Wow, I got this chapter up pretty quick. Thank you all again for the follows, favorites and reviews! To answer a question that I got about the story:
For now, Clary's parents will be somewhat background characters. However, Luke and Jocelyn (and Valentine) will all end up playing bigger roles as the story develops. As for the mansion... I don't know, I like to go big. As Clary mentioned, I got a loan?
Anyways, if you do have any questions about the story, feel free to ask in the comments. :) Here is chapter three, enjoy!
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Third period came along quickly - almost too quick - and Simon and I had already headed our separate ways. I walked to Room 102, where the Chemistry room with Mrs. Dotson was supposed to be. I held my hands around the straps of my backpack, completely nervous if you ask me, when the golden boy from first period appears beside me.
"Hey, where are you headed?" He inquires, smiling brightly at me.
"Um, well.. Chemistry with Mrs. Dotson," I reply shyly. Dammit, quit blushing.
"Well you are in luck my friend, because I just so happen to have that class as well. Follow me." Golden Boy guides me to the classroom, and I think I'm starting to like him. He seems nice enough.
"Thank you," I express, following him down the hall. An awkward silence hangs between us and boy did I wish it would just go away. The bell rang just a minute before we entered the classroom, and I mentally groaned. Hey, I have an excuse. This school is huge. Mrs. Dotson is giving us a "where the hell have you two been?" look, and Jace just has a smug smirk on his face that I really would like to slap.
"Hello, Mrs. Dotson, I was just helping Clary here to this class," He tells the teacher with a bit of an arrogant tone, which surely drops my liking of him from a five to a two. Does he act this way all the time, writer? Can you make him nicer? (And interested in me, because I definitely do not have a chance, but boy is he cute.)
"Well, Mr. Wayland, if you're tardy again, I am not going to allow you to use the transfer as an excuse," She tells him sternly. Does he use girls? I don't know, stop making assumptions, Clary.
"You got it, boss." He fakes a salute and sits down at a chair in the middle row. Sadly, the only seat available is next to him. Sigh. I walk to my seat, sinking into it, only to find him smiling at me.
"You're lucky," He begins. "You get to sit by me." I scowl - actually scowl - and he puts his hand to his heart as if I've offended him somehow. Great, now that two is a straight zero.
"Why, Little Red, what's the scowl for?" Oh, that was it.
"Don't you ever call me that. Got it?"
"Oh… you got it, Carrot." Oh my god, I really don't like him. Can we change the school, or are we too far into the story?
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"So, how's your day going so far, Clary?" Simon asks as he sits next to me at the lunch table I'm currently sitting at with Isabelle Lightwood, her intimidating brother Alec and his interesting boyfriend, Magnus Bane.
"It's been weird, I guess. I met a really imperious guy. I mean, he seemed pretty okay at first, and then he called me Little Red, and when I kindly told him not to," Haha, kindly. "He replied with, 'Got it, Carrot.'"
"Well he sounds just peachy," Simon replied sarcastically, digging into his ham sandwich. I chuckled, ruffling his hair for the second time that day.
"Who are you talking about?" Isabelle chimes in, raising an eyebrow, sitting across from me. She really was captivating, I was actually jealous almost.
"Um… I actually don't really know, he never said his name. If it helps, he's got golden hair with eyes to match," and it's really annoying how perfect he is. I didn't say that out loud, of course.
"That actually helps a lot. His name is Jace Wayland, my extremely cocky and annoying adoptive brother." Isabelle griped, but she had a small smile on her face.
"Oh, Isabelle, I am terribly sorry."
"Oh, don't apologize, Clary. Jace is actually a pretty cool guy once you get to know him, he can just be a little arrogant at times. Too much for his own good." She replies sweetly. I'd almost forgotten that Alec and Magnus were there, too until Magnus finally spoke up.
"Well - from my point of view - it seems Jace might have a thing for you. After all, you've already earned yourself a nickname."
"Yes, but that nickname is carrot. It's offensive," I remind Magnus.
"Oh, give him a break, Clary," Alec interrupted. It was the first time I'd heard his voice and I was startled, "Jace always picks on the new kids." Alec was a nice guy, with shaggy jet black hair and ice blue eyes. Isabelle looked a lot like him - they could almost be twins. His boyfriend Magnus, however, was quite the opposite. He had dark black hair that was currently spiked up with blue sparkles at the ends. His eyes gave me a cat-like feeling, and were extremely captivating. Magnus was a bit of a darker tone, while Alec was pale.
"And why exactly does Jace make fun of the new kids?" I inquire, watching Alec with my eyes squinted dubiously.
"Well let's see. He's a jock, and that's what jocks do. Simple as that." Alec replied cooly, taking a bite of his salad. I felt the urge to slap the bowl out of his hand.
"Well my brother is new, and yet nobody seems to be making fun of him." I pointed out, eyes still on Alec. Simon shifted awkwardly beside me, and I gave his leg a reassuring pat.
"Because your brother literally fits right in with that crowd. They wouldn't make fun of one of their own, that's for sure." Magnus chimes in, peeling an orange with very concentrated and careful movements. Isabelle just waves everyone off.
"Don't pay attention to them, Clary," she says. "They're both off in their own little world where jocks are jerks - even if they're somewhat family." She turned her head and gave them both a look, to which they only shrugged.
"I can see that," I laugh softly, glancing down at the school food in front of me. Whose idea was it to make school lunch miserable? Because it was a terrible idea. "Will do."
"So - change of topic - I'm inviting a few others over tonight for a slumber party. Would you like to join us? I figured it'd be a good way for you to meet some new people."
"I would love to," I grin. Score. I'm going places. "What time?"
"Well… just come over at 4:30. Here," Isabelle scrawls her number on my palm, licking her lower lip as she does so. "I'll text you the address."
"I'll see," I tell her with a smile. "I'm sure Jon will let me go. I don't see why not." I felt an excited tingle run down my spine. Walking through those doors this morning, I thought I would be spending my entire Junior year cooped up in a small house with my obnoxious older brother and going to the library with Simon. But no! I, Clarissa Fray, actually made friends. Yes, I'm pretty astounded by the news, too. Believe me, I know how hard it is in this big ass world to meet new people, and especially harder to actually make friends with them.. But I actually went to New York of all places, walked through those doors, and got people to like me somehow. And no, I am not lying, this is actually happening. I'm having a little trouble believing it, myself.
"That's great! And Simon, you are more than welcome to come and stay for some of it, you just can't… stay the night." She blushes, and I narrow my eyes at the raven-haired girl. I can tell when someone is crushing on my friend - hard at that - and this was no different.
"Uh, yeah- yeah, sure, I'll think about it." Simon replies. When I look over towards him, I see that he, too - is blushing. Oh god, he was redder than a rose. Maybe… lighten the cheeks a little, author? (I know, fourth wall breaks. They're great.) I needed to find a way to get them together. So far, I trusted Isabelle, and Simon needed someone like her. Hmm… let my Matchmaker life at Brooklyn High begin. Watch out, folks, Clary Fray is officially in the house.