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Dorm

When I returned home, back to my real home, I almost immediately had to pack for school. Since it was a boarding school and everything. After a run through the washer-dryer, I packed all my normal clothes, gym clothes, and some fancy dresses- just in case. After a long deliberation, I brought my medals with me, my presents, and everything else that I needed and even some that I didn't.

"Okay," I announced walking down the stairs, with my suitcase and two bags, and into the kitchen, "I think I'm ready."

"Clary," Luke said, getting my attention. He held a brown heavy-looking box, "I want to give you this. Just in case."

I set down my bags and walked over to him, grabbing a pair of scissors and opening the box. Inside was a black box with a key taped to the top of it.

"Uh," I said, "Cool a box. Thanks Luke."

He laughed, "It's a safe box, Clary. I wanted you to have it to hide your medals in and I wanted it to be little enough so that you don't really know what it is at first glance." He pulled the tape off the gold key and handed it to me, "Keep this on your key-chain you have for your car keys, okay?"

I nodded seriously, "Okay. Thanks Luke." I hugged him gratefully.

"No problem," He replied letting me go, "Your mother and I are going to ride with you to this boarding school."

I expected that, I thought nodding. "I'm going to put these bags in the car."

"Alright, let me help you." Luke grabbed my two bags and I pulled the suitcase out to my red cute car. It was a red chevy cobalt ls and I loved it to death, because it was just so cute.

I opened the trunk, idly realizing there were cameramen taking pictures of my every move, and loaded the suitcase into it. Luke did the same for my two bags and then glared at the paparazzi.

"Get out of here." He waved them off, "Get off my property!" Luke, being the muscular man that he was, scared them off pretty easily.

"Thanks." I whispered, watching them drive away in a silver car.

"Sure," Luke nodded and close my trunk after he put the safe box in, "Are you going to be able to handle that?"

"Yeah. It's annoying, but I'll be alright." I nodded, "I'm not Jennifer Lopez, they'll get bored with me soon enough."

Luke laughed, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Everyone still has the Olympics in there minds right now." We walked back inside, seeing my mom run around the kitchen.

"Luke? Luke, honey, did you give her that safe?" She asked quickly.

"Yes, I did. Jocelyn calm-"

"Clary, are you all packed?"

I nodded, "I am."

"Do you have all the clothes you'll need?"

"Yes."

"All the bras and underwear?"

I flushed, "Mom-"

"Do you have your medals, all your birthday presents, shoes-"

"Yes. Mom, I have everything I need."

"Are you sure? It's going to be cold soon do you have jackets and-"

Luke walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, "Jocelyn, breath. I helped her carry her luggage out to her car and they were like twenty pounds each. Clary has everything she needs and if she doesn't it's only a forty-five minute drive back here."

Mom nodded slowly, taking a deep breath in and letting it out, "Alright. I'm sorry you two, I'm just nervous."

"It's alright. We get it." Luke placed a sweet kiss on her lips and I resisted the urge to groan. He whispered something that I didn't want to hear in my mother's ear.

"Can we go now?" I asked impatiently, "I did miss three days already and I don't even know my schedule or anything."

"Yes, we can." The three of us made our way to the cars. Luke and my mother, surprisingly, stepped into his car and I drove my own.

Fifty-six minutes and two stops later, thanks to my mom's horrible bladder, we arrived at my high school. We parked beside each other in the parking lot and, through the paparazzi, we walked inside. Once in the office, the woman in the office, Mrs. Tori smiled jumped up out of her seat and hugged me.

"Hey, Clary! I missed you over the summer." Mrs. Tori said. "Oh, and congratulations! I watched you at the Olympics."

I smiled, Mrs. Tori was a young woman probably about twenty-four. She was cool and very involved in the school, she supported everyone at sports events and all of our activities. "Thank you, Mrs. Tori. I missed you too."

She nodded and ran behind her desk, getting on her computer, "Let me get your schedule printed and your room key and number." The printer to her left started to jump to life. She grabbed a few sheets and pushed them towards us, "Here you two sign that and here is your schedule." Mrs. Tori jumped out of her seat and walked to into another room, saying something about my room key.

