Alright, I am officially disappointed with myself. This story kinda sucks, I know :P I did some editing to try and improve it, but I don't know if it helped much.

For those of you who are still reading this, thank you for having so much faith in me!

Anyway, here's chapter 3!

Clary's first period was gym. She changed into her navy blue mini shorts and dark green T-shirt with the school's logo on the chest. Clary had never been a big fan of physical education; she didn't have very high stamina, and she wasn't very good at sports, either. Not to mention that sports bras, in her opinion, were highly uncomfortable, and made her small chest even more flat.

"Hey, I know you," said the girl on the bench beside her. They were both lacing up their white sneakers. "You sat next to me on my flight."

Clary's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, I did. That's such a coincidence."

"Indeed." She smiled. She had long brown hair, and blue-gray eyes; she was fairly pretty. "I'm Tessa, by the way."

"Clary. I guess we have gym together."

Tessa smiled and began pulling her hair into a high ponytail. "I guess so."

When they stood up, Clary realized how tall Tessa was beside her, though Clary was shorter than most people. Clary had hope, though, since her mother had looked like her when she was her age, and was now beautiful. Clary hoped she'd turn out the same.

"Hello, students," said the gym coach. "I'm Coach Meliorn. I will be your director in the art of physical education."

There was a snort from somewhere in the crowd of students in gym uniforms.

Coach Meliorn rolled his eyes. "Mr. Herondale, please."

Clary saw Tessa glance at the boy who'd snorted. Clary recognized him from lunch, but couldn't put a name to him.

"Today's focus," Coach Meliorn went on, "is football!"

"Football?" Whispered Tessa, sounding a bit confused.

"Soccer," whispered Clary.

Tessa ran side-by-side with the person with the football/soccer ball. She had never been very interested in sports, but playing them didn't bother her. She thought they were rather fun, actually.

The girl with the ball angled away from Tessa, extending her slender foot so Tessa tripped, causing her to knock down a boy as she fell on top of him

Coach Meliorn blew the whistle. "Gray! Herondale! Are you two alright?"

The boy smirked up at her. "Hell of a way to meet someone."

Tessa blushed. She rolled off of him and got up. "Sorry."

He was grinning at her. He had black hair and violet-blue eyes, and he was taller than Tessa, too, which was rare. "Don't worry about it. I'm Will."

She nodded and walked away, embarrassed that that was the way she'd met that boy. He was cute, and Tessa wished she could have made a better impression.

Clary came up to her. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Tessa said, "fine."

"You look a little... Flushed."

Tessa shook her head. "It's nothing."

Tessa stood under the hot water of the shower. It ran through her dark hair and spilled down her back. She closed her eyes and tried to forget that she was in the girls' locker room, surrounded by other people. The only privacy she had was a thin shower curtain.

The water suddenly turned ice-cold, and Tessa let out an 'eep'. She quickly shut off the water.

There was a stack of folded towels outside the curtain, and she grabbed one, wrapping it around herself.

She went to her locker and opened it, pulling on her undergarments, buttoned her top, and tucked it into her skirt. That's when a girl came up to her.

"You're Tessa Gray, right?" She asked. "Nate's sister?" The girl's blonde hair spilled down her shoulders. She was only her rather flashy undergarments.

"Yeah," said Tessa. "Who's asking?" She continued to get dressed, beginning to tie the ribbon around her collar.

"Jessie. Jessie Lovelace." She leaned against someone else's closed locker. "I suggest sitting with us at lunch. You don't want to be seen with those losers you sat with for breakfast."

Tessa paused and blinked. "Sorry?"

"You should count yourself lucky," she said, "Camille is being very generous by inviting you to sit with us. You are, after all, Nate's sister."

Tessa crossed her arms. "Why?"

Jessie looked at her as if she'd just said there were cows on the moon. "What do you mean 'why'?"

"Why am I 'lucky'? Is it an honor to sit with you?" Tessa's voice dripped with sarcasm. She couldn't stand girls like Jessie.

Jessie blinked. "... We're doing you a favor. Trust me on this one."

"Trust has to be earned," said Tessa flatly. "And I was going to sit with Nate, but I won't if he's sitting with people like you." Tessa turned her attention away from Jessie, and continued dressing.

Jessie scoffed and left.

"She's a piece of work," said Clary, sitting on the bench behind her and pulling on her knee socks.

"Tell me about it." Tessa scoffed.

"You know, they aren't all like her. In fact, there are very few like her. You should sit with us, like you were gonna."

Tessa shut her locker and sat beside her. "Alright," she said, "I'll give it a try."

Tessa had English for third period. She walked into the classroom and sat down towards the center and off to the right.

All the students were sitting now. The teacher cleared his throat at the front of the room. "Good morning, class."

There were murmured good mornings in return.

