Chapter 2

Alright so I couldn't resist because this story is all I've been able to think about, so here's a little more

Clary groaned as she heard the incessant beeping of her alarm clock go off. With a sigh Clary flung her blankets off of her and sat up. She sighed again as she turned off her alarm, stood up, and made her way to the bathroom that was adjoined to her room. After a warm shower Clary French braded her hair behind her back, there was little else she could do with her hair when she took a morning shower anyways.

Sitting on her bed Clary allowed everything that had happened the night before to come flooding to the surface of her mind.

"You're lucky young lady that the burn isn't worse than it is." The doctor said as he looked up from his clip board.

Clary gave a week smile that she hoped came across as sheepish. Her father had driven like a madman to the closest hospital even though Clary had managed to repeatedly tell him it was necessary. Once there a nurse had brought Clary to a back room and had Clary place her legs under a sink where she had sat for a good ten or fifteen minutes while cold water poured over her screaming skin. Then entire time asking taking Clary's vitals and asking her how she had received the burn. She was then brought to one of the check-up rooms and was asked the same questions as the doctor looked at her burned skin. He also gave her an ointment and some bandages

"Next time please be more careful." The doctor said as he looked at her intently.

"I'll try, thank you." Clary said in a passive voice not liking the way his eyes seemed to searching hers. To Clary's relief he nodded and left to go to his next patient.

Valentine didn't say anything until they were both inside and Clary was half way up the stairs to her room after making her father's lunch and doing the dishes.

"Clary," her father's voice had called after her softly, causing her to stop and look back down at him. He was wringing his hands and had a troubled look on his face. Clary smiled down at him and walked back down the stairs.

"It's alright, really." Clary hugged her dad and after seeing the troubled look ease a little went to her room.

With a sigh Clary looked at the angry red mark that was on the outside of her right calf muscle. Her right leg had gotten the worse of the water and the burn itself hadn't been as bad as she had first thought once the pain had gone away. Yes her skin was a little tender, but it wasn't too bad, she just wouldn't be able to wear skinny jeans for a little while. Tired of seeing the angry looking skin she grabbed the ointment and bandages off of her nightstand and dressed the wound as the doctor had told her to.

She then went to her closet and pulled on charcoal grey fitted V-neck, black lace layered skirt that sat at her waist with a white belt and came slightly below mid-thigh. Clary dug through her closet until she found her converse boots that came to her knees and put them on. Glancing at her clock Clary's eyes went wide and she grabbed her bag and went down stairs, pausing long enough only to grab her lunch and an apple to eat on the road. Locking the door behind her, Clary got into her silver Dodge Challenger with black racing stripes and sped off to school. The car had been one of her apology gifts from her father after he had had one of his rages. That's how things always went, Valentine would let his anger get the better of him, realize what he had done, and then give Clary something to make up for it. Over the past couple years Clary had been gifted with an iPod touch, an iPad, a Kindle Fire, a brand new lap top, her car, several new phones, shopping trips, and a couple vacations, along with a few other things. Clary knew it was her father's way of saying he was sorry, but she couldn't help but wish he would actually say those two words. Mostly because deep down inside Clary thought that once he actually did say it out loud then maybe, just maybe, her father wouldn't let his anger and grief get the better of him.

Once at school Clary found a parking spot and made her way into the school and to her locker. She had just enough time to switch out her homework for her books for her first two classes when the bell rang signaling the students to go to their first class of the day.

Clary slid into her desk and pulled out her history book and notebook. The late bell had just sounded when Mrs. Stark, the school's principal, stuck her head through the door. "Excuse me, Mr. Kent, could I please talk to you for a moment?"

Our teacher nodded and after raising his eyebrows at the class which initially meant 'I expect you to be on your best behavior', he followed the principal into the hall way. With a sigh Clary started to doodle at the top of her notes from yesterday.

"Class," the voice of the teacher caused Clary's hand to pause for a second before she quickly finished the last couple details to my drawing, "we have a new student today. I expect you to treat him with the utmost respect and help him to feel welcomed."