"What'd you get, honey?" My mom asked, her voice cracking slightly. I frowned at her and then read off my schedule.

"Art 2, Calculous, Anatomy, Lunch, Conditioning (gym), and lastly Latin." Well, I thought, at least I start out the day with art. Which was my favorite subject.

"That's good." Luke observed. "Maybe for the first month in gym you can stretch out your hip like you're supposed too."

Mrs. Tori came back with a silver key she handed it to me, "Do you like your schedule?"

"I like that I have art first." I replied.

"If you need me to change anything just come tell me, okay?" She asked.

"Alright, I will. Thanks, Mrs. Tori." I hugged her again.

"No problem." She smiled, "I also have extra keys if you happen to loose that one."

"Okay, thanks. See you later."

We walked out of the office, seeing a few people - who before now had never talked to me before- were oddly nice to me; congratulating me, and seeing my schedule and telling me where rooms were. I told them that I would catch up with them later.

Soon after that we came to my room, number 108, and I unlocked it. Isabelle sat on her bed and looked up curiously as we entered. She jumped up off the bed, when she saw me, and hugged me around the neck.

"Hey, Clary!" She said, smiling.

"Hi." I laughed.

"Look at our dorm!" Isabelle let go of me and motioned to our dorm.

It was the best dorm I had in my four years of coming here, there were two beds each with a large dresser and wardrobe at the end of them. The beds were elevated so that we could store clothes and boxes under them and we each had a bedside table and an area with a computer, desk, and an old television. And we had a door that was slightly open to reveal a bathroom with a shower. Isabelle had already picked one bed and had decorated her side with bright colors.

"Wow. This is great, Clary." Mom nodded looking around the room.

"The best I have ever had." Isabelle smiled fondly at the room. "I hope you don't mind that I already decorated my side."

"No, it's okay." I replied, sitting my purse on the bare bed. "I really like this room."

Isabelle shrugged, "As seniors we deserve it. Oh! And we are close to the cafeteria this year!"

"Great! An excuse to get fat!" I said, smiling. After my Olympics of no chocolate, no junk food, no fast food - basically no fun- now that it was over I could eat whatever I wanted. As long as I went to the gym at least once a day.

Luke laughed, "Alright. I'm going to go get the rest of your bags from your car. Can I have your keys?"

I handed them to him, "I can help if you want-"

"No it's alright. Explore a little bit." Luke left the room with a smile.

The three of us sat on the beds starting to talk, Isabelle told us that the gym was near the cafeteria so that would be easy to find. After five minutes of talking, there was a knock at the door. Isabelle opened it up and we saw Jace and Alec.

"Word on twitter says that the great Clary Fray has arrived on campus." Jace smiled at me and my heart flipped. I got up and hugged them both.

"Shut up." I said as I hugged Jace.

"I love you too, baby." Jace whispered in my ear, my hair covering his face so no one saw the gently kiss he placed on my jaw. But everyone did see my blush.

No one could ask about it because Luke came back a second after Jace let go of me. He threw my two bags on the bed and suitcase beside it.

"Thanks." I told him. Luke held up one finger and walked from the room, a minute later he was back with pillows, comforters, and sheets for my bed. "Aw, thank you." I hugged my parents.

Mom smiled and started to dress my bed, "We just wanted to make sure you had a bed if this one was bare."

"I'm glad we brought them." Luke said. When Mom was done Luke spoke again, "We should probably get going, Jocelyn."

Mom started crying instantly and the three Lightwood kids awkwardly left the room. I hugged her until she stopped crying and then walked my parents out to there car, hugging them each once more before they got into the car and I waved until they were out of the parking lot. Then I walked back inside, back to my dorm and smiled. Ready for the new year.

I lay down on the comfortable bed and closed my eyes, my jet lag still not completely gone. I had lay there for about ten minutes and then my phone started to ring.

"Hello?" I asked, not opening my eyes.

"Clary?" I recognized that voice to be Jessica. "Hey, Jocelyn told me you moved in today. Did you get settled in?"

