"What the hell do you mean, 'Don't trust anyone'? When did you get paranoid?" Isabelle asked Jace, her eyes searching his, looking for an answer to her question.
"Come on Izzy, just don't trust anyone." Jace's eyes darkened. "There are secrets in this school... Secrets that people would kill to learn. Last year, at the Trials, we didn't win, remember? A week later, Rowan-the team leader-ended up dead. I'd say that there's someone watching out for us-but if we don't know who that is, we have no protection, really. This protecter could turn on us any minute."
Isabelle shoved Jace and opened the car door. She got up, just as Jace yelled, "Fucking watch out for fucking strange people!" Isabelle spun around and flipped Jace off, a glare on her face.
"Well, then, I'll see you at lunch. Don't worry, I won't talk to anyone looking suspicious. I'll 'fucking watch out'. To hell with you Jace Lightwood, I don't know why I put up with your crap." Isabelle lifted her purse from her seat, walking into the school building, where she was immediately surrounded by other girls. Jace grinned, getting out of the car. As he walked towards the school, a guy walked up to him.
"Yo, Lightwood. Is it okay if I borrow your ride tomorrow? I have a date and I'd like to impress her." Jace stared at his peer, wondering why this person would even think that the Jace Lightwood would consider lending out his car.
"Sorry, I can't. I don't trust you."
Clary walked towards her first class, ignoring the whistles and hoots she got as she passed the lockers.
Did I wear too-tight pants today? Should I have worn looser jeans? Clary wondered the whole walk to classroom 163. As she entered the room, heads swiveled to look at her. She blushed, and signaled for them to do whatever they were doing before she came in. When they didn't, Clary started yelling.
"Go fucking do what you were doing before, okay?" Heads flipped back, murmurs sounding all over the room.
"Bipolar much?" A girl giggled to her friend. Clary marched over to her, her face almost as red as her hair.
"I'll show you bipolar." She muttered under her breath as she pulled the girl's hair back. "If you wanna fucking mess with me, why don't you fucking bring it on?" The girl turned slowly, a look of rage on her face.
"I just got my hair straightened and dyed, and now a fucking munchkin is pulling at it? If you had taken my purse, this would be a different issue, but this? Hair, hair is PERSONAL. You are a-" Clary slapped her before she could continue her sentence.
"Girl, I don't know where you're from, but where I used to live, bring it on meant you fucking start getting worried that you're going to get your shit knocked out of you, not that you should rant about a crappy purse you have."
"I'll have you know that this is Prada! I bought it at the exclusive-" Another slap interrupted her.
"It's on. Seelie, hold my earrings." The blond took out her earrings and handed it to her friend before trying to slap Clary back. Clary punched, and ducked, her old street skills kicking in. Their fight was stopped by a hand pulling Clary out of the blondie's slapping area.
"I'm Mr. Wayland, and you are?" The teacher asked.
"I'm shut-the-fuck-up-and-get-the-hell-out-of-my-way."
"Ms. Shut-the-fuck-up-and-get-the-hell-out-of-my-way, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to send you to the office. Mr. Morgestan will deal with you." Clary found herself being pushed to the door, giggles coming from the room.
"Fuck you all!" She shouted, flipping them the finger before leaving the classroom.
As she left the room, she muttered profanities under her breath, cursing the blond and her friend-Seelie-under her breath.
"What kind of idiot name's their fucking kid Seelie?" Walking down the hallway, Clary bumped into someone.
"Oh? Who's this?" As Clary glared into the eyes of the person who she bumped into, she realized, with a shock, that this, again, was Jace Lightwood.
"I'm-going-to-take-your-parking-space-girl? How nice to meet you again! I'm Jace Light-" Clary cut him off.
"I fucking know who you are, you're a lame-ass blondie who hooks up with random girls. You're a rude, manipulitive idiot, one who runs the school. You take fun in teasing and bullying others."
"Well, why don't you take a cup of calm-the-fuck-down?" Clary glared at him, walking down to the office.
Jace turned around, a smirk coming to his face.
"Nice ass!" He called. Clary turned around, flipping him off.
"Asshat!" She screamed back.
Clary sat in the office, growing more impatient by the second. Finally, she stood up.
"Where the hell is this principal? I need to get to class!" The secretary glared at her.
"Well, Ms. Fairchild, what were you sent here for?"
"I don't know, the teacher just sent me here for no fucking reason." The secretary nodded as the door finally opened, showing an aging man with white hair.
"Ms. Fairchild, welcome to my office."