Clary was on her motorcycle, talking to her mom on the phone.
"I want you to be safe," She said, "and safe is not NYC. Clary, please come home."
"MUM. Jonathan is here with me; I'll be fine! I mean, a brother will look out for his sister, it's common logic. I'll go over to his house after school." Clary replied, looking up to see if the light had turned green. It had.
She zoomed off, barely missing a red Porsche. The driver gave her the finger and Clary chuckled.
"Mum, I'm driving, and you know what they say, no talking while driving. Bye!" Clary quickly hung up, grateful for the quick excuse she had come up with. As she drove into the school's parking lot, she looked at the familiar sign they had.
'The Institute of Higher Responsibilities' It read, as always. There was new graffiti on it, plus the occasional 'I love Jace.' As Clary parked, the red Porsche from before came up.
"Get that thing out, Red. You're motorcycle's in my spot" Clary glared at the blond in the front seat. She couldn't tell who it was, but once she figured it out, she would make his life a living hell.
"Why don't you fucking get out of that car and come fight me for the spot!" Clary snarled at him. The girl in the car giggled, her black hair swinging.
The blond boy came out and handed his sunglasses to the black-haired girl. Clary hid her gasp of surprise. Jace Lightwood, so the girl in the car must be Isabelle.
"Okay, I'll fight you." Jace smiled, his eyes twinkling.
"I forgot, that's what gets you hot and bothered. Girls fighting." Isabelle called from the car, getting a laugh from the gathering crowd.
As Jace walked forward, Clary punched his chin, than kicked him in the wotcher. Clary watched Jace writhe in pain as she smiled down at him.
"Guess it's my spot now." She adjusted her shirt, then walked into The Institute, aware of all the eyes on her. She didn't look back.
Jace was stunned. Who the hell did that girl think she was? As he meekly slid back into his Porsche, Isabelle looked at him with disappointed eyes.
"Prepare for hell at school. Do you wanna just ditch? Alec can make up an excuse for us." She pointed to the back of the car, where Alec was looking out the window intently.
"Nah, I wanna go fucking find out who the girl was. She's a fighter, we could use her on our team this year in the Trials. It's coming up soon; two months. We need to assemble a good team, remember? This year, we're going to have those holographs. At least that's what Valentine told me when I was sent to his office for kicking Simon's ass." Isabelle smiled fondly at him.
"So, we're going to have Jonathan, Alec, me, you, Seelie and that girl." Jace glared at Isabelle.
"C'mon Izzy, please just be nice to Kaelie-she's my girlfriend. Just... you know... pretend to like her? Seelie likes her, and you like Seelie... Give her a chance." Isabelle grumbled, but nodded. As they drove around the parking lot, looking for a spot, Isabelle spoke up.
"I just feel like she's a big weirdo, one that shouldn't be trusted." Jace smirked at Isabelle.
"That's the thing, Izzy. Here, at the Insitute, you don't know who to trust." He looked at Isabelle seriously. "So don't trust anyone."