"I did." I replied, "And I was about ready to take a nap before I unpack."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get right to the point then, on Wednesday you have an interview with Ellen Degeneres on her show and several sports magazines and a taping interview with Dave Letterman. So we have to fly out to Los Angeles for the day."

I internally groaned, "Alright." I said annoyed, but couldn't help but feel giddy that I had an interview with Ellen. I loved her show, she was so nice and generous. I used to watch her show with my mom and answer the questions she would ask Justin Timberlake or Ashton Kutcher. Dave Letterman seemed really nice too, and funny.

Plus I had a horrible obsession with Finding Nemo.

"That sounds great actually." I said after I thought it over.

I could almost see Jessica roll her eyes, "Yes, I know your obsession to meet Dory."

I laughed, "Okay. Are you going to come pick me up or what?"

Jessica alerted me with all the details then. We would leave at around eight in the morning, do a few interviews with sports magazines and then interview with Ellen and then taping with Letterman.

"Oh, and also Chris Evans -Captain America actor- he is going to be there on Ellen with you. And I think the men of Jersey Shore are going to be there too."

I smiled like a little fan-girl, "I love meeting beautiful men."

Jessica laughed, "I do too, girl, trust me. Alright I'll see you at eight Wednesday morning."

"Okay. Thanks, bye."

"Bye." I hung up my phone, sighed dramatically and started to unpack. Isabelle came in when I was five minutes into my clothes and shoes suitcase.

She laughed at me, "Do you need help?"

I blushed, with the boot and my hip brace on I couldn't really bend and my back was always vertical, "Maybe a little."

Isabelle smiled and walked over to me. She helped me with a total of three shirts before getting distracted, "Oh! Did you bring the gummy-bear lamp?"

"Yes, I did!"

"Where is it?" She asked eyeing the two bags. I thought for a minute and pointed to the one closets to me.

"I think it's in that one."

Isabelle tore through it until she found the lamp, the friendship bracelet kit, and the soda-vending-machine-, "Wow! You really hit the jackpot on gifts."

I laughed at that, "I know. Thanks again."

She didn't seem to of heard me, "Let's make bracelets! And plug this guy in! And let's go buy ten soda cans so that we can put them in here!" She cheered, tearing open the box with the lamp and plugging it in before setting it on my bedside table. It was a yellow-bear shaped lamp so the light was pretty strong.

"Wow." I whispered.

"That's so cool." Isabelle whispered back. "Have you made these bracelets yet?"

I jumped on my bed, pulling up my jean covered leg and boot off to show her my ankle. Around it was a bracelet with the five Olympic ring colors- yellow, black, red, blue, and green- that all my old roommates wore. We stayed up really late on the night of my birthday, before the closing ceremony, and made these and just talked about everything. It was a great night.

"Abby, Marti, Lolo, Allyson, Courtney, and I all have the same ones." I smiled at it and then frowned at her, "Those are difficult to make."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, it took me like three hours just to make that one and then I had to help Marti with hers and it took forever. That poor girl had really screwed hers up." I rolled my eyes.

"Will you teach me how to make them?" She asked.

I nodded, "Sure... But not right now. I still have a lot of unpacking to do."

It was quite in our room for a long moment, and I had managed to unpack all of my clothes and half of my track/Olympic clothes bag when Isabelle spoke again.

"Clary? Are you and Jace dating?" She asked, I heard her quiet voice but I knew her excitement was about to bubble over.

I turned to her, "Yes." Her grin almost split her face in two, "But, please don't tell anyone. Except Alec. Please, Isabelle. I don't want the whole world to know just yet."

"Don't worry, Clary, you're my roommate." She said as if it explained everything, "My point is we keep each others secrets. And I'm a good secret keeper. I kept the secret about Alec wetting the bed when he was ten a secret...until now."

I found that gross, "Seven years is a pretty long time." I nodded, being that she was ten and now she was seventeen. "I don't think we'll need that long though... but just keep okay?"

