HELLO AGAIN MY BEAUTIFUL MANGOS!

I'm back with a new chapter! Yay! *fist-pump

If you guys can tell me whats so special about Clary's locker number, I will add Jace's-P.O.V in the next chapter. :3 Yes? No? Please review!

DISCLAIMER: I would love to, but I don't own any of the character. Especially Jace...okay, moving on. *awkwardly motions to story. Enjoy!

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A blast of cool air greets me as I step into the school. Kids shuffle around the wide halls with lockers traveling all the way down on both sides. Early Monday mornings = such enthusiastic students...not.

I reach my locker, number 394, with a few waves from students.

A few are friends, like bright eyed and dark haired Alec who was leaning against his own locker in his normal attire, jeans and a plain blue tee-shirt. Next to him was the always glittery and brightly dressed Magnus. Today he decided to dim down the bright color effect and go for a neon orange tee that matched his sneakers, sparkly black vest, and large zebra print pants that also had glitter on them. His hair, like usual, was spiked up with, yes, more glitter. What? I said he dimmed down the brightness...not the entire sparkly-ness of it.

I had also seen Maia, dark curls pulled up into a simple ponytail and was wearing her "lazy day" outfit, a.k.a- sweatpants and a tee-shirt. Walking with a hand in hers was Jordan, who was dress similarly to Alec but with a black shirt.

Izzy wasn't near her locker like usual. Probably getting tutored again. Well,...I think "tutored", with air quotes, fits better, seeing how her tutor is her boyfriend, Meliorn.

The rest were just other random students.

On the other hand, I had gotten a lot of glares, too. All from girls. I still grinned at them, feeling a little bit full of myself as I did so. None of them would even notice I was here if it wasn't for the fact that I was dating the co-captain of the football team, and probably the hottest guy in the entire school. Jace Lightwood.

I think of how everyone is jealous that this god-of-a-boy picked a petite, red head art guru instead of themselves.

'Well,' I think to myself, 'sucks to suck.'

Mentally, I punish myself for being so mean. While I start to grab the books for my first class, World History, the warning bell for class rings. I close my locker as two hands suddenly cover my eyes. Grinning, I make my way to turn around, but the hands tighten slightly and my captor speaks:

"You better stay away from him," The voice is soft, and...female. I was so sure it was Jace. My hear rate suddenly quickens. I know it's not Maia or Izzy. I could point out their voices anywhere. ", or someth-"

I spin around, the mysterious girl's grip breaking away from my face. "Or what?! Something bad-" I stop mid sentence only to see that there is no one behind me, or any where near me for a matter of fact.

Everyone must have cleared out once the bell rang, but I know I didn't imagine the hands, or the voice. I couldn't have...could I?

I set off to class. I can't be late for Mr. Quince's class. He was strict, and wasn't afraid to give detentions within a seconds notice. Weird thing was, no one was in the hall as I quickened my pace to the class. I jog through the open door and sit in my seat as the bell rings, completely oblivious to the intense brown eyes watching me the entire time.

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I head into the lunch room and take my normal seat at the same round table. I wait as Jace slides into the chair to my right after giving me a kiss on the cheek. A slight tingly sensations spreads through me body as his lips leave my skin. I smile, momentarily forgetting my encounter with the strange person.

I decided not to tell anyone about it, especially Jace. He would become way to protective, and I don't want him to think that it was all his fault. I mean, why would anyone else hate me enough to threaten me? Because Jace choose me.

Everyone else eventually filed into the lunch room and into their spots. They guys chatted about normal guy things: video games, player's stats, and last nights football game. The girl started talking about the new kid, Sebastian, who joined today. I just sat there eating my apple, thinking about today.

A soft voice came from my right. "Are you okay? You seem...distant." Jace says with a sly grin. "Well, more distant than usual."

"I'm fine." The look in Jace's golden eyes almost made me melt from their intensity. He didn't believe me. Not one bit. Well, I WAS a terrible liar... "I promise, Jace. I'm fine." I say again, the proceeding to giving him a small peck on the lips.

He grabs my hand, interlocking my small fingers between his larger and calloused, and we finish our lunch.

For awhile, I actually forget about the creepy person, and the warning, but it's short lived. Walking back to my locker by myself, I see a white note card peaking from the top crevice. I catch it as it flutters to the ground, and my heart speeds up as I read the note. In careful handwriting, it reads:

I told you to stay away.

But you get one more chance.

Or all Hell will break loose,

all on you.

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Ooh, Clary has a stalker...fun, fun, fun.

Sorry if it's not to good. I didn't want to leave you all hanging, so I just started writing. :)

I promise it will get better!

Please review! I would love to know that I'm actually writing because someone wants to read it.

P.S. TELL ME WHAT THE NUMBER 394 ON CLARY'S LOCKER IS SPECIAL, AND I SHALL DO PART OF THE NEXT CHAPTER IN JACE'S-P.O.V.

Love you all my Mangoes!

~shadowwarrior898