Hey guys, thanks for all the reviews I have received. I apologise for the small delay, my sister came back from school camp and got us all sick. Here is the next chapter of Idris Academy and once again, thank for all your reviews, I feel very privileged.

Chapter Five: Worst First Kiss

Clary leant back on the counter, smiling to herself. Her smile widened as her fantasy became more lurid and it was only when Magnus managed to sidle up to her unknowingly and say

"You have a very perverted expression, Fray" that she woke up from it. She immediately busied herself tidying up the brochures, blushing and Magnus raised a carefully groomed eyebrow.

"Well...if you were to open the dictionary right now and look up reaction, there would be a picture of you right in the centre of the page".

"I was unaware' said Clary, looking at him, 'that you even considered the dictionary a worthwhile source to reference. I thought your whole world was governed by Vogue and Marie Clare".

Magnus winked and said

"I am much more than a pretty face".

Clary laughed tonelessly and said

"Do you want your pretty face damaged by my brilliant right hook?"

Magnus saw the approaching danger and said consolingly

"What's up Fray? Did Wayland or his bully boys pull another stunt again?"

Clary bit her lip, she hadn't told anyone about Jace kidnapping her before trying to bribe her to give up her declaration. She went to speak but then thought against it. She didn't need to come running to her friends every time some rich loser threw money at her or tried to buy her morals. Instead she said

"Not really' then she remembered the time she had spent with Simon and smiled to herself, 'today was a good day".

Magnus leant closer and said

"You seem kind of happy today. I detect a certain Simon Lewis monopolising your thoughts, dreams and desires".

Clary regained her composure and said

"I really don't know about him. He acts cold and quiet and most of his words are mono-syllabic. He doesn't stand up for anyone and spends most of his time hanging around the fire escape".

She bit her lip and then before Magnus could say anything said

"But he is kind even though he tries not to be. He doesn't agree with what Wayland and the others do. He is...different. And he likes ISABELLE" her tone ascending excitedly.

Magnus nodded vigorously and said

"Oh well, if he likes Isabelle, he is definitely a keeper".

Clary immediately glared at him and he raised his hands in defence

"I was being serious at the same time as I was being sarcastic. If he likes Isabelle, then I totally want to add him to my Facebook group. God, she is awesome".

Clary grinned and said

"I have just remembered why we are friends".

Magnus rubbed his temples and said

"I think you must have suffered brain trauma. So do you like him?"

Clary trying to deflect attention said

"Hey, hey, hey, what about you? And that guy who hit on you, the other day".

Magnus suddenly developed a dreamy look and said

"You guess?"

Clary and Camille said

"WHAT?"

Clary and Magnus jumped and Magnus said

"What are you doing here?"

Camille ignored his question and said

"Oh, my little boy is growing up so fast. And so young. God, youth these days are losing their innocence too fast".

Magnus said sardonically

"Despite my fabulousness, we didn't get "that" far".

Clary exhaled, relieved that Magnus was still taking his time. He had been hurt several times and she wanted him to pick the best possible people to have a relationship with. She just hadn't met the right person for him yet. He needed someone who balanced him out, quiet but intelligent, plain but not boring and would support Magnus in every possible way. Also it wouldn't hurt if he was attracted. Clary contemplated possible people that suited this criteria whilst Camille developed her dreamy look and said

"You kids, so innocent, so completely naïve to the world and its dangerous depths. How I envy that?"

Magnus said

"You realise you just completely contradicted yourself".

Camille ignoring him said

"Heed my warning. You must be careful when it comes to guys that either are too innocent or too knowing".

"Well, that certainly clears everything up" said Magnus.

"There was one guy I loved before, he was different. He had a sort of innocence about him, about the language of love, how people behaved, how you were suppose to conduct yourself in the world of love. And yet he was dangerous and worldly in other ways and this created a wedge between us. A man who acts tough and masculine may well be hiding a vulnerable and unhappy side to him. My lover was someone like that, brooding away, hiding his innocence from me and struggling with two emotional identities. He is in jail now".

She floated away into the back room and Clary and Magnus looked at each other.

"This was about guy number fourteen, right?"

Magnus nodded and said

"Let's just assume, if anything she says is the truth, that any man she picks is either mentally insane, criminally minded or downright homicidal".

He went to say something but someone outside the shop caught his eye. He said

"Well, well, well. Look who it is".

Clary turned and too her surprise, she saw Cecilia standing outside the window, looking in. She saw Clary and she smiled weakly.

Clary leant on the window as Cecilia looked at her shoes and Magnus and Cecilia pretended to redo the mannequin in the window to eavesdrop on their conversation. Cecilia swallowed and said

"I owe you an apology".