"My lips are sealed." Isabelle promised and I thanked her before returning to unpacking. "So are you going to get the Olympic rings tattooed on you?"

That was random, "I was thinking about it. Why?"

"Because I want a tattoo but first I want to see what happens and how much pain and stuff before I get one."

"Oh." That made sense, "What do you want?"

She thought about that, "I have a lot of ideas but I think I want my first one to be an infinity symbol on my wrist, opened so that I could put my future-husbands name in the un-opened part. You know, to say that he is my forever."

"That's so cute." I nodded, "That's a great idea."

"Thank you." Isabelle smiled and I realized I had stopped un-packing again.

After unpacking my towels, shampoo, conditioner, pictures, and little knick knacks I pulled out the safe that Luke bought my along with my five medals. That's when Isabelle squealed and jumped up out of her seat, running over to me and grabbing two gold ones.

"Okay." I turned to her and glared, "You can touch them but if you hurt them, break them, or harm them in any way shape or form I will injury you before you can say help."

"Yeah, yeah. I know the drill." She said picking up the other ones and walking over to her bed to admire them.

I rolled my eyes at her and started putting other stuff that people shouldn't see; my social number, a few checks, some money- I left room for the medals and there small boxes. Isabelle gave them back eventually and I hid them all in there and then put them in the lowest door of my bedside table with the key with all my other keys.

Then, we explored a little bit. Isabelle showed me where all my classes were, I meet my teachers and we went to the cafeteria vending machines, buying ten different sodas-which ended up being fifteen dollars of my money- and then carried them back to our room. We stocked them into the vending machine.

The next day, was Monday. My first Monday of the year so I got up, dressed, showered, put my braces on carefully and packed my backpack and I was off.

The art building was pretty far away from my room, but I was so happy to be in it. So I bit back a smile the whole way there and soon found the room. I walked in and realized that Simon-my best friend that I hadn't seen in forever- and Alec were both there and sitting next to each other. I sat on the other side of Simon after hugging him.

"Clary!" My name was called by multiple people rushing towards me. "Congratulations!" Most of them said and hugged me. I stood up and hugged them back. I saw that most of them had a shirt that said, 'TEAM CLARY' on it. They handed me one that was colorful and had notes all over it in different colored sharpies.

"Oh my gosh!" I looked down at the shirt, "This is so sweet, thank you!" I said to the people I hardly ever spoke to- some I didn't even know there names- but still it was kind.

"You're welcome." Was said by some and another said, "Let's take a picture."

"Sure." I nodded. "In the hallway?" We all walked out to the hallway and they huddled around me. After the picture was taken, I put it on twitter.

"This is what I was greeted to my first day of school. #sokind." I twitted and put the picture up before we all walked into class. Luckily I was in my seat before the teacher started.

"Hello, class." Our teacher, Mr. Cook, started, "I know that everyone is excited because we have an Olympian in the room, but let's settle down and I want you all to draw that still life in the middle of the room."

In the middle of the room, on-top of boxes to give it height, was a wood bottle with apples and oranges on either side of it. Mr. Cook handed out pieces of blank paper, when he got over to our table he stopped.

"Clary, dear, it's nice to meet you." He shook my hand, "Listen, if it's too much craziness in here I can always get you out of it."

"No, trust me, Mr. Cook, I've dealt with worse. This is nothing." I smiled.

Mr. Cook was a short-sixty-year-old-man that was kind of shaped like a bowling ball. He had grey balding hair and glasses. From what I've heard from Simon, he was a kind man who like to have fun but also liked to have a quiet class when he was talking. I respected that and I thought that I would enjoy having his class.

"Alright. Just let me know." He replied handing me my printer paper. I nodded as he walked away.

"He seems nice." I said to Alec and Simon as I got out a pencil and started to draw.

"Mr. Cook? Yeah, he is." Alec answered, nodding. "He hasn't yelled at us once, even though we can be really loud."

"I can't see that guy yelling though." Simon thought as he looked from my paper to his. "How do you draw like that?"

