As I walk down the hallway, Izzy on my right, Jace on my left, everyone's staring. And I mean everyone. From popular people like Aline Penhallow, to lowlifes like Raphael Santiago. The attention of all girls is on Jace, jealousy clearly shining in their eyes. The attention of all boys is on Isabelle, lust apparent on their faces. Some girls are staring at me, the malice in their eyes burning through me.

"Hey, Tiny," Jace bends down to whisper to me. "Does everyone usually stare at you like this?"

"Uh, no," I whisper back. "It's not me, it's you and Izzy. You guys are serious attention grabbers."

"Huh," Jace returns to his normal posture.

We finally reach English class. Jace doesn't even try to make any other guy friends, like I expect him to. He immediately takes the seat next to me. I inch away slightly while he turns to his bag. Mr. Starkweather never comes in on time. He's always at least ten minutes late. I grab my iPod and plug in my earphones. The song Give It All by He is We comes on and I relax.

I've heard so many words
But I have no courage
Now we're saying goodbye
Don't want to miss you tonight
Oh, tell me it's not over now
I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn and see that it's Jace. He points to his phone and raises an eyebrow.

I can change your mind somehow

I nod and continue concentrating on the song and its lyrics.

I, I give it all
I trip and fall for you
And I hope you wouldn't mind
Just one more try for something new
I need you, I need you

Don't be shocked if I cry
You've changed me inside
I turned my back on you
You were the only reason I pulled through
I pulled through

Tell me it's not over now
I can change your mind somehow
My head feels so heavy
My heart is so empty

I feel someone's glare on me. I turn my head to the right and see Aline 2 desks back, glaring at me. I slowly raise my middle finger and mouth Fuck off. She looks shocked and offended as I smirk and turn back to my desk.

I, I give it all
I trip and fall
I trip and fall
I trip and fall
I, I give it all
I trip and fall for you
And I hope you wouldn't mind
Just one more try
Just one more try for something new
I need you
I need you

My song ends and I sigh deeply. I don't feel like listening to any other song so I wrap my earphones around my iPod and lean forwards. I put my elbows on the desk and my head in my hands. I glance over at Jace. His head is on the desk, his golden eyes not visible. He's not listening to music so I decide to talk to him.

"Why did you sit next to me today instead of trying to make friends with the jocks and whatever?" I blurt out. I immediately face-palm.

Jace's eyes are open and they're smiling. His mouth is spread in a slight smile.

"I want to get to know you better, Clary," he takes my hand under the table.

I'm about to reply when Mr. Starkweather comes through the door.

The day's over and I'm waiting for Izzy after-school. I'm just cleaning my stuff when I feel a looming presence by my side.

"Hey, Tiny."

I look up.

"Hey, Dickhead. What's up?"

"Kaelie and her friends invited me to this really big party tonight. They said that I could bring people. You wanna come? Alec's going as well, so is Sebastian-"

"Wait. Did you just say…Sebastian?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'd love to go, Jace."

"Cool. I'll pick you up at 7:00?"

"No! No, no. Izzy will want to get me ready so… I'll come over tonight. Just… let me call my parents."

"Alright. I'll see you there."

Jace turns around and walks away.

"You got invited?" Izzy asks me, sifting through her closet.

"Yeah. Come on. We need to get ready." I say this while beginning to stand up.

"Wait. We?" Izzy whips around, grinning at me like a maniac.

"I didn't tell you? I'm taking you."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Izzy squeals and hugs me really tightly.

"No problem, Iz. We should start getting ready."

When Izzy was done with me, I look completely different. Isabelle had applied my mascara so that it was noticeable, but not too much. My eyeliner is in a fashionable cat eye. My lips are deep red, much to my objection. My hair is twisted in an up-do, a bit of my hair hanging down on each side of my face. I'm wearing an emerald green skater dress that comes to my mid-thigh. To cover up my bruises, I'd used heaps of foundation all over my body. The cuts on my arm in the form of words couldn't be hidden so I traced over them in waterproof eyeliner. I made them look like tattoos. Artistic talents can really come in handy sometimes. My black ankle boots had golden studs on the sides and they gave me about 2 inches of height.

Izzy was wearing a high-waisted lavender dress that stopped just above her knees. Her dark hair was in a fishtail braid with flowers weaved between the braids. Her makeup was light for once. She was wearing nude lipstick and mascara. She'd only lined her waterline. She was wearing plain white flats.

"Wow," we both said as we looked at each other.

"You look so pretty, Izzy." When I say it, it's not a compliment, it's a fact.

"You look better. I look too innocent. You look… sexy." She growls when she says, 'sexy'.

I laugh. "Thanks, Iz. Let's go."

Isabelle hooks her arm through mine and she opens her door. The moment that we open the door, is the moment that someone else opens the door. I look up and my green eyes meet with golden ones.