The door creaked open and Clary heard hushed tones from my classmates, curiosity getting the better of Clary she looked up and saw a tall black haired boy with startling blue eyes. He seemed a little embarrassed by the attention he was getting. After some prompting by our teacher her gave the class a shy smile and introduced himself as Alec Lightwood. Mr. Kent then directed him to an empty seat to her right.

Clary gave the new boy a smile as he sat down. "Hi, I'm Clary."

Alec looked at me and nodded with a small smile as Mr. Kent started going into the genius of the Ancient Egyptians when it came to architecture.

When the bell rang Clary asked Alec what his next class was and when he answered that it was physics she offered to show him the way since it was right across from her chemistry class. Alec paused for a second before nodding in compliance. When they separated Alec thanked her and Clary nodded as she walked into her next class and sat down by her friend Simon Lewis.

"Hey, Fray, what's happening?" Her friends asked as his pushed his glasses back up on his nose.

Clary shook her head at her friend but wasn't able to answer before the bell rang and their teacher started going over chemical bonds. They were about ten minutes into class when Mrs. Stark once again came into the room, this time with a boy in tow. Mr. Banner stopped writing a formula on the board as nodded at her to go on.

"This is Jace Lightwood. I expect you to welcome him as he is new to the school." Mrs. Stark said then turned to the chemistry teacher and nodded at him before leaving.

"Well, Mr. Lightwood," Mr. Banner told the golden haired boy, "please take the seat over there." He pointed to an empty spot close to the window and one row in front of Clary and Simon.

Clary couldn't help but stare at the golden boy as he walked to his assigned desk. Jace didn't look anything like Alec, whom Clary assumed had to be his brother seeing as Lightwood wasn't that common of a surname. Unlike his brother Jace had curly golden hair and golden eyes that seemed to dance. Even his skin was tanned and Clary couldn't not notice the muscle that his tight black shirt hugged and showed off. Only the sound of her teacher continuing the lesson was enough to force Clary to look up at the board.

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Clary closed sat down at the lunch table she always shared with her friends and pulled out the orange she had in her brown paper sack. She was so extremely glad that it was lunch time, she was starving and her morning classes had left her brain feeling like mush.

"So, Clary darling, have you seen the new kids?" Magnus questioned as he took a bite of out his sandwich.

"Yes, a blacked haired boy named Alec and a golden haired boy named Jace." She answered as she started to peel her orange.

"What do you think? That Jace boy is pretty attractive, but I'm a sucker for black hair and blue eyes." Magnus wagged his eyebrows at her and Clary couldn't help but laugh at her sparkly friend.

"Want me to introduce you two? Alec sits beside me in my first hour." Clary took a bite out of her orange as Simon sat down beside them.

"I think I'll manage, I want to nock that Lightwood boy off his feet," Magnus grinned.

"Alright, have it your way." Clary turned to Simon. "Hey, Si, did you get the rest of that last problem in Mrs. Richards's class?" Simon didn't respond as his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. Clary followed his line of sight along with Magnus and saw a tall black haired girl standing beside the two boys that had been part of her previous conversation.

"Simon, I do believe you are drooling." Magnus chuckled.

"Simon!" Clary pinched him when he still didn't respond.

"Ow! What was that for?" Simon exclaimed as he rubbed his arm.

"You were about to drowned us all with the amount of drool coming out of your mouth." Magnus teased.

Red started to spread across Simons face and neck and it took him a moment to get words out of his mouth. "I- I don't know what you mean."

"Yeah right, you were totally unclothing Isabelle Lightwood with your eyes right now." Magnus laughed.

"I- I was not!" Simon said disdainfully as he got even redder. "Besides, it's not like you weren't doing the same thing with her brothers."

"That's true, but it's to be expected of me."

Clary shook her head as her two friends continued to bicker back and forth. When she was done eating she excused herself and made her way to her locker just as the bell announced the end of lunch.

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Clary bit her lip to keep from crying out as yet another person kicked her in the leg. She loved soccer, she really did, but at the moment she was really starting to hate it. It almost seemed as if the people on the other team were kicking her in the right leg on purpose, even though Clary knew that wasn't the case. The real problem was the fact that any pressure on her burn made her leg feel like it was on fire all over again and if it hadn't been there she wouldn't have noticed rather or not she was being kicked.