I looked down at my paper, I had just gotten the bottle done and it was pretty good. Definitely not my best work. I shrugged, "I don't know. Practice." I glanced over at Simon's to see his already finished, it was all trace and no shading though and kind of looked like the work of a three year old.

Simon rolled his brown eyes, "Over-achiever."

I grinned at him, "Yes, Simon. I draw in my sketch-pad everyday to beat you in art class."

"I knew it." Simon shook his head and peered down at his drawing.

"Clary?" A woman's voice asked. I looked over to see Aline Penhallow, the girl that before know didn't even know my name, I thought. And I was way to un-popular to hang out with her. That was, of course, before I joined the Olympics. "Can I sit with you guys?"

I glanced at Simon, who was shaking his head no, and Alec who smiled. "Sure." I said.

"Thanks." Aline sat across from me and started to draw. "Congratulations on your achievements this summer."

"Thank you." I whispered, slightly confused by her weird wording. I cleared my throat uncomfortably, "So how was your summer?"

I regretted that I asked that question immediately. Aline shot into seventy minute long story about how she first went to London, then to Paris, and traveled all around Europe. She said she met the love of her life, a French man who slept with her, and then she unfortunately had to leave. I was zoned out after the first sentence.

Simon was glaring at her, "You are lucky you're cute."

"What are you trying to do? Sleep with me? Because that's not going to happen, well," She looked Simon over, "Maybe but not until you grow some muscles. Oh! Clary! I have more to-" The bell rang and I grabbed my bags and was out the room before she could even stand up.

The rest of the day was a blur until Conditioning, although I do recall a beautiful blonde boy telling me in Calculous that I was on the '2 hot 2 handle' list on yahoo! and also in a video segment called 'Olympians return home'. I had another class with Jace in Anatomy, but we didn't sit near each other. I was at a lab table with Maddie Bailey (the most annoying girl ever), Courtney Miller, and Bethany Graves. I knew Courtney and Bethany okay, they were nice.

At lunch, everyone I ran into asked if I could sit with them, but Jace -being right beside me- said that I was sitting with him and my friends. I had glared at him and said that was rude but he just shrugged that off. I sat in the middle of Jace and Simon at the table, across from us were Alec and Isabelle, and some friends they made named Magnus, Aline, and John. Lunch was good though and went by pretty fast because I was with friends. And then came Conditioning.

Usually I was excited to get to gym, because gym meant training and training meant going on the track- which I loved to do. I was excited for gym, and with Jace and Alec both in my class it was going good. And then Coach Smith, our gym coach, pulled me aside. That's when it all went down hill.

"Clary, last year I saw you climb up that rope. Can you still do it?"

I glanced at the rope, "Yes, sir."

"Can you still do it where your feet stay out in front of you?"

"That's the only way Coach Morgan lets me do it." I shrugged.

"Okay." He smiled, "You're ahead of the class by a year then. Would you mind showing the rest of the class how to do it?"

I glanced around. "I... guess so."

"Great, thanks, Fray. I'll get the class lined up while you get ready." Coach Smith walked away, handing me some gloves as he left. I took off my boot and hip brace and pulled on my gloves.

Then, I hopped over to the rope. Sitting down at the bottom of it with my legs on either side.

"Clary," Jace's familiar voice said, he crouched down beside me, "Coach told me to come over here and help you but apparently you don't need it."

I shrugged a shoulder, pulling the gloves on tighter, "Coach Morgan makes us jump on one leg for a hundred-yards at a time."

"Why?"

"I don't know. He's weird."

Jace laughed, "I think it's probably to increase your leg strength."

I considered that, "Or he is just weird."

Jace pat my hand, "It could be that too." He looked behind him and started to stand, "Here comes everyone."

"Will you time me?" I asked him quickly.

He pulled out his phone- something that Coach Smith didn't care about because people liked to listen to music while they ran or worked out, "Sure."

"Okay everyone, here is what you should be doing by the end of this trimester." Coach Smith announced then he motioned to me, "Go ahead Clary."

I nodded; brushing off my hands, popping my fingers, and then grasping the rope. I straighten my legs and started to climb, making sure my legs stayed out in front of me as I climbed.

