Shit! Guys, I'm so sorry for the extra long wait. I know it's been like 8 months, and I'm so so so so so sorry!

It all started with my wretched exams. And this year, I had decided that I would do extremely well, hence, I had cut down on all my breaks, etc. I had gotten an incredible result for my finals, so I was really happy. To celebrate, my friends and I had gone on a vacation. Then, during my summer, I have become so addicted to these few Telivison shows that are absolutely amazing.

First of all- Gossip Girl. I finished the six seasons and SHIT! IT's so good! Chuck is So awesome! I ship Chair. :D
And Sherlock! :O
And I joined Tumblr. I'm addicted to it!

I'm also addicted to these new bands.

-My chemical Romance
-The Filthy Youth (This is only beacuse they're British and Ed Westwick – the guy who plays Chuck bass- Is the lead singer)
-All Time Low (LOVE them)
-Cobra Starship

And I'm absolutely in love with Justin Timberlake.

So guys, sorry for the delay, but enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 12

Every muscle in my body ached by the time the last bell had rung.
I trudged through the swarming throng of people just as exuberant as me, to get out of this wretched nightmare.

I know, I'm over reacting. But with the stupid teasing game I had going on with Jace, my body has passed the stage of exhaustion hours ago.
It was the overwhelming urge that I had to just final give in to his seductive ways.

But I would not give him the satisfaction.

He didn't need any stroking of his overly large ego. He was infatuated with himself already.

It had taken all of my will power in the past few hours to not cave into those brighter amber eyes, and to not lean in to his touches and the nibbles he would give my ear. Which were so hot, may I add.
It was like a string that pulled me closer to him and his stupid seductive ways.

I was so lost in my mental rantings, that I pushed right onto someone.

I was on the verge of a face plant when I felt two muscled arms wrap around me.
I looked up into those oh, so beautiful amber eyes and tried my best to hold back a shiver.

It was evident by the smirk that grew on his face, that my former acting lessons were no help.

"You just couldn't stay away, could you, Red?"

"How inflated is your ego?" I pulled back from his lingering touch.

"Enough to say that there is no other person I would rather be in this situation with, than myself." Cue another smirk.

"I'm guessing Jace is Jace's best friend?"

"Try not to be jealous of Jace."
Another one of those damned smirks.

"I wouldnt wish my crazy fangirling on my worst enemy." I said with faux sincerity and a roll of my eyes.

Another one of those blasted smirks.
Doesn't his mouth hurt with all that Smirking? Oh, his mouth. His mouth...

Don't even go there, Fray.

"See you around, Fray. "

I stumbled towards my car as quickly as I could, before the thought me jumping his bones turned to reality.

Leaning my head against the cool, refreshing metal of my locker, I smiled inwardly at the peace and quiet. Well, not really quiet, it was a school hallway.

"Something bothering you?"

I looked towards the voice only to see Simon, in all his dorky glory, leaning against the subsequent locker.

"Don't even ask, Si."

By now we both were waking side by side through the corridor, trying, in vain, to reach the school exit.

"I saw you and a blonde today. You looked like you were all over each other. In fact, he looked an awful lot like Ja-"

He didn't get to finish the sentence, in thanks to the wonderful elbowing his side had just experienced.
Simon, being Simon started off on a lecture on physical abuse and such.

I wasn't paying attention to his speech, except for the timely rolling of eyes that I supplied, but he had suddenly gone quiet and had stopped walking.
I turned towards where he was looking, only to find him gazing love-struck at a gorgeous girl at the other side of the hallway.
She was, by all means, beautiful. What with her long raven black hair that cascaded down her back, to the Small of her waist, and her tall, not to curvy figure, and charcoal grey eyes that seemed to hold some sort of secret that she only shared with herself.

I nudged Simon in the ribs, and he finally came out of his reverie.
He spluttered and looked towards me.

" Who is that?"

"That, dearest Clary, is Isabelle Lightwood."