Hey, all! So... basically, this is the first ever FanFiction that I've decided to write, so... big breath, and start on forward! Please review... because without that, I can never get better! Thanks!

A Disclaimer: Sadly, when I look in the mirror, I do not see Cassandra Clare. The Mortal Instruments belong to her and only her. And she definitely knows it because she tears our hearts out with every last word.

Also, a random side note: I just finished Clockwork Princess, and I doubt whether my heart will ever be whole again.

So, without further ado, my first ever fanfiction:

Chapter One

Beep, beep, beep, bee- Clary Fray slapped her hand atop her annoying alarm clock to make it stop its whining. It's not that she hated the alarm clock per say, just what it represented:

School.

The most horrid thing of all.

And it wasn't just her first day of her junior year… it was the first day of her new school. Yes, her mother, Jocelyn, had moved her to a different town earlier that summer, and she hated it with a passion. A fiery burning passion that made her the most difficult person to live with.

Her mother chose not to notice.

Grudgingly, Clary got up, and changed into jeans and a light blue sweater. It was surprisingly cold for August, but what did she truly expect from New York? She'd never been there before, but she'd always thought that it was cold.

"Clary, get up, you're going to be late!" Her mother shouted up the stairs. "And Simon's already here!"

Clary smiled, almost to herself, as she thought of the one good thing about Idris, New York was the wonderful next-door-neighbor she had, Simon Lewis. He was nice, and sweet, and, kind of adorable. Like a mouse. Not to mention the fact that they had everything in common.

"Clary, come on, please! I do want to get to school on time, no matter how horrid that sounds!" He yelled up, shaking Clary out of her thinking trance. She grabbed her navy blue converse, and hurried down the stars, pausing only a moment to look at her reflection.

People had always told her that she looked like her mother, but she only saw the basics. They both had red hair. They both had green eyes. They were both lean. But the similarities stopped there. While Jocelyn's dark red curls were tamed, Clary's hair remained flaming tangles. Jocelyn's eyes looked like emeralds, while Clary's eyes looked like… well, she wasn't quite sure what they looked like, just that they were too large for her small, freckled face. And she was too short for her own good, at her large size of 5'1".

Finally, she made her way to the door, stopping only to hug her mother goodbye, before she hurried out the door to meet the curly brown-haired, glasses wearing nerd that had become her best friend. "Hey, Clary!" He greeted her, grinning, and opening up the passenger side door for her.

"Hi, Simon! Are you ready for school?" She asked her, sliding in, and shutting the door behind her. Simon rounded the corner of the car, and got into the driver's seat.

"Uhh, sure. Let's go with that," he said.

"And we're good too. Thanks for asking," Jordan Kyle, one of Simon's friends, called up to the front. Clary glanced behind her to see his muscled body half covered by his girlfriend, Maia Roberts. Next to them were Eric, Matt, and Kirk, members of Simon's band who couldn't quite manage to find a name.

Simon pulled into an empty parking space, and all of them got out. Clary nearly gasped in surprise at the building, a large, gothic-type structure with spindling stones weaving in and out of the ivy, which looked as though it had been painted on. Her hand itched for the sketchbook that currently rested in her messenger bag.

"Close your mouth, darling, you'll catch flies," a voice told her. She whirled around to find a tall Asian man with cat eyes staring at her, amused. "You must be new because I am quite sure that I know all the faces in St. Xavier's."

She recovered her ability to speak as quickly as she could, and managed to reply, "My name's Clary. Clary Fray. I'm a junior."

"Well, well, well, so am I! The name's Magnus Bane."

"Magnus," she repeated. "Nice name."

"Yes. We can't all be as blessed to have a normal name as Simon over there." He pointed to Simon, who was gesturing for Clary to hurry up. "You'd better catch up with him. Maybe I'll see you in a class of mine."

He left without a further word, strutting up the small path towards the front doors of the school, his pant shinning like diamonds in the sun. She finally caught up with Simon to hear him ask, "What were you doing talking to Magnus?" He said his name like it was a disease.

"Nothing, he just asked who I was. I'm new, I'm interesting. Why?"

"He's a member of the Circle, Clary. I'd stay away from him, and his kind if I were you."

"His… his kind? He's a person, just like you and me, Simon." They'd reached the front doors to the school new, and a feeling of anxiety settled in Clary's stomach. There's no going back now, she thought, and pushed herself on forward.

"No, he's not, Clary. You don't understand because you're new. He's a popular."

"So? I've been to school before, Simon, I know what it's like."

"No, this school is different!" He argued as they hurried to the bookstore. Once there, they had to pause their conversation (Magnus, in all his sparkliness, was there) until they managed to get a schedule and headed onto the second floor to find Clary's locker. Then he continued the conversation, lowering his voice, "Clary, this school is almost exactly like the one in that Disney movie… something about a musical? Yeah, well, it's almost exactly like that."