Clary had been half-expecting it the minute she saw Cecilia but she kept her face impassive. She was still hurting a little from the cold shoulder treatment Cecilia had given her. Cecilia looked down at her feet and said

"Though you helped me that one time, I treated you badly. You protected me and gave me friendship and I just screwed it up. Clary, I am sorry".

Clary shoved her hands in her pockets and said

"It doesn't matter".

"It DOES' said Cecilia impassioned, 'I want to say how truly sorry I am".

Clary said

"Like I said, it doesn't matter. At school, you'd better not approach me though, unless you want to be treated like the school's personal punching bag".

Cecilia opened her mouth and Clary cut over her.

"Look. I am not doing this because I am angry. I am doing this for your own good. If you wanna talk, give me a call. I don't think they have gone as far as to tap our phones yet. Okay?"

Cecilia bit her lip and said

"I am really sorry, okay?"

Clary said

"It's okay. Bullies are hard to stand up to and it took me a pretty long time to do it".

Cecilia finally nodded and said

"I will see you tomorrow, Clary".

She waved and Clary watched as she walked down the street. As she went back inside the shop, both Magnus and Camille looked at her with great disdain.

"Seriously Fray. You forgive someone who'd rather pretend not to know you when things go bad, even if you protected her butt. When did you becoming so..."

"Nice. Accepting. Understanding" offered Camille.

"I was going to say a pushover but your words are the better ones".

"Come on, guys' said Clary, 'if you went there, you'd both shake in your shoes. You would not to jack in order to save the skins of others. I was angry at her but then I realised that everybody would do the same. And she at least had the kindness to apologise. I have to be happy about that".

"Yeah well' said Magnus, 'you are the crazy one, everyone has always said that".

As she arrived at school the next day, she briefly looked for Cecilia but couldn't find her within the mix of people streaming out of class. Clary kept her eyes peeled for any signs of hate but as she passed, nobody paid her any attention. Not that she didn't keep her guard up and ready, even going as far as to raise her fists when someone bumped past her.

However as she approached her locker and nobody was hanging around it, none of her possessions had been thrown onto the ground and there wasn't a discriminatory word in sight, her apprehensive feeling started to dwindle a bit. She reached out for her locker lock slowly, twisting the numbers, every click making her jump.

Then as the lock unlocked, she inhaled deeply before pulling the lock off and opening the door. She stared at the empty space on the top shelf of her locker before exhaling, quite short of breath. She no longer had a white notice. She was completely and utterly free.

Clary turned around and the bell rang through the halls. She pulled her books out of her locker and started walking to class, almost bouncing on her toes. Her victimisation had finally stopped. A very small part of her wondered whether Simon had had anything to do with this but she refused to let herself believe it. As she walked down the hall, to her discomfort, Sebastian, Alec and Jace Wayland came around the corner, parting the adoring crowd and leaving awe in their wake.

Clary ducked her head, not wanting to antagonise them any further. However as she got close, Jace Wayland stopped and said

"Well, well, well. Clarissa. Enjoying your freedom at last?"

Clary stared at his with a raised eyebrow and said

"Oh was that you who took the notice down? Oh my gosh, I am ever so grateful. I shall have to record THAT in my diary".

Sebastian snorted and said

"Oh Wayland you crossed the line with that comment".

Jace said

"Verlac, if you spent the same amount of time practising your wit as you did harassing older women, you could have your own comedy show".

Sebastian's eyes had alighted onto his latest victim, a student teacher and he said

"Well, you'd better decide which one you want to devote your time too because both your wit and your love-life have absolutely nothing to recommend them".

He sauntered off, casually bumping into the student teacher, causing her to drop her books. Clary and Jace watched as he apologised to the blushing teacher and picked them, whispered something before shepherding her down the hall to her classroom. Clary turned back to the slightly pink Jace and said

"That was unnecessarily cruel".

Jace raised an eyebrow and said

"Yes but I would rather not have a love life than be desperate enough to take the quote "love thy enemy" seriously".

Clary couldn't help laughing and said

"What, you? When exactly have I implied that I "desperately" loved you; when I broke your nose or when I was kidnapped and insulted by your good self?"

Alec who had been ignoring the entire exchange, suddenly said

"Ah, so that's what happened".

"Shut up, Lightwood" hissed Jace and Alec rolled his eyes.

"Having a high opinion of yourself doesn't necessarily reflect everyone else's opinion".

Clary gazed at him and suddenly her inward reflection from last night came to mind. Alec Lightwood was the epitome of quietness, radiated intelligence (especially in his marks), was the straight man's role model in dress not too mention devastatingly attractive. Had she subconsciously been thinking of him when she had created the ideal boyfriend for Magnus? Well whatever she had been thinking, she knew she had to keep Magnus as far away as possible. On the off chance Alec was gay, by no means was he the person she wanted to ever go near Magnus. Before Alec could say anything else, Jace turned back to Clary and said

"So Clarissa, Simon was wondering whether you would like to come to a little homecoming dinner to celebrate the return of an old friend".

