Warning: This story contains coarse language, cutting, child abuse, and I'm not really sure what else yet. If that could be triggering to you or you just can't read that kind of thing, then please don't read this.

Disclaimer: If I owned the Mortal Instruments, Alec and Magnus would never have broken up in the first place.

Here goes nothing…

She quietly opened the classroom door and had almost made it to her seat when the teacher noticed her.

"Miss Morgenstern. Glad you could finally join us." Mr. Starkweather called out just loudly enough that the rest of the school probably heard it.

She turned around quickly. "My name is Clary Fray, not 'Miss Morgenstern.' I got my name changed years ago. Don't ever call me Morgenstern again." She said this with such a glint in her eye that Mr. Starkweather decided to back down.

"Fine then, Miss Fray. Would you like to tell us all a little bit about yourself?" He sounded very confident that he had won.

"Not really," Clary said sharply, and went to stand at the back of the room.

"Miss Fray, please sit down so I can continue me lecture." Here he received the classic, Are you stupid? look from Clary, until he realized why she was standing. "Jace, move your stuff over so she can sit next to you."

She looked over at the boy he was talking to, but immediately looked away. He had golden blonde hair, tan skin, and the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. It made her blush just to think about it. Then he opened his mouth and ruined the image entirely.

"Why do I have to move all my stuff? It's not my fault she got here late. I refuse to sit next to someone as hideous as her!" Yup. He's your stereotypical asshole of a man-whore.

At this point Clary was fed up with it. "Just start talking already," she said, exasperated. "It won't kill me to stand for the last few minutes of class!" Just as she finished speaking, the bell rang. "See? I'm still alive." She walked out to her next class.


The moment she walked into her next class, she wished she hadn't. She took one look at the teacher and sprinted out of the room.

No. No! This can't be happening! She can't be here! It's not possible! I thought she was dead! Thoughts raced through Clary's head as she ran to the nearest courtyard. She can't show up now, after all these years! Today must be a Tuesday! That would explain everything…

Just then, a voice startled her out of her thoughts. "Hey there, Red. Didn't expect to run into you out here." Great timing, Goldilocks.

"Leave me the fuck alone." Is it really so much to ask for you to go away?

"Feisty. I like it. So tell me, Red, what exactly are you doing out here instead of in class?" He sounded like he was teasing her. Why would he even expect an answer?

"I could ask you the same thing. Now, why don't you just leave me the fuck alone and go fuck one of your whores? That's probably all you know how to do anyway." If Clary was trying to piss him off, she was doing a good job of it.

"Fine." He stormed back inside.

"Fine."


After the second block was over, she ran quickly to the cafeteria, which surprisingly wasn't that hard to find. Simon was already there waiting for her, along with a few other people that she assumed were his friends.

"Guys, this is Clary. She's new here. Clary, this is Maia, Jordan, and Magnus. You guys should get along great!" He said this in an overexcited voice that could almost be qualified as fangirling, making everyone laugh. "What? What'd I do?"

"Nothing... Nothing at all, Simon," the girl, Maia? said teasingly. "Come on, lets go get lunch." They all walked over to one of the lines to get their food, so Clary just went to sit at their table. Just then, a girl came bouncing over. She looked amazing, in a white long sleeved dress with black stiletto boots that went up past her thighs. Her make-up was perfectly applied, and she looked like the type of person that was always smiling. So, all in all, your typical fashion girl. The only difference was that she had a dangerous edge to her features, almost like she was daring you to start a fight.

"Hi, I'm Isabelle, but you can call me Izzy. I'm a friend of Simon's. I love your hair, but your outfit could use a little work." Cue a worried glance from Clary. "Oh, I'm sorry. I know I need to stop doing that, but I want to major in fashion so I need all the practice I can get. Anyways, I'm assuming you're new? Don't worry, I got your back."

Clary was a little disturbed at this point, but the girl seemed to be sincere... "Thanks... I think..." Still not sure if that should be taken as an insult or a compliment. "I could kinda use a minute to myself after last class..."

Izzy seemed concerned to hear that. "Why? What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just feeling a little sick. I should be okay in a minute though." Clary replied guiltily. Still, she told herself, you're not technically lying to her.

"Okay..." Izzy looked skeptical, but luckily Simon and the others got back to the table just then. Magnus and Izzy quickly began discussing fashion while Maia, Jordan, and Simon argued over whether Assassins Creed or Call Of Duty had better graphics. Unluckily for Clary, Simon looked at her and did a double take.

"Hey, why aren't you eating? You really shouldn't skip meals, you know." He sounded fairly concerned.

She hurried to come up with an explanation so as not to worry him. "I can't eat between certain times of the day or it makes me sick. I know it doesn't make much sense, but that's just how it works. Don't worry, I'll eat later." Simon didn't look happy with the explanation, but he accepted it for the time being. Just then, the bell rang.

"I hate to have to ask you this again, but how do you get to room 483? I'm still lost." Clary looked embarrassed to have to be shown around, but some arrogant asshole just decided to make things easier on her.

"Well, well, looks like I share the same class as a certain someone yet again. You sure you're not stalking me, Red?" Jace. Ugh.

"JONATHAN CHRISTOPHER LIGHTWOOD! YOU LEAVE HER ALONE THIS INSTANT!" Izzy shouted in his ear.

"Geez, sis, no need to get your panties in a twist. I'm just gonna show her to her next class. Unless, she desires more of my gorgeousness, of course." Here he turns to wink at Clary.

"Ugh! You're such a pig! Are you seriously related to this ass?"

"He's adopted."

"Oh, that makes sense." Clary said to herself. "Alright, I'll give it to you, if by 'it' you mean a fist to the face. How do you get to 483?"

"Ohh, you're in honors? That's almost impassible to get into. How'd you manage it?" Simon asked jealously.

"Fine. I'll show you the way, if you'll go out with me." Jace said smugly.

"Never." Clary turned off in the wrong direction and started walking.

"Where are you going exactly?"

"Room 483... Eventually, that is. I'm just going to wander around until I find it." She walked off, determined.

"Oh boy... What do we do now?" Simon whispered. "She won't let anyone help her now. Great job pissing her off, Goldilocks."