Clary's POV:
Jace, Izzy and I walked to art. We arrived a few minutes after the bell rang due to us getting lost. Of course we had all been too stubborn to admit it or ask for help but we managed to get to art eventually. We walked through the door, Jace and I hand-in-hand, and everyone turned to look at us. Some of the girls glared at me when they noticed Jace's hand in mine. Izzy strutted up to the teacher and handed them the note.
"New pupils. Please introduce yourselves." Izzy looked out at the class and smiled.
"I'm Isabelle Lightwood. This is my brother, Jace and his girlfriend, my best friend, Clary" I wondered when I became Izzy's best friend? Probably when I let her play dress up with me for hours whilst I zoned out. The teacher clapped her hands.
"Any questions for the new students?"
"Do you all live together?" Someone shouted.
"Yup," Jace said and squeezed my hand.
"Why did you move?"
"My dad got a new job!" Izzy said.
"Does Clary speak?" Someone else asked. I almost growled at them.
"I do speak but forgive me if I don't want to speak to you moronic low life," I said, bored. The teacher interrupted then, sending us to sit down.
"We will be moving on to scary paintings. You will each have to paint one of the most frightening things that had ever happened to you..." I zoned out whilst the teacher asked people about what they were going to paint. When it came to Izzy's turn I started to listen again.
"Well it was very traumatising and I haven't been able to go there since it happened. I lost a great deal of trust to-"
"What actually happened Isabelle?" The teacher asked.
"They didn't have the new Gucci shoes!" Izzy wailed and I burst out laughing.
"My god Izzy. Is that it?" Jace asked, trying to keep a straight face.
"But they were the new summer collection ones!" Izzy protested and the teacher interrupted.
"What about you Clary?"
"Me? I don't really know," I lied, not wanting to spill my secrets to the class. "Probably when Jace and I were attacked in a back alley." I said and Jace squeezed my hand.
"If I recall then you stopped your non speaking rule to scream my name when I was knocked out," Jace wiggled his eyebrows. A couple of people awwed. They thought it was cute.
"I could have taken them if I wasn't held back," I muttered.
"Please Clary? Really?" Jace asked.
"One word. Assassin." I said. Jace paled when he remembered that Sebastian had trained me to be an assassin. Some one cleared their throat and I looked at them.
"Sorry. I kinda forgot you were all here." I said and the teacher asked Jace about his experiences.
"The most scary thing? Probably when a waiter asked Clary out when we were on our first date" he said and looked at me. I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"The funny thing was when he found out I was with Jace and slammed his hand down on the table and a fork hit him in his face," I smirked at the memory.
Art passed quickly and soon it was time for gym. I remembered my first gym lesson at Idris and smirked. It was eventful to say the least. Boys ogling me hasn't been very fun. Izzy and I changed into our running shorts and tang tops before pulling on our trainers and heading out to the field.
The sun was shining, basking everything in a golden glow. Izzy and I met Jace outside the changing room. We were called over by the coach.
"I'm coach Pangborn. We will be doing basketball this term," he explained before sending us over to the pitch. I groaned.
"What's wrong Clare?" Izzy asked.
"I can throw a knife and strike someone through the heart from 50 yards away but I cannot throw a basketball to save my life." I told her and Izzy grinned.
"Me neither."
Gym passed with Izzy and me avoiding the balls and players by standing at the sidelines. Girls tried to flirt with Jace but he ignored them and boys flirted with Izzy and I. We ignored them too. The rest of the day passed until it was lunch. Izzy and I had met in the corridor and were walking towards the cafeteria where we had agreed to meet Jace. Neither of us were hungry so we looked around until we saw Jace's golden hair sitting at the table of jocks.
"Great, let's get this over with," both of us hated the jocks since they had grabbed Izzy and I's chest multiple times. We had slapped them and stalked off. To be truthful- I actually enjoyed being Izzy's best friend.
We walked over to Jace from behind him.
"Yo goldilocks," I yelled and he turned around.
"Clare-bear!" He grinned. "I was just telling the guys about how you beat up Raphael in the club when he leered at Izzy." The jocks were looking at me with more respect. I sat on Jace's lap and Izzy sat next to us.
"Did I snap his wrist?"
"No, you knocked him out!" Jace told me.
"That's right! I knocked Raphael out, snapped David's wrist, gave Charles concussion and broke Olivia's leg," I counted them off on my fingers. "Whoops," I smirked at the boys expressions. That's when I heard a deep voice
"You two are in my seat," I turned around to see a tall boy with white blonde hair and my green eyes. He had an ugly scar running down his left cheek.
"Do I know you?" We asked at the same time. Jace tightened his arms around me.
"Name?"
"Jonathan Morgernstern," he said, eyeing me up. I held back a gasp and stood up. My hand covered the scar and I stumbled back. Standing in front of me was a carbon copy of my father.
"Are you two having a moment?" Some one teased.
"Shut up!" We growled.
"I'm - I'm Clary Morgernstern," I told him as Emil came running up to Jonathan.
"Mate there's this new chic with your name- oh, hi Clary,"
Jonathan gapped at me and I at him. All of a sudden memories came flooding back at a speed that resembled water rushing out of a flood gate. Me and my brother playing football. Me and Jonathan getting stuck up a tree. Me and Jonathan. Jonathan and me. I gasped as Jonathan caught me in a hug.
"Little sister!" He crooned into my neck as I held back tears. How could I have forgotten about my brother?
"Clary?" Jace asked.
"Who's this?" Jonathan asked back.
"Oh, this is Jace, my boyfriend." I said and Jonathan growled.
"If you hurt her I will kill you. Last time I saw Clary she was running around in diapers and calling me 'Dondon," he said before pulling me around the table and pushing me into a seat the complete opposite side of the table from Jace.
"Guys, meet my little sister!" Jonathan announced, sitting by me.
"I thought she was dead!" Emil said. Jonathan shook his head.
"Apparently not,"
Au: And so the brother appears. I know I already put Jon in the story back in Idris but this is another Jonathan. Bare with me?