I'm so happy you guys seem to like it! I really hope you guys like this chapter. I know it's still kind of short, but I wanted to get it up today. Reviews are always appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or concepts from The Mortal Instruments, credit goes to Cassandra Clare.

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Clary woke the next morning to the screaming of a thousand demons. Also known as her alarm clock. She groaned and pulled herself out of bed, practically crawling to the closet where she pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She dragged a brush through her wild curls and decided that this was as good as it was going to get. She pulled on a black hoodie and her combat boots and grabbed her leather messenger bag before heading downstairs. Her mother was already at the kitchen table with a mug of tea, a book propped open against the fruit bowl in front of her. Her mother had been reading even more than usual, ever since she started dating Luke, who owned a used book store. Her younger brother Johnathan was also at the table, his silver blonde head bent over a bowl of cereal, his only concern the motion of spoon to bowl to mouth. Clary put two slices of bread in the toaster and pulled out the butter as she waited for her breakfast. When the toaster popped she buttered her toast and poured herself a glass of orange juice. She sat down at the table and waited for her mother to initiate the imminent breakfast table chatter.
"How did you sleep?" her mother asked, her eyes never moving from her book.
"Fine. You?" Clary answered. She always tried to keep her answers brief, in an effort to keep the small talk to a minimum. She loved her mom, but at that time in the morning, she wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.
When she finished eating she ran upstairs to brush her teeth. When she finished she kissed her mother on the cheek before leaving to catch the bus.
The bus ride was uneventful, Clary listened to her iPod and sketched until the bus reached the school. She went to her locker and got her books before going to her first period class.
There at the back of the class, was the new boy. Overcome with curiosity, and feeling unusually brave, Clary walked to where he was sitting and plopped down in the desk next to him. Unfortunately, as she sat down, her bag caught on the corner of the desk and the contents of her bag spilled all over the floor. Her sketch book fell open, and her pencil case went sliding across the class.
The boy looked up at the commotion and Clary got her first good look at his face. He was drop dead gorgeous. He had gold eyes that seemed to shimmer, and chiseled features, the kind you saw on Greek statues. He had full, kind of pouty lips, with a perfect cupids bow. Clary was so mesmerized by those eyes that she completely forgot how to function like a normal human being, so she sat there and stared until he broke the silence.
"Um are you alright?" he asked, and Clary was taken off guard by how deep and smooth his voice was.
"Yeah...I'm fine, it was just my...that thing that you know...holds stuff." Clary said, visibly flustered.
"You mean your bag?..." he asked slowly.
"Yeah. That thing...so anyway, I'm Clary. I just thought I'd introduce myself. I'm obviously an expert in making good first impressions."
"Obviously. I'm Jace." he replied. The name suited him. Jace, the golden boy. He leaned down and Clary jumped, startled by his quick movement. He picked up her sketch book and began flipping through it, holding a finger up to silence a protesting Clary.
"These are incredible." he finally said, and she breathed a sigh of relief, for some reason she had worried he would hate her art.
"Thanks, that means a lot. So what are you in for? Jeez I just made school sound like some kind of prison. Oh no wait, that's exactly right." said Clary.
"I sing, and play the guitar and piano. This notebook," he said, lifting up the obviously well loved book, "is where I uh...I write my songs." he looked down, as of embarrassed by his own honesty. Clary was about to say something when the teacher and several students walked in. Clary spotted Izzy, also a visual arts student and waved her over.
Izzy sat down and introduced herself to Jace. Clary couldn't help but be jealous of her best friend. Isabelle was beautiful, built tall and slim like a model, with long, raven hair. She looked like a dancer but was far too mature to want anything to do with the "popular kids" and felt much more comfortable with Clary and Simon. But Clary, short and slim, always felt even smaller around Izzy. However, Jace only glanced up quickly to see who was addressing him, then quickly returned his eyes to the desk. Clary noticed and wondered why Jace wasn't drooling over Izzy like most boys tended to.
Before Clary could think about it any further the teacher called their attention to the front of the class. She had written their new assignment on the board and Clary quickly skimmed over it. The assignment was to learn about a partner that the teacher would assign and write a biography about them. It seemed interesting enough, but Clary was worried that she would get a partner slightly more interesting than a block of wood. The teacher started reading out the pairings and Clary held her breath as she neared the f's.
"Clary Fray, you're partnered with Jace Herondale."

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