"Little?' said Alec, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and letting his hair fall over his eyes, 'there is no such thing as a little party to celebrate the arrival of Isabelle. Especially not in Simon's books".

Jace gazed at him before turning back to Clary and saying

"Isabelle is coming home. We wanted to celebrate her arrival and the entire year is invited. I am very surprised you weren't invited".

"So am I' said Clary, 'but sadly I don't have Internet so I can't receive words of wisdom from you let alone invitations".

Alec said

"Oh, that would explain why you don't know about..."

"ISABELLE" said Jace loudly and Clary jumped.

"I know who Isabelle is, you don't have to yell' she said before a thought occurred to her, 'and why am I invited?"

Jace laughed and said

"There isn't going to be tar and feathers or a beating in a remote location if that's what you are thinking. Just a party held at my place tomorrow. You know the way".

He and Alec walked off and Clary stood rooted to the spot, her brain not working properly. Simon, Isabelle, Jace, Alec, Cecilia, Simon, Isabelle, Jace, Simon, ISABELLE. What the heck was going on? Had she fallen into an alternative universe? She was going to a Shadowhunter party and Isabelle was going to be there. Heck yeah, she was so attending...What exactly was she going to wear?

The airport terminal was bustling, people crowding off planes, hurrying to their next destination, getting accosted by duty free salesmen. And at the centre of it all, Jace, Simon, Alec and Sebastian sat, waiting for the next plane to arrive in. Simon was fidgeting, playing with his mobile. Jace finally said

"Cool it man. In a minute, she is going to walk off that plane and see you, slowly walk towards you, a smile forming of her perfect face, graceful and elegant, unlike a certain redhead, and you are going to fall into each others arms, as if she had never gone away. Then after she pulls away, she will fall into the arms of the most attractive specimen she had ever seen. But she will only enjoy that slightly more than hugging you".

Simon rolled his eyes and said

"Soon your head won't fit through the door".

Jace shrugged and said

"It is a risk I shall have to take".

Alec was slouched in his seat, watching Sebastian passionately kissing an air-hostess a couple of metres away. Finally he turned to Jace and Simon and muttered something under his breath. A brown haired, blue eyed man passed, his body ripped beyond belief, he gazed at Alec and winked at him. Alec stiffened, his face registering with shock before he turned back to look at Sebastian kissing the hostess.

Jace said

"You should smile more...and stop fraternising with Clary".

Simon appeared not to hear him, checking his watch and Sebastian pulled away long enough to say

"Isabelle is late and Jace is jealous that Clary likes Simon more than Jace".

He then went back to what he was doing and Jace said

"I am not jealous".

"You are so" said Alec, 'otherwise why would you bother the friend?"

"Shut up guys" said Simon.

"I am not. But she received a white notice, which means that being nice to her isn't an option".

Alec said

"The white notice is getting so lame".

"HEY" said Jace and finally Simon said

"ISABELLE".

All four of them turned to see the raven haired beauty making her way through the crowd, her smile illuminating her face. Jace immediately noticed the tension drop out of Simon's shoulders, the way he relaxed as he stood up and waited for Isabelle to walk towards him. She saw Simon and waved and he suddenly walked towards her, throwing his arms around her. They embraced and Isabelle laughed and said

"I'm home".

Simon laughed in relief and she pulled away, looking at him.

"I haven't seen you in a while but you have grown up handsomely".

Simon grinned back at her and said

"I've been wanting to see you".

Isabelle said

"I felt the same way".

She reached back and hugged him again, pleased to see her childhood friend after so long. Simon went to embrace her again but she was pulling away and hugging Jace, Alec and Sebastian who had all stood up.

"Been doing good?" she asked Sebastian, who winked.

"And how is my lookalike twin" she said to Alec, who for once let himself be hugged.

Finally she got to Jace and said

"Are you too grown up for hugs, Wayland?"

"It's been a while" he grinned.

She hugged him before pulling away and said

"You look different. I wonder if something happened?"

"Nothing happened" Jace shrugged.

Sebastian said

"You have grown into quite the beauty. I can't believe the French let you get away".

"Or maybe I let them get away?" she said before turning back to Simon and said

"And what about you, do you have a girlfriend yet?"

Simon said

"No, I don't".

Isabelle smiled and said

"That's too bad. You would make a wonderful boyfriend".

Jace said

"Would you like me to take your luggage?"

"No need' she said, 'I can take it myself. Now let's go to this lovely party you are throwing me. I can't wait to meet all of your friends".

