Hey, everyone! Thanks to those of you who reviewed. I enjoyed hearing feedback. And honestly, I've been going through very personal things as of last night, and I honestly haven't felt this upset in months.. Just when I thought I was getting better. Well, I hope my horrible mood doesn't reflect on this chapter. Reviews are very welcomed, and I will say that a thousand times!

CPOV:

I wasn't really sure what I was doing, nor did I know why I was doing it, but something had just come over me. I was twisting through the crowded hallways following that flash of golden hair wherever it went. I was completely ignoring my schedule, which was very unlike me. I wasn't a major nerd or anything, but I wasn't a carefree idiot either. I was caught somewhere in between, and I was perfectly fine with that.

I twirled my hair around my right index finger and chewed on my lower lip. I know what you're thinking—I was a stalker. But I assure you, these honestly weren't my intentions. Strange things had happened to me in just this past week, and I was becoming paranoid. What if someone came into my house last night? But it's rather odd, because I was on the third floor of that building, and it looks fairly difficult to climb all that way. All I knew was that someone who was in my room had blonde hair, golden hair.

In my tangled thoughts, much like my tangled hair, I ran into wall. Or was that a person? I looked up and was met with liquid gold eyes. They were harsh and sharp, which frightened me deeply. His shoulders were very square, and through his t-shirt I could see the definition of beautiful muscles. His skin was seemingly golden, matching his hair and eyes. This boy smelled of sunshine and warm spring days that I longed for. His brows were furrowed, which would've been attractive had he not seemed so angry.

"Um, I-I'm really sorry," I stuttered. Curse myself for my shyness.

"Watch where you're going," he spat venomously.

"O-okay."

I gulped as I watched him turn and continue walking.

Sunshine boy.

No, golden boy.

That's exactly what he was. I sighed and clutched my bag tightly. I finally looked at my schedule and realized my class was on the second floor. Thankfully stairs were just in front of me, beckoning me to use them. There was nearly no one in the hallways. I guess I'd been standing there for quite a while.
I quickly hurried up the stone stairs and turned corners frantically to get to my classroom. The bell rang and I had at least another minute to find my room. As I neared the class, I let out a shaky sigh and opened the door.

This is one of the many things I hate about being late; everyone stares at you as you walk in. It's very scary for someone who's not very outgoing. My brows furrowed and I made my way to the only empty desk. The class was snickering, probably because they'd never seen me before. I pursed my lips as all eyes were on me. As I sat down, I quickly scanned the classroom. Golden boy was here. He was sitting in a desk across the room surrounded by girls with lovesick puppy dog eyes. They stared at him hungrily, in lust.

I stifled sympathetic laugh. Sure, he was gorgeous, but none of that matters when one has a rotten attitude. Of course I would still enjoy staring at him, considering his beauty. I looked down and heaved what seemed like the ninetieth sigh of that morning. My teacher was peering peculiarly at me over her small round glasses. She cleared her throat and moved to stand in front of her large, wooden desk.

"Good morning, class. I'm glad to see most all of you make it here on time," she announced, eyeing me, "Anyway, I'm Ms. Hendrickson. If any of you have taken a look at your schedule, which I highly doubt, I will be teaching AP Senior English. You will soon be assigned a book that I expect all of you to read by this next week. Are we understood?"

The class mumbled replies while others simply groaned. I, for one, was actually disappointed as well. It was baffled me how I was in these sort of classes. Casually, I pulled out my weathered-down sketch book and flipped to my most recent page. It was a simple drawing of a woodsy area I loved to visit back in my old city. I continued to perform touch-ups just someone spoke to my left.

"That's a pretty realistic drawing there, Clary," spoke a familiar voice.

I looked up to meet brown eyes; Simon. I smiled warmly, and blushed just a little bit. It's not that he made me nervous or gave me butterflies or anything, it just automatically happens whenever someone compliments me. It's one of my many flaws.

"Thanks, Simon. I've been working on it for a while," I told him.

"I can tell. It's actually beautiful, a lot like someone I know," he said with a faint smile playing about his lips.

"Okay, lovebird. No need to get all mushy on me."

"Sorry. It's just really good and—"

"Mr. Lewis?" Ms. Hendrickson interrupted.

I looked to Simon who turned scarlet, clearly not liking the attention. I smiled wholeheartedly at this.

"And you are, Miss?" The teacher prodded.

"Clary," I said plainly.

"It says your full name here is… Ah, Clarissa Fray. You're starting off on a, uh, let's say… lovely start. Perhaps you two need to be separated? Jonathan Wayland—take Mr. Lewis' seat, will you?"

Who was Jonathan? I felt my brows furrow naturally as I looked for the boy. When golden boy stood up, a wave of shock crashed into me. His name couldn't be Jonathan, could it? My hand dropped the pencil and immediately clutched the side of the desk. I pursed my lips as Simon and Jonathan switched seats. Jonathan threw his stuff onto the floor next to me. This made me flinch and clench my hands further. He threw me a sideways glance. I peered at him, almost scared. He smirked and turned away.

At that moment, I decided that being shy wasn't going to earn me any respect. So with this, I stuck out my hand.

"Hi, I'm Clary," I said with a slight smile.

"I heard," he said without even looking at my hand.

"Y'know, you could be a little more civilized and shake my hand, or maybe introduce yourself?"

At my comment, he smiled shaking his head softly from side to side.

"It's Jace," he said.

I pondered this for a moment. How in the world did you get Jace from Jonathan? Jonathan… Jace… Nope, they just don't sound alike.

"How'd you get that name?"

"Does it really matter?"

"I suppose it doesn't," I muttered.

I give up. Golden boy was more of a hard ass than I'd ever thought.

Sorry it's short. Kind of a filler chapter to introduce you to golden boy. ;)