As Clary walked into her first class of her first day at Abbotsleigh, the choice that faced her was the most difficult one she'd had in weeks. Where to sit. Because of her talent, she'd been moved up to the junior art class, which meant that the people filing in to the room with her had known each other for two whole years and knew exactly where to sit.
She would have fit in rather well in her perfectly fitting, hand made uniform that looked just as good on her as it did all the other girls at the school, if it weren't for her unsureness and tendency to stare at the ground while she walked. Up close, the girls were just as beautiful as they had been from far away when Clary had observed them at her first time walking to the administration office. Their skin was flawless, their noses never out of shape, their eyebrows perfectly plucked, their hair glossy. She probably would have noticed the perfection of the students at this school earlier at dinner last night if she hadn't lost her appetite from all the nerves and homesickness and stayed in her room to settle in instead.
Finally, once most people were seated at desks that were shaped in a U formation, there were a group of three seats on the side closest to her that were empty. She slid onto an art stool quickly and started to unpack her art book and pencil case.
"Ahem," a boy's voice came from behind her and she spun around only to find herself staring at the same boy she'd met yesterday on the quad. "Who do you think you are?"
"Um, I'm Clary. Clary Fray. I think I saw you yesterday when you ran into the headmaster," Clary said, her good mood dropping when she realized that he didn't remember her.
"Yes, I know that," he waved a hand in the air. "I mean, who do you think you are to be sitting there? That's my seat. And as a matter of fact, are you even sure you're supposed to be in this class? The freshman level is two floors down, but the primary school is about ten miles from here, which is where you look like you should be," he raised an eyebrow in question.
"I got moved up a couple of years for this class," Clary shrugged and started to pack her utensils back up to move seats. Two junior girls had moved in to the seats next to her and were studying her closely so she got ready to moved to the spare seat on the other side of the classroom, opposite to where she was now.
"Ah, you must be pretty good then. Don't worry, as a congratulations I'll let you keep my seat. But this is the first and last time, understand?" He raised a finger in warning.
Clary nodded. "Got it."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get to repay me in one way or another," he smirked before sauntering off to the seat opposite her on the other side of the room, luckily for Clary or he would have seen the heat rise up to her cheeks.
For the rest of the lesson, which was disappointingly theory work, Clary couldn't help but notice out of the corner of her eye the looks Jace kept giving her. His eyes moved so fast, that when Clary turned her attention from the teacher to look at him, he was already looking somewhere else. Nearer the end of the lesson, she turned her head quickly to Jace and caught his eyes still on her. She smiled in triumph at him and he grinned back, mouthing 'you got me' and winking. That was the last time he looked at her for the rest of the class.
As the bell rang, Jace was already out of his seat and headed towards the door when the two girls sitting on either side of her spun out of their chairs to form a wall in front of Clary. One had olive skin and shiny, straight black hair. The other was taller with legs that went on for miles. She had tanned skin, blue eyes and blonde hair. They were both beautiful.
"Hey," The darker skinned girl smiled a smile of dazzling white teeth at Clary.
"Hi?" Clary said, and it came out as a question. Why were these girls talking to her? Had she smudged pencil on her face or something?
"I'm Aline Penhallow. My daddy owns an airline. This is Kaelie Whitewillow. Her parents own like, half of Hawaii and almost all of Fiji, you've probably heard of them," the girl gestured to the blonde beside her.
"Yeah, the name rings a bell," Clary lied. "I'm Clary Fray."
"Oh!" Kaelie's face lit up. "Like, of the Belle Cairns Frays'? The ones that own that vineyard company? I love that place! Your house is like, completely amazing! Ever since I saw it on your website, I've been begging Daddy to install a wall fountain just like yours in my bedroom, but he's worried I'll forget to turn the tap off when I'm filling it up and flood my whole room. It's happened before."
Clary laughed quietly. "Um, no actually. My mom's a lawyer in New York." That would have sounded impressive at any other school, but not here. Here, being a lawyer was like working at Wal-Mart.
Something clicked in Aline's mind and her eyes widened. "Oh my god, you're the new scholarship girl," she said it with disgust and looked at Kaelie, whose expression was one of horror.
"What's wrong, Aline? You scared that some of her intelligence and hard work will rub off on you?" a voice said from behind the two girls.
Clary hadn't even known that Jace was still in the otherwise empty room.
Aline took one look at him and her face softened into one of admiration, before understanding the insult and turning to her sidekick. "Kae, I just remembered that I left my Chanel wallet in my room and it has my lip gloss in it, come with?"
Kaelie nodded furiously and they both scurried out of the room in a hurry.
Clary scoffed and pulled her bag over her shoulder. "You'd think I just told them I was a mass murderer just released from jail," she said as she walked with Jace out of the classroom.
"To these girls, they're pretty much the same thing. People here believe that if you don't have money of your own, you must be out to steal all of theirs," Jace explained.
"And you don't?"
"I like to get to know someone before jumping to assumptions," he grinned as Clary blushed. "But just incase you are, don't bother looking in my room. I keep all my money on a credit card, which is in my wallet, which is in my pocket," he tapped his hand on the side of his trousers. "So unless you want to put your hands in my pants, you won't be getting lucky."
Clary made an incoherent sound, which made Jace think twice about what he'd just said.
"I swear I did not mean for that pun, although I wish I had," he smiled at himself proudly.
"Okay, well I'm going to go before you say anything else wildly inappropriate," Clary laughed as she headed towards the stairs and Jace headed into his next class.
He nodded and waved a goodbye. "Hey," he called as Clary had already taken another five steps. She turned to see him grinning devilishly. "The offer still stands, if you ever feel like getting lucky."
Clary screeched and spun on her heels, almost tripping and falling face first onto the next step as she felt her face go fifty shades of red.
Just a little chapter tonight, guys, sorry. I'm away until Sunday so there won't be any more updates except for maybe another little chapter, but please review! Your reviews keep me going because otherwise I have no idea if I should even continue or if you all think it's completely horrible. Seriously, it takes a few seconds and makes me feel 1000 times better. If you review from your account and not as a guest, I always make an effort to check your stories and review them too!
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