatedly by a pillow, by an over-enthusiastic Izzy. By the time I'm done with my shower, I'm ready for a stack of yummy pancakes, I've been dying to try the new recipe, but, noooooo, Izzy had to try to apologize to waking me up by making pancakes. It ended with me using surgical gloves and a pair of tongs to extract the final product, something black and slimy that looked and smelled suspiciously like rotten fudge brownies, which also oozed green liquid. Ew. Then, after checking for the damage done to our kitchen, thank god there are none, I was preparing to fix my and Izzy's breakfast, but Jace and Simon had to barge in, and dragged me, Izzy and our packed suitcase down to the parking lot. This resulted in a loss of breakfast for a very grumpy Clarissa Fairchild.
"I'm hungry." Izzy whined childishly, and Simon handed Izzy the packet of Lays he was eating. I crossed my arms on my chest, and huffed angrily.
"Angry much, Clary?"
I death-glared at Jace.
He smirked.
"I'm really hungry, all because of you, Simon and Izzy!"
He smiled sheepishly, and handed me his half-eaten sandwich. I was too hungry to complain, so I snatched it from his hands, and stuffed my face with it. Jace chuckled.
"What?"
"You look like a kid." He pointed out.
"I don't care. I'm hungry." I retorted.
If I had looked up, I would see him smile at me.
After the sandwich had disappeared into my tummy, I felt slightly better.
"Thanks."
The gates finally creaked open.
"Finally!" Izzy exclaimed, the same time Simon shouted, "Hallelujah!"
Jace snorted, "They really took their own sweet time, didn't they?"
"Yep. And I was considering blasting the gates with my hand grenade."
As I slid into my Porsche, a hand grenade fell down from my messenger bag, and it made a sharp clank on the concrete. Simon stared in horror at the hand grenade.
"Why the hell is a hand grenade in your bag?"
"Well, it sorta help in sticky situations." I shrugged nonchalantly.
"But, seriously, a grenade?"
"Hand grenade." I corrected as I retrieved said object from the ground and placed it safely in a hidden compartment in my bag, making sure not to snap the fuse.
I slammed the door shut firmly and gunned the engine, speeding past the gates and into the parking lot. I slammed the breaks, and the tires squealed in obvious protest.
"What had the poor tires done to you, Clary?" Jace cried out.
"Jace?" I began sweetly.
"Yes, baby?"
"Shut up."
While we were busy bickering back and forth, we had not notice a woman who had walked up to us. I examined her carefully. She seems like those boring secretary that hate their job and take it out on poor unsuspecting students. She had the look to be one, neatly pressed white button down shirt, tucked neatly into a crisp black pencil skirt, and a pair of black pumps. Her greying dark brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head, there was not a single strand out of place. Her cold brown eyes squinted at us slightly, and she tipped her black clipboard.
"Hello. Welcome to Alicante Boarding School, one of the most prestigious boarding schools for the rich and talented."
Her voice meant business, brisk and clear.
"I apologize for the hassle about the school gates. We have enhanced our security levels to rival those of CIA's, to prevent anymore kidnapping."
I heard Jace muttered something about how the school's security system didn't even cover one-fourth of CIA's.
"Yes, of course. We understand perfectly." I put on my professional voice to mock her. "My friends and I are well aware of the severe danger of the situation, and would not wish to disrupt your school's security routines. Ms?"
"Janice." She supplied, not noticing my mock-professional tone. In fact, she seemed to be rather pleased. "I'm glad you understand. Now, please confirm your identities."
"Isabelle Sophia Lightwood." Izzy said politely, and nudged Simon with her foot.
"What? Oh, Simon Lewis."
I smiled sweetly. "Clarissa Adele Fairchild." And I elbowed Jace, warning him to use his best manners.
"Ouch." He muttered, and announced professionally. "Jonathan Christopher Herondale."
Ms. Janice produced a pen from the folds of her skirt, and started checking the boxes. She turned to us, and eyed our outfits distastefully. She obviously didn't like my black denim skirt, black camisole, black leather jacket,black fishnets, and black combat boots.
"Uniform for girls consists of a pleated skirt, pressed white button down shirt, and tie. Different colors for different levels. You may characterize the rest of your outfits to your own pleasing." She turned to the boys. "Uniform for boys consists of trousers, tie and pressed button down shirt. Same rules applies."
She abruptly turned and walked back in the direction she came from, and we dutifully trudged after her after hauling our luggages down from the car.
"She seems like Professor Mcgonagall from Harry Potter." Simon commented.
"Unfortunately, she won't bend rules like Mcgonagall sometimes does." Izzy said glumly. "I mean, who needs uniforms?"
"We don't, obviously." I retorted, equally glum.
Everyone stopped, and stared at the buildings in front of us. They looked the blend of modern and ancient architecture, and everything seemed new.
Ms. Janice led us to the very first building and entered, her pumps clicking against the marble tiles, and she entered the door labelled, Office, with a gold plate. She motioned for us to follow her to the shiny front desk. She disappeared behind it, and emerged later to hand us four huge black backpack that looked remarkably normal, no school emblem or anything.
"Everything that is required are there. Now, as your guardians had requested, you will all share the biggest penthouse we have to offer in our newest building. You should find the map inside your pack, also, please read our instructions and rule books. Have a nice term." She said briskly, and went back to her work. We all exited the building, and started examining the backpack.
"Wow." Simon breathed. "This campus is huge!"
Izzy took out a huge leather bound journal rimmed with gold.
"Isabelle Sophia Lightwood." She read aloud. "Guide to Alicante Boarding School."
I took out a journal similar to Izzy and flipped through. The first page is my basic information. Clarissa Fairchild. Seventeen. Birthday. Blah blah second page is my schedule, the third one's a map, where all my class areas are highlighted with co-ordinated colors and the fourth one is the starting of rules book, which I didn't bother to read. Instead, I flipped to page eighty-eight , where the book becomes a journal, probably to jot down memos and notes.
"The school's certainly thoughtful." Izzy remarked.
"Yep." I nodded, and snatched Izzy's book to compare our schedule.
"Only Gym and Free." I said sadly, and yanked Jace's journal from his grasp.
"WHAT?" I yelled. "Why do I have every class with this egotistical jerk?"
"I have the same classes as Simon too." Izzy said cheerfully. Hmph.
"It seemed they want two teams, one that consists of both spy and assassin." Jace smirked.
"But, why?" I wailed comically. "Why this egotistical jerk?"
"You know you love me, baby." Jave smirked, again.
All this time we've been walking with no destination in mind, and we ended up in front of a crystal clear pond with a few ducks paddling peacefully in it.
Jace and I shouted at the same time.
"DUCKSSSS!"
"WE'RE LOSTTTT."
Lol. Alright. Am gonna update a one-shot soon, I hope you will read it! And, Adelyn? *wink* *coughJanicecough* Don't ask, it's an inside joke between me and my parabatai. Muahaha. *evil laugh* Next update will probably be within the range of next week to next month. Depends on school work and mom's temper.
Kaitlyn~