Jace's POV:
It was the first day back at school today. Izzy, Clary and I were now seniors.
"Izzy!" I yelled up the stairs, "We need to leave. NOW!" There was a thump and then
"Coming." Izzy ran down the stairs, followed by Clary. Izzy wore a grey sweater dress that came to her mid thighs, black tights and nude heels. Clary wore black jeans, a grey off the shoulder top tucked into them and a forest green zip hoodie over the top. She looked gorgeous. Wait, what? Get a grip Jace. Clary's hair was in a messy bun with segments hanging down around her face, framing it nicely. I sighed and went to get in my car. Izzy sat besides me and Clary slid quietly into the backseat. The journey was filled by Izzy's endless chatter. I had caught Clary's eyes in the mirror once or twice as well.
At school we got out and were immediately greeted by Izzy and I's friends. Clary stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with the sleeves off her jacket.
"Oh yeah, this is Clary," Izzy introduced her and Clary's eyes narrowed when everyone looked at her.
"Well hello there," Jon said seductively.
Clary's POV:
A boy with white blonde hair came up to me and slid his arm around me. I froze up with the contact
"Well hello there," he said in a voice that was trying and failing to sound seductive.
"Uh Jon mate, you might want to-" Jace started but I interrupted him by shoving Jon away. My vision started going blurry at the edges and I spun on my heel, heading towards the office. I collected my schedule and Izzy bounced up to me.
"Sorry about Jon. He's an idiot," she said and I smiled to show my understanding. Jace was the still the only one I could talk to without freezing up completely.
Izzy babbled away, comparing our schedules and leading me to our first class. The bell went whilst we were in the corridor. We entered the room about a minute later as the teacher was writing on the board. He was in mid sentence when he saw us.
"Ah miss Lightwood. There you are. Who's your friend?" I swore in my head as the teachers eyes bugged. It was Luke, my mums old friend. Also the guy she had cheated with on my dad. "Sit down girls."
Izzy pulled me to the back of the room and we were immediately surrounded by people. Girls chatting to Izzy, boys flirting with her and some people wondering who I was. I smirked and started doodling on my notebook. Luke droned on and I wrote down what he put on the board.
"Clary, what's the answer?" I jumped and looked up. Luke was looking at me expectantly. He didn't know I didn't talk. I shrugged at him, praying Izzy would come to my rescue. She didn't. "Clary, I know you can speak, you have a fully functioning tongue." Bullshit. I can't speak. I physically cannot speak infront of strangers.
"Clarissa!" Luke was getting angry and the class were looking at me expectantly. "Speak to me. Say anything!" I stood up and Izzy finally looked up from her phone, alerted by the sound of my chair. I fought of my urge to shake and cry relentlessly.
I shouldered my bag and stormed out. Luke followed me as well as the entire class by the sounds of it.
"Mr Garroway! She doesn't speak," Izzy told him quietly.
"Clarissa! Look at me and explain what has happened to you!" I glared at him, walked up to him and shoved a piece of paper into his chest. He took it and looked at it. He paled considerably. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! I had written. "Class dismissed," he muttered and ran off.
The rest of the class erupted with laughter, shouting, questions and curious glances. Izzy laced her arm through mine, apologising and telling everyone to shut up.
The rest of the day passed slowly with many questions about me and what I had said to Mr Garroway. It was all bearable and boring until it came to gym. Me, Izzy and a few of her friends, who I were considering friends already, made our way onto the field. We were about 20 meters away from the boys. The teacher was a bouncy woman called Miss Fairchild although everyone called her Charlotte. She blasted music out and put us in groups to make up a routine.
The boys were watching when we had to show the class what we had done. The music was Fuck love by Iggy Azalea. I was surprised when we were allowed that but oh well.
The music started and we were in a line. We shook our hips and linked arms. They then spun me forward with Izzy. We went back to back and rocked our hips together, our arms running through our hair. I heard wolf whistles from the boys as the rest of the girls did some other moves whilst circling me. Izzy joined them and I was on my own. I lent forward like I was leaning on a table and moved my hips. The rest of my body didn't move as I moved them to the left, the right and then in a circle As I span around. We all went into a line again and put our hands under our chins as we rippled forward and backwards. We each did a forward roll on the floor and jumped up. Most of the girls were on the cheer squad as they cartwheeled around before lifting me. I moved my hips side to side, aware of the attention, as the beat rose. I was held by one leg and thrown into the air, caught by the girls just as the music ended. There was a round of applause from the boys and girls.
I smiled and went to get changed. When Izzy and I were dressed we headed out and met Jace by his car.
"That was something alright," Jace grinned at me, commenting on my dancing skills. The Jon guy from earlier and a few other guys came up to us.
"Didn't know you could move like that," Jon purred in my ear and I held back sick.
"Clary's got shotgun," Jace called for me. I got in the front whilst Izzy and the guys got in the back. I gave Jace a small smile and he nodded back as we pulled out the parking lot. When we got home I did some homework and when I thought the boys had left I went down the kitchen in my Sebastian hunting gear.
It consisted of high wasted Jean shorts, a one shouldered white top that hugged my curves, tucked into the shorts, a leather jacket and converse. I let my hair down as I entered the kitchen and froze. The boys were still there, all sitting on the counters talking and joking. When they spotted me they fell silent. I rolled my eyes and headed to the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it all down before crushing the bottle and throwing it out.
"No way man, you live with hottie!" Jon yelled at Jace as he came in behind me.
"Shut up Jon. Are you going out?" He asked me and I nodded, checking for my phone and the knife and gun in my pocket with a pat of my hand. "Cool. Where?" He asked again and all the boys watched us. I shrugged and Jace swore. "Clary you're going to look for Sebastian aren't you!" SHIT! I shook my head but he saw through the lie. "Boys, we are going out with Clary. Get your jackets" I glared at him as the boys whooped and grabbed their jackets.