Clary rolled her eyes, trying the combo on her lock. "High School Musical?"

"Yes! That one!"

Clary bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud. "So, basically, I can expect good food, five-minute dance numbers that are just magically choreographed, and about ten minute passing periods."

"Clary, be serious-"

"Hey, Rat Boy!" A voice shouted down the hall. Clary looked up from her locker to see three people coming down the hall towards the fuming Simon. One of them, a tall, black-haired beauty was rolling her eyes to another one of them. He was gorgeous too, with black hair and the most vibrant blue eyes. But even he was nothing compared to the golden boy in the middle

Clary made her self turn back to her locker, but her mind kept straying to his face. Oh, how she wished to draw it. He'd make the perfect model! His blonde hair was a tad curly, ending just above his ears. And his eyes… like honey or amber or just plain gold…

"How's the nerd life treating you?" The golden boy was now leaning on the locker next to Clary and Simon. Clary felt a twinge of anger, and threw open her locker after finally managing to unlock it. It hit golden boy's face with a rewarding thud, and golden boy yelped a bit, jumping away from her locker.

"Sorry," Clary told him, giving him the death stare. But it was quite hard to do considering that he was a good head taller than her.

"And who are you?" He asked, looking her up and down, making her face turn red. "I'm Jace Herondale."

When Clary didn't answer (she was too busy trying to pretend to put her books in her locker), the black-haired girl said, "And I'm Isabelle Lightwood. This is my brother Alec."

Finally, when it could no longer be avoided, Clary stood up and said, "I'm Clary Fray."

"Simon, why are you hanging out with a freshman?" Jace smirked at the brown-haired boy.

"She's a junior," a voice said, coming up next to Alec. Clary nearly smiled when she saw Magnus. "And new. And Magnus-ificent."

"What's Magnus-ificent?" Clary asked, giving him a questioning look.

"Why, darling, it means that you are quite close to a perfect human being, such as myself?"

"Wouldn't that be Herondorable?" Jace asked Magnus, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Clary resisted the urge to smack the grin off of his face.

"No. But you, Jace, are horrendale."

With a scoff, Jace left, Isabelle and Alec rolling their eyes and walking after him. "You might wish to avoid them. They aren't the nicest bunch, you know," he told her, his cat eyes watching the populars leave.

"You're one of them," Simon said in a low voice.

"I left that group when they went crazy, Simon. I've actually been looking for new friends since my old ones ditched me." He looked at the both of them thoughtfully. "Yes, you two will do finely."

"We have friends," Simon replied uneasily, as if he couldn't believe that Magnus was offering friendship.

"None of them are me."

"My point exactly, Magnus."

Magnus sighed. "When do you have lunch? And do you have a study hall?"

Simon sighed too. "Lunch 5th period, and study hall 3rd period."

Clary looked at her schedule, and finally entered the conversation. "I have lunch 5th, and study hall 3rd." She grinned and looked up at Simon. "You didn't tell me that we had study hall and lunch together!

"By the Sparkle, so do I!" Magnus shouted before Simon could answer her.

"Umm…" Clary looked at Simon who just shook his head, exasperated. "What does 'by the Sparkle' mean?"

"In the Circle, they had a saying kind of like 'oh my God', but it was 'by the Angel', and I didn't really like that because I'm not that religious so I made it my own. "

Clary looked the metallic and rainbow clothed boy, and nodded her head slowly. "It does suit you."

Magnus grinned. "Yes, it does, doesn't it?" He turned to Simon. "What say you? Can I sit with the both of you at lunch and study hall?"

Simon looked at Magnus warily. "Fine, Magnus. We'll have a trial run today."

"Fabulous! See you later!" He yelled as he strutted away.

"I hope that I don't regret this," Simon muttered. Then he looked up at Clary. "I'll catch you later, Clary. And the conversation from before isn't over!"

~TMI~TMI~TMI~TMI~TMI~

Jace Herondale rubbed his cheek angrily as he walked away from that girl – Clary Fray – and her locker. Not to mention Rat Boy. How'd he manage a girl like her?

"Jace, what are you doing?" Isabelle asked him, an eyebrow raised.

He yanked his hand from his face. "Nothing."

"By the Angel, that girl actually hurt you with her locker?"

"Drop it, Izzy," he told his adoptive sister, who just shrugged and went further down the hall to say hello to one of her past boyfriends, Meliorn. She was almost as bad as Jace himself with her dates. All shallow, self-centered, but pretty. All of them were pretty.

"Okay, Jace, spill. What's going on?" Alec asked, his eyes searching Jace's face worriedly.