"I'm Mr. Scott. I will be your English teacher," he said. "Let's dive straight in, shall we?" He began to pace at the front of the room. "Who here has read-"

The classroom door opened and Tessa's eyes widened. It was the boy the fell on in gym.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Scott," he said, not actually sounding that sorry.

"It's quite alright, Mr. Herondale," said Mr. Scott, sounding exasperated. "You may take a seat."

He nodded and walked over to the empty seat behind her.

"Now," Mr. Scott clapped his hands together, "who here has read Pride and Prejudice?"

Tessa's hand went up.

Mr. Scott smiled. "Ah, it's good to see someone has good taste miss...?"

"Gray," she said.

"Miss Gray." He nodded. "You did read Pride and Prejudice for recreation, yes?"

Tessa nodded.

"And you, Mr. Herondale?"

Tessa looked over her shoulder.

The boy smirked. "I always read for recreation," he said. He looked at Tessa and she turned away, blushing slightly.

"The both of you may choose then," said Mr. Scott, "if you two wish to read it again. If you think you remember, that is."

Tessa felt like she was being watched, which made it hard to concentrate on Mr. Scott's words. She tried not to turn around, but couldn't help it. She glanced over her shoulder and sure enough, he was looking at her. He winked at her once they made eye contact, and Tessa quickly turned away again.

The bell rang and Tessa stood up, gathering her things.

"Hey," Tessa looked and Mr. Herondale was standing over her, grinning.

"Hello," she said.

"You were in my gym class," he remembered, a smirk dawning on his face.

Tessa blushed and looked away. She briskly walked out of the classroom, and he followed.

"Ignoring me again, are you?" He smirked. "That's rude."

Tessa got to her locker and opened it. "Sorry."

"I'm Will," he said. "I never got your name."

"Tessa." She put her books away and pulled out the ones for chemistry.

"Maybe you could sit with me at lunch," he said, "we could get to know each other."

The way he said it made Tessa think his intention may be to get her to make out with him under the bleachers, like some of the boys at her old school did to all the girls who were willing. "No thanks," she said, "I already have plans."

"That's too bad," he said. "Maybe some other time."

The bell rang again. "Bye," she said, then headed off to Chemistry.

Clary had chemistry as her second period. She walked into the classroom and went to the first empty desk she saw, setting her books down on the metal surface and flipped through the textbook. By the scorch marks on the table, Clary figured this would be an interesting Class.

Out of the corner of her eye, Clary saw someone sit in the seat next to her, and she glanced up.

It was Jace

"Hey," he said, giving her a charming smile.

"Hey."

"Clary, right?"

She nodded.

"I guess we're lab partners, then," he said.

What a coincidence that is was someone Clary knew. Hopefully he was more patient than her last lab partner- or partners. Clary had never been very good at chemestry, and her lab partners would always try to do everything themselves, or bark at her when she messed one tiny thing up.

"Okay, students," said the teacher from the front of the room. "I'm Mr. Branwell. You can call me Henry if you don't tell the other teachers." He winked. "Now. I'm going to teach you how to make stuff explode."

There were some whoops and applause, which made Clary laugh.

"This might end up being my favorite part of every day," said Jace, looking at her.

Clary tried not to, but she blushed.

Clary had Third period with Tessa, but she seemed not to notice. Clary watched, amused, as the guy behind her stared at her. Wasn't that the guy she crashed into in gym?

Clary had history with Jace, too. He sat next to her and they talked about class related topics, but she- surprisingly- had fun.

When it was finally time for lunch, Clary met up with Tessa in line. She was talking with a boy with brown hair and crooked glasses.

"Hey," said Tessa, giving Clary a friendly smile.

"Hey," said Clary. "How were your classes?"

"Hell."

Clary laughed.

"Clary, this is Simon." Tessa gestured to the boy.

He waved. "Hey."

"Hi," said Clary.

"Clary!" Isabelle ran up behind her. "Oh my god you'll never guess what..." She trailed off as she noticed Tessa and Simon.

"Isabelle, these are Tessa and Simon," said Clary. "Tessa, Simon, this is my roommate, Isabelle."

"Hi!" she looked at Tessa. "Oh! You're Tessa Gray, aren't you?"

Tessa nodded.

"Are you sitting with us at lunch?"

"She is," Clary chimed in.

"I hope Jessamine hasn't scared you away," said Isabelle, "she can be kind of..."

"Bad-tempered?" Simon suggested. "Catty? Hateful? Malicious? Malignant? Mean? Nasty? Overbearing? Venomous? Vicious? Vindictive? Wicked?"

Isabelle laughed. "I was going to say 'bitchy'. Simon, right?"

"That's me."

Isabelle smiled.

They got their food and headed over to the table they'd sat at at breakfast. Clary caught Jessie glaring at Tessa. She sat down where she sat that morning, and Tessa sat between her and Isabelle.

"I thought you said you had other plans," said Will to Tessa from across the table, a bit of a playful look on his face. "Canceled?"

