Okay. I've decided to continue the story. Though I forgot about it for a while. So its been skipped forward a bit.

Chapter 3: Idris High

"Hey, Clary!" A feminine voice shouted in the hallway of Idris High.

I went red as my fiery hair with embarrassment as heads turned in my direction. But I managed to keep my chin up and turn around towards the voice in the hallway, feeling a surge of annoyance for the nosey teenage Shadowhunters walking up and down past me.

I couldn't help glaring at Isabelle Lightwood as she jogged up towards me.

I stared in astonishment at her six inch heels.

How the hell could she jog in those things?!

She grinned at me.

"Why in the name of the Angel are you calling me in front of at least a hundred students?" I demanded, fighting the urge to grab her by the shoulders and give her a hard shake.

She still managed to maintain the grin even though I was giving her a death glare.

"We have training first thing this morning. Apparently Mr Whitewillow is going to a meeting later, but he's putting us with different partners," Izzy told me.

I rolled my eyes at her. "So? I'll probably beat them anyway," I said.

"What if I'm partnered with your brother?!" She asked.

I widened my eyes and put a hand over my heart in mock surprise. "Oh my God! Don't tell me your falling for my brother. Kill me now!"

She glared at me in anger. Some people would of shut up immediately if she gave them that death glare, but I only took it as an opportunity to taunt her more.

"So when's the wedding?" I asked.

"Clary!" She hissed, as we walked towards the training gym.

"Yes, Isabelle?" I asked, as I faked innocence.

"Alright, class, I'm pairing you up with different people today, and there will be no changes, whether you like your partner or not," Mr Whitewillow's voice boomed across the rather large training room.

I zoned out for most of the list of names.

There were beams where you could practice your flips on the ceiling. There was mats covering most of the floor. And there were punching backs lining one half of a wall, the other half laid out with weapons and steles. On the opposite wall were dummies and targets for archery and practising on throwing a dagger.

"Clarrissa Morgenstern and Jace Lightwood," Mr Whitewillow called.

Jace walked towards me.

"Hello, Red," Jace said with his signature smirk.

I scoffed at the nickname. "Hello, Lightworm."

"Careful there, I don't think Izzy will be too happy with you insulting her family's surname," he said with that smirk on his face.

"You two! Hand to hand combat for ten minutes! " Mr Whitewillow bellowed at us.

This is gonna be fun! I thought.

I caught Sebastian looking at us with a bit of jealousy.

Probably annoyed because he wanted to be partnered with me.

Suddenly I was on the floor, and I realised that while I'd been looking at Sebastian, Jace had taken this opportunity to kick me out from under my legs.

I lay on the floor for a couple seconds. then tumbled backward and landed in a crouch.

Jace threw a punch towards my stomach, but I lifted my knee to block it, then I kicked him in the chest and he flew backwards, falling on his back.

I wasn't really in the mood for training today, since Valentine had hit me a couple times across the back and stomach, so they were still sore even though I'd put iratzes on them earlier.

Jace was on his fert within seconds, and he swung his fist at me. I ducked, but suddenly he grabbed my right arm and pinned it behind my back.

I felt my back slam against his chest.

I blushed at how close we were, but I stomped my boot on his left foot, knowing he was a leftie, and as he hopped away I slammed my palm into his collarbone, sending him sprawling on the floor.

"I win!" I said proudly.

He smirked on the floor.

I reached my hand out and pulled him up.

"Class is over," Mr Whitewillow called out.

"Good fight," I said.

He nodded, and I felt arms wrap around my waist.

For a second a felt a bit annoyed, but relaxed in Sebastian's arms.

I watched as Jace left the training room, then turned towards Sebastian.

I pecked him on the lips.

"See you at lunch," I said, then skipped away, laughing at his disappointed expression.

xXx

Sebastian walked out of his English class and found Casey waiting for him at the door. She jerked her head toward the spare private bathroom.

He followed.

"What if Clary finds out?" He asked as he entered the bathroom.

"I don't care about that bitch! If she finds out, then so be it," Casey told him, a seductive grin on her face.

She dropped her backpack and smashed her lips against his.

Just thought I'd put a twist near the end ofbthis chapter.

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