"I'm fine, Alec. But… uh… how are you doing with the whole… Magnus thing?" For once, Jace seemed at a loss for words with his adoptive brother.

"What thing…?" Alec mumbled, his face turning a bit red. It had been clear to even Jace that Alec liked Magnus. And then, for no reason, Magnus had just left the Circle. He'd gone… well, apparently, he'd gone to Rat Boy and his short, little, red-head.

"Alec. Come on," Jace told him, walking up to his locker, and quickly unlocking it. "I know, Izzy knows, and I'm pretty sure that the rest of them know. Hell, Magnus probably kno-" Jace took one look at Alec's face and instantly regretted saying anything. "You know what? Never mind. I have to go see Kaelie before class starts." Kaelie was Jace's current girlfriend, and she certainly fit the criteria perfectly: she was shallow, definitely self-centered, but, god, was she hot.

~TMI~TMI~TMI~TMI~TMI~

Clary scribbled down her homework into her agenda as the bell sounded throughout the hallways. She hurried out of English, down the stairs, and into the cafeteria. She looked out over the heads in the room before she heard a voice behind her.

"Looking for Rat Boy?" She whirled around to find the gorgeous Jace Herondale staring down at her, smirking. "You really should pick better friends, you know."

For a few seconds, she was at a loss for words. He smirked even more, realizing this as well. Her face turned as red as her hair as she said, "Oh, like you? I'd take Simon over you any day."

He pressed his hand over his heart. "I'm wounded! You'd really take curly brown hair over wavy golden hair? I must say that I'm shocked, Clara."

Her embarrassment turned into rage. "Excuse me, it's Clary, with a 'y', not Clara. If you're really going to be a jerk, then why don't you find someone-"

"My own size?" He grinned at her.

"Oh, ha ha," she said, glaring at him. "A short joke." She held up her middle finger at him, as her eyes finally found Simon. "Go to hell, Jace." She turned and walked away, hurrying towards someone.

"See ya later, Clary!" He shouted, loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear. Everyone turned their head to look at Clary as she walked fast, and with every step, she found herself cursing Jace and stupid blonde hair and his stupid golden eyes and his stupid handsome face and his stupid perfect body…

Damn you, brain, she thought, inwardly cursing herself as she reached Simon's table and dropped into a seat. Magnus was watching her with one eyebrow raised while Simon looked… almost angry.

"What was that about?" Yup, he was definitely angry.

"Nothing, Jace was just being a dumbass," she muttered. "I told him to go to hell, and I flipped him off."

"Hmm," Magnus said thoughtfully. "I don't believe that Jace knows what to do when someone does that to him. Most girls swoon."

Well I am definitely not most girls, she thought, mentally sighing as she wrote her name on top of her paper. I truly hate you, Mr. Wayland, for assigning me this gigantic essay due tomorrow!

"Hi!" A slender body sat down in the chair next to Clary. She, whoever she was, was quite pretty. She had blonde hair that had been streaked with green, and very pale skin. Her eyes were so blue that Clary doubted about the existence of pupils in her eyes. "Are you Clary?"

Simon and Magnus were both shaking their head towards her, but Clary wouldn't let them. "Yes. And you are?"

"Jace's girlfriend. So why don't you just back off, and leave him alone, understand? I don't want to see you, and I'm sure that he doesn't either." She smiled at Clary, but her eyes seemed to betray it.

"Really? Because he's the one that keeps talking to me," Clary said, glaring at the girl. And if looks could kill, then there wouldn't be any more problems, would there? But, sadly, she was mortal, and her death glare could not kill the dastardly girl in front of her.

"Back off, or I'll make you, you little bitch!" The girl growled at Clary, anger and annoyance flashing across her face, distorting her once pretty features.

"How? Will you blog about how mean I am? Throw a drink on me? You're nothing but a bully. And, besides, I wouldn't even want that golden-haired jerk. You can have him."

"You think you need to give me permission? My throat is the one he shoves his tongue down!"

Clary made a face. "Girl, you need help."

"UUUGGGHHHHH! RED HEADED FREAK!" The girl shouted. She raised her hand as if to slap Clary, and Clary winced before the blow even came. But it didn't. Someone had grabbed her wrist.

"Don't waste your energy on that, Kaelie," a low voice said. Clary looked up at the figure, who looked… familiar, with almost too black hair, and black eyes. Behind him was a white-blonde haired figure that looked almost the same as the first. Probably brothers, Clary thought.

She humphed, and got up, hurrying away with the two boys. "You know," Magnus said, a thoughtful look on his face, "I decided to sit with you because I wished to avoid them. I wonder if it was a bad decision."

"I told you this was like High School Musical," Simon muttered, avoiding Clary's glare.