"She had plans with me," said Nate. "Layoff, William."

Will chuckled.

"Tessie, glad you could make it," said Nate. "This is Jessie, Camille, Will, Jem..." He introduced Tessa to everyone, and Clary tried to pay closer attention than she did last time.

"How was your first day?" Asked Nate.

Tessa shrugged. "Good."

"Best part was gym," Will added, making Tessa blush.

Clary shot her a sympathetic look. Will was obviously teasing Tessa; he probably did that with most girls who thought he was attractive because he could.

Nate raised his eyebrows at Will, but he shook his head.

"So," said Jessie, "I guess you changed your mind then?"

Clary glanced at Tessa, who didn't answer. She was ignoring her. Clary thought that was a good idea, and might use it. It would probably be better to just ignore- was it Camille and Jessie- all together?

"Tessa, are you going to sign up for any sports?" Asked Nate.

Tessa shook her head. "Probably not."

"What do you like to do?" Asked the boy with silver hair, who looked curiously at Tessa. Clary had forgotten his name, but was pretty sure it started with a 'J'.

"Um... I like reading?" Tessa offered.

"... Reading?" Jessie said flatly.

"Just like Will!" Cecy chirped.

Jessie blinked. "Don't you guys like... I don't know, shopping?"

Tessa shrugged.

Camille whispered something to Jessie, and Jessie nodded.

"Guys," said Camille, "we should play spin the bottle after school."

There was some excitement from several people, but Clary's stomach tightened.

"You two, too," said Camille, looking at Tessa and Clary. There was a look of dangerously mischievous on her face that made Clary unconsciously lean back a bit.

"Um, no thanks," said Clary.

"Not for me," said Tessa.

Camille had an intrigued look on her face. "Come on. It'll be fun. I promise." She definitely sounded like she was up to something.

"Come on, Clary," said Isabelle. "For me? Please?"

Clary bit her bottom lip. "Um..."

"You, too, Tessa?" Said Cecy. "Please?" She clasped her hands together, begging.

"Okay," Clary gave in, then wished she hadn't.

"I can't, actually," said Tessa. "I have plans."

Camille gave her skeptical look. "With whom?"

"My friend."

"We're your friends, too," said Cecy, her eyes full of excitement. "Puh-leeze?"

"Maybe some other time."

Cecy made a pouty face.

Sixth period for Tessa was history with Mrs. Branwell. She sat down in a random seat, and spotted Isabelle on the other side of the room, talking to some boy. Next to Tessa- on her left- was one of the boys she sat near at lunch. He had silver hair and eyes. Tessa stared for a moment, wondering if it was dyed or natural.

He seemed to notice her staring, and looked at her. She quickly turned away. "You're Tessa Gray, right?" He said. "Nate's sister."

She turned back to him. "Yeah." It seemed that being Nate's sister made her very well known.

The boy smiled. "I'm James Carstairs, Jem to my friends."

Tessa smiled. "Is that what you want me to call you?"

"Yes, I would like that."

The teacher walked into the room. "History," she said, "is new to me. I taught maths last year. I'm Mrs. Branwell, Hello."

A murmured hello came from the classroom.

"Let's start with ancient Greece..."

"What do you have now?" Jem asked once they were in the hallway.

Tessa looked at her schedule. "I have science for seventh."

Jem brightened. "So do I. Walk with me?"

Tessa smiled and nodded.

"I heard you say you liked reading," he said as they began walking. "What kinds of books do you like reading?"

"All kinds," said Tessa. "A Tale of Two Cities, Jane Eyre, Vathek, Wuthering Heights. I like lots."

He smiled. "You like classics," he observed.

"Yeah." They walked into the science classroom. The teacher sat at his desk in the front of the room and was looking at an open binder.

"Will you sit with me?"

"Sure." Tessa was glad there was someone being friendly here.

The teacher wrote "Mr. Fell" on the black board. "Good afternoon, class."

Tessa saw Clary at the opposite side of the room, towards the front. Jonathan, her brother, sat towards the back.

"Who can tell me what the difference between anaphase and prophase?"

Clary copied what was written on the blackboard in French class.

nager, natation, nagé. manger, mangé...

"Don't pretend you didn't notice," said one of the boys who sat in front of her, "that she's pretty."

"You think Tessa's pretty?" Said the other boy.

Clary looked up. One of the boys had silvery hair, and the other had black hair.

"I do," said the one with silver hair. "And so do you."

The bell rang. Finally, Clary thought, first day done.

Oh god, this is awful! I literally cut out the second half of the chapter because it needs to be rewritten or seriously edited. AWFUL!

Everyone, please feel free to tell me if you think it's awful. I'm considering taking this down, because seriously, THIS STORY IS POINTLESS! Do you guys think I should continue with it?

If so, what should happen during spin the bottle? I've already written it, but, as I said, it's awful, and needs to be rewritten.

Thanks guys!

Wisterian Princess