Clary felt her feeling of apprehension return as she stood outside the Wayland mansion, the lights burning from the window. She gazed down at her black dress, plain, simple and cheap and sighed. Hopefully she wasn't too underdressed. She made her way up the driveway, apprehension mixing with her excitement to see Simon and Isabelle. Maybe she could actually meet Isabelle? That was a dream of hers.

She reached the open doors and peered inside, her insides immediately turning to mush. The homecoming party was a full blown event. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceilings, white table cloths adorned with food and drink, girls wearing dresses made out of silk and ermine and tulle, men wearing Armani tuxes with buttonholes. They all looked like they belonged in a fairytale and Clary felt so underdressed that she could have worn a sack and it probably would have been considered exactly the same as her dress.

She stiffened her back and slowly made her way inside. As she walked into the bright lights, she could immediately feel disdainful gazes on her back. She tried focusing on the staircase ahead, trying not to bump into anyone. She wished she had stayed in and watched Gossip Girl with Magnus or even Deal or No Deal with her neighbours. It would be better than this humiliation.

She saw Jace look at her over the crowd before looking away. He had known about the dress code but refused to mention it. She saw Alec in the corner, Sebastian kissing someone again (did he ever do anything else?) but no Isabelle or Simon. She stood by the wall for ten minutes hoping something would happen but finally concluded defeat. Everyone had pretty much summed her up as a hopeless case and disregarded her. She started towards the door, maybe she would see the end of Gossip Girl when she got home but halfway there someone said

"CLARISSA FRAY. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?"

Clary turned and everybody stared, including Jace. Her face went red and she held onto her clutch tightly. The girl with two of her friends giggled and one of them said

"The dress code is meant to be abided by. Which means no hessian or cotton or generally sacks. Do commoners not understand the difference or even the basic dress etiquette?"

Everybody around her laughed and Clary took a step backwards trying to find an exit. Just let her leave. The girl continued

"Or did you actually think the Shadowhunters considered you high enough to completely disregard the proper rules of society? Oh dear, Clarissa, did you actually think you were worth something? Did you think you meant something to them? You thought maybe Jace Wayland or Simon Lewis would deign you worthy enough to sit with them?"

The girl picked up a water jug and said

"Maybe you could have least washed your outfit before you left home".

She jerked the jug towards Clary and before she could realise it, Clary was soaking wet, covered in water. She stood there dripping, her hair dangling down her face like straw. All around her people were laughing and Clary, humiliated beyond belief, turned, tears in her eyes. However before she could reach the exit, someone said

"Well, I happen to think Clarissa looks lovely".

Everyone turned and Isabelle, her raven hair twisted around her shoulders, her makeup illuminating her eyes, her dress ravishing, descended the staircase, Simon following her. Isabelle came towards Clary and said

"You are what I call unrealised potential. You are beautiful tonight Clarissa, no matter what you wear or how you look. Don't forget that".

She turned towards the girls, nobody laughing now and said

"And no matter what you wear, no matter how much you pay, you will never achieve the beauty you desire unless you actually show some HUMAN kindness".

The girl's face went red and Isabelle turned back to Clary. Clary's heart was beating quicker than ever, completely taken with Isabelle. She was so awesome, so kind. Then to her disbelief, Simon came up behind Isabelle and said

"She's right, you know. You look cute".

Cute was better than anything. She smiled sheepishly at Isabelle and Simon and Isabelle said

"Come on, Clarissa. Let me show you the gardens, they are beautiful at this time of year".

She turned and suddenly a voice ran out

"This is your homecoming party, Isabelle. Not a house sale".

Jace again. Why did the guy always spoil everything Clary thought to herself. Isabelle turned and said

"Nobody will miss me for ten minutes. Clarissa needs a chance to compose herself and I need a chance to calm down".

Jace said

"Clarissa can show herself around. You can stay here and talk to the guests".

Simon stepped forward and said

"I won't tolerate you talking to Isabelle like that".

Jace walked towards and said

"I have had enough of you. Talking with people who received the white notice, making them think that it doesn't mean something, treating your guests inappropriately. Acting like this is some game".

He raised his fist and slowly Clary realised he was going to punch Simon.

"NO" she screamed and as Jace stared thrusting his fist forward, Clary ran forward and pushed him away, awkwardly. They both fell sideways and for an instance, Clary was relieved Simon or Isabelle wouldn't get hurt. Then suddenly she had hit the floor, her back screaming with pain, her eyes screwed shut and her shoulders throbbing but there was something else. She slowly opened and realised what it was. She was lying on the floor, surrounded by hundreds of shocked party guests. And Jace Wayland was fallen on top of her. And they were kissing.