authors note; 'ello again everyone, hope y'all have been liking the previous chapters. This has been my first fanfic in over a year, I think. . . somethin' like that. My other one. . . yeah, not nearly as much fun to write. M'kay, so, now question and answer time. =]

magic nocturm; haha, got your name right this time. try not to bite all your nails off, then you might not have any left to bite if I end up leaving it on some huuuuge cliffy eventually. xD No, I'm not hinting at anything.

asheart; m'kay, basically what happened was that Simon like, picked her up in his arms, and spun her around, and at some point while he was doing that, he traded her off to Jace without her realising it, so that was her just kind of wondering how they managed it. If, of course, I'm referring to the correct point. I could be totally misreading what you were asking about.

livindncngdream; I wish that the series didn't have to end as well. -moment of silence- but, thanks for the complement, that made me smile. =]

Now, may the story begin, chapter five should be up within two hours. =]

Clary sat at her desk in school, her chin resting on the fake wood top, her hands in her lap, and her eyes totally not focused on the teacher. It had been two days since they'd gotten back from Alicante, and already, she'd noticed the differences between NYC and there. . . And, to top it off, she was bored. She'd grown so accustomed to it being summer, and hanging out at the Institute, and now. . . she neither could be at the institute, nor was it summer break. . . she had to go to school, but, at least she could still be around Simon when she wasn't locked in the building of knowledge.

"Clary. Clary. Clary. . . CLARISSA!" Clary squeaked slightly when she realised that it wasn't Jace talking, it was her History Teacher, Mr. McAdams. "Maybe you can focus a little more on catching up, seeing as you've already missed the first week of school, and get your head out of the clouds, Miss Fray." Clary looked up at the intimidating man who was standing in front of her desk now. After being around Shadowhunters, and demons, and Forsaken, and even her father and Sebastian, he was a lot less intimidating to her.

"I'm sorry, sir. . . I'll do my best to pay attention." She was giving him fair warning technically that she wasn't making any promises that it would actually happen, but. . . who knew, maybe it would. Glancing at the girl who sat in the desk next to her, she caught the page number and flipped quietly to the right page in her history book, she'd only dreamed off about three pages before, so it shouldn't be that much reading that night. . . she hoped.

When the bell rang, Mr. McAdams gave her a stern look, but didn't mention her daydreaming scene again. She tucked the text book into her black book bag and mumbled an embarrassed good-bye and then ducked out of the door. She wasn't surprised to find Simon standing next to the door, he was in her next class, after all.

"So how does it feel to be back in school after the summer you had?" He asked, he was looking at a spiral in his hands, it was angled up at him, so she couldn't see what he was reading.

"Unusual." Was her own laughing response. He looked up at her and rolled his eyes.

"I doubt Lawner would accept that as an answer. . . Look." He handed her the spiral, and she read what was written across the top line of the page. "How does it feel to be back in school after your summer?" Hm. . . That could be interesting.

"Here's what you could put, 'Strange, I'm still waiting for my science teacher to tell the class that today we're dissecting a vampire, yes, those do exist, and that its odd not to be able to get a call from your best friend saying that she would be late getting over there she has to go help kill a demon, despite the fact that she's not trained, thus making me worry, so, school is a relaxing change of scenery after my totally non-relaxing break.'" She was trying not to laugh as she said it, but Simon had lost it after the first part.

"How about I just put it feels boring after an action-packed break of kicking demon ass. I only died once, but the codes I put in made it very easy to come back to life."

Clary rolled her eyes and handed him back the spiral, the sad thing was, was the fact that no one would question him.

They were still debating on what he could put in his spiral by the time they walked into their next class, Spanish. It was a required class, otherwise, odds weren't in the classes favour. The teacher waved them towards any of the empty desks, so, naturally they headed over to two that were next to each other in the back of the room. Clary hated sitting in the front of the class, just hated it. If she could avoid it, she would, so, throughout all the years of school, she'd dragged Simon away into her little domain of the classroom, so often that he'd eventually given up and just walked to the back rather than the front.

Sitting down, Clary watched the stream of people walk into the class, some waved towards her and Simon, or embraced their friends that they'd gone a whole, half hour without seeing or texting, and then eventually found a desk, typical highschool classroom start.

Sra. Gonzales smiled warmly at her class when the bell rang, giving the stragelers a moment to find their seats before beginning.

"Hello everyone, welcome back. I trust you all did your homework?" She questioned, an easy smile on her tanned face as she looked around the class. "Ah, I see a few new faces, why don't you introduce yourselves and say the most interesting thing that happened over your break." It wasn't a question. Clary looked at Simon, cursing in her mind. Sra. Gonzales motioned for Clary to go first.

"I'm Clary Fray. . . I'm a Junior. . . and uh. . . I guess the most interesting thing that happened to me over the summer was. . ." She wondered whether or not it would be worth it saying she'd gotten a boyfriend, or whether or not she would just say that nothing of major interest had happened to her. . . "I moved. . ." She didn't really know what else to say that wouldn't require loads of explanation.

Sra. Gonzales nodded, clapping her hand in that enthusiastic way that some teachers could pull off. Motioning for Simon to go next, he stood up and looked around the class, "I'm Simon Lewis, I'm a Junior as well, and the most interesting thing that happened to me over the break was that my band finally settled on a name. Zesty Lemons." A few people who knew Simon and their band laughed and rolled their eyes, the name wouldn't last more than a week.

Sra. Gonzales nodded once more and clapped again, but this time turned and collected a pile of papers off her desk.

"Okay class, turn to page 305 in your books and do activity three. Try to do as much of it in Spanish as you can." Clary was glad that now the topic had gotten away from her and Simon's summer as she pulled the book out from under her desk and turned to the right page.

By the end of the day, Clary was exhausted, she could do weapons training for three hours straight, but, 6 hours at school and she just wanted to go to sleep. Waiting for Luke to come pick her up, she leaned against the school and just closed her eyes.

"Clary, you ready to go?" Luke was sitting in his truck next to the curb where she stood, opening her eyes, she shifted her book bag and pushed herself away from the wall, walking over to his old blue truck and pulled open the passenger side door. Looking down at the Chinese food that sat on the seat, she looked up at him,

"Delivery?" She asked, seeing as Luke and the pack ran a Chinese delivery service at times. He nodded, putting the car in gear after she'd shut the door and put on her seatbelt. She smiled, leaning back against her seat and looked out the window; only four more days until the Lightwoods were back. Only four more days.