She was relieved when Coach Wayne finally blew his whistle letting the students know to stop kicking the black and white ball around and to go and get changed for the last hour of the day. Clary jogged towards the gym with the other girls.

"Hey, Clary, wait up!" A voice called behind her. Clary stopped and waited until Isabelle Lightwood caught up to her.

"Hey." Coach had decided to pair the two of them up for warm ups and drills before they had started to play a game.

"You are really good at soccer." Isabelle said as they walked into the gym and headed towards the girls locker rooms.

"I'm mediocre at best, and I was kinda off my game today." Clary said lightly, she never really knew how to take praise when it came to sports. "But you were pretty good yourself."

Isabelle laughed a little, "Please, soccer is most definitely not my thing, but thank you. And if that was an off day I'd like to see you on a good day."

"Whatever," Clary smiled as she took her shoes off and grabbed her clothes and a towel as she headed to the shower to rinse off. Once behind the curtain to one of the three single showers she stripped out of her clothing let the warm water wash away the sweat from gym class. Quickly drying herself off she changed back into her regular clothes and made a mental note to stop by the bathroom to put more ointment on her burn. Throwing the towel into the clothes bin Clary but her gym clothes back into her bag and walked out of the gym with Isabelle as the bell rang.

After shoving her gym bag into her locker Clary grabbed her school bag and made her way to her art class as quickly as possible so she could ask Mrs. Barton if she could go to the restroom real quick. The art teacher nodded and Clary quickly made her way to the nearest bathroom. She could probably wait until she got home since it was only an hour but she had been putting it off and after the beating her poor leg had gotten after gym she didn't want to push it.

Clary had just turned the corner when she ran into someone and was on the floor, landing on her bad leg of course. Trying not to wince, she shifted so that she was sitting on her but.

"Crap, I'm sorry." The person she had run into said.

"Don't worry about it; I should have paid more attention." Clary waved off as she looked up. When she did she had to force herself to not gasp as she saw Isabelle's golden haired brother standing above her and offering her his hand. "Thank you," Clary said taking his hand as he helped her stand up.

"No problem." Jace said as he started to continue on his way.

Clary shook her head as she walked the last couple feet to where the door to the girls' bathroom was. After making sure no one was in the bathroom Clary took out fresh bandages and the ointment and took her boot off so she could redress her wound. She was just putting her boot back on when the door opened. Clary looked up and cursed under her breath as she quickly zipped the back of her boot up.

"Clary," Isabelle said as she gave Clary a quizzical look. Clary quickly threw away the old dressing and shoved the ointment back into her bag as she scolded herself.

"Isabelle," Clary said as she went to walk past her new friend, anxious to just get back to art class before she got in trouble. But before Clary could open the door Isabelle grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"What do you want?" Clary said lightly. "I really need to get back to class."

"What's wrong with your leg?"

"Nothing." Clary said and when the other girl didn't let her go she sighed. "I accidently burned myself okay?" Clary blushed, hoping it came across as being embarrassed and not the fact that she was ashamed.

Isabelle looked at Clary for a moment more before letting her go. "Alright," she shrugged.

Clary breathed a sigh of relief and quickly exited the bathroom before the girl changed her mind and wanted to ask more questions. Making a bee line to class, Clary sat down by Magnus and dropped her bag beneath her desk.

"Where have you been?" He asked as he continued to doodle in his sketchbook.

"Bathroom." Clary replied before she got out her own sketchbook from her bag.

Magnus didn't say anything else as he became absorbed in his artwork and Clary was secretly grateful. She wasn't in the mood to act carefree at the moment. She didn't know why, but Clary felt like she had just nearly dodged a bullet with Isabelle and she wasn't sure that is was over just yet.

Sorry this chapter is kind of slow. I promise things will start to pick up. I'd also like to voice that I am sorry if I accidently slipped into the wrong person at some point in time. It should all be in 3rd, but I have the bad habit of accidently switching over to 1st without meaning to. I think I caught all of my mistakes though. But I do hope you enjoyed it!