The climb up was the easiest part, except for right at the top, because that's when I had to let one hand go and ring the bell on the ceiling. I wrapped my arm in the extra rope and then let go, quickly hitting the bell so it rang and then I regained my composure. And after that I started my way down, which was the harder part.

By the time I was on the ground again, my arms were trembling, red, and screaming with pain. I heard everyone clapping for me when I looked up at them. Coach Smith helped me to my feet.

"See everyone? She's doing this right now." Smith started, "Think of what she'll be doing when you guys do this. Clary will probably be in the Olympics again. Congratulations, by the way."

"Thanks." I said, wanting to get out of the attention.

"You're welcome. Now go get your braces back on. You're worrying me." He grinned as I hopped back over to the bleacher were my braces sat. I pulled them back on.

An apple phone was pushed in my face and I saw the stopwatch stopped at the time, 5:03.

I looked up at Jace, "What? Two minutes up, three down?"

"Three-oh-three down actually." Jace replied.

I ignored his sarcasm, "That's my best time."

"Well then great job." He glanced at his watch, "Time to go get dressed."

I nodded and walked into the locker room, when I came out Jace and Alec were waiting for me outside.

"So you both have art first period, right?" Jace asked us.

I nodded, "Yes we do. With Simon and Aline." Alec replied.

"I think I'm going to switch to that class." My secret boyfriend said.

I smiled, "You should. That would be a good class, then. Do you either of you have Latin last period?"

"No, but Isabelle does and I can walk you to it." Alec offered, "My ACT prep class is right down the hall from Latin."

I smiled at Jace as he walked away. And I smiled for another reason, this was my first class with Isabelle and she is my roommate. This was a good year so far. Latin went by pretty well, the teacher was nice and Isabelle was great. And on top of that, we had beautiful men in our class.

The next day, Jace and I left lunch fifteen minutes early to have some alone time. Two minutes later, I found myself seated on Jace's bed beside him as our lips touched repeatedly. However, when the door burst open I jumped away from him; which wasn't very easy because Jace's arms were still around my waist.

"Hey, Jace. I just wanted to know what you want to do about Clary's award this Friday at the game-" Alec walked into the room, his head down, eyes on a piece of paper. Then when he saw me he sputtered, "Um... Uh, nevermind." And then he ran from the room, closing the door behind him.

"Clary's award?" I asked confused looking back at my boyfriend, "What are you not telling me?"

Jace didn't answer, he tried to lean forward and kiss me again; but I shook my head.

"What is it? Are you mad that I can do more push-ups than you?" I joked, trying to lighten him up a little bit.

It worked, he laughed, "No. Clary, rumor has it that the principal, the mayor, and staff members of this fine high school are presenting you with an award at the first football game Friday. They asked me and some of your friends to help."

I gasped, "They are presenting me with an award? What have I done?"

Jace gave me a look.

"Really? Just for being an Olympian?"

"Not just an Olympian, love," Jace whispered brushing his lips over mine, "A great Olympian with four gold and a silver medal."

I rolled my eyes at that, sometimes I just wanted to be Clary Fray, the invisible artist.

"And for the record," Jace continued, "If doing one hundred push-ups in a row gives you legs like these," He grasped one of my legs under my knee and hitched it around his hip, "And a body like this," He ran a hand over my side, "Then I would be happy to know that you do more push ups than me."

I grinned at him, "Nice."

He smiled, "Because we both now that I can do more sit-ups than you."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever."

Jace shrugged, "It's true."

"You know I'm going to be gone tomorrow, right?" I asked him.

Jace frowned, "No. I didn't know that. Where are you going?"

"Interview with Ellen, Dave Lettermen, and sports magazines."

"Alright, miss superstar," Jace rolled his gold eyes, "but you know what?"

"What?" I asked.

Jace got a mysterious glint in his eye, "You can't go if I don't let you go." Jace arms around my waist pulled me into his lap and started to kiss me again.

"We'll see about that." I winked at him, before giggling as he kissed my neck.

A/N: Thanks for reading!