Hey, Aurora here, hope you enjoy it :)

The character belong to Cassandra Clare, but the plot however, belongs to me

She stood in the doorway, her backpack on her back and two suitcases in both hands, staring inside her new dormitory.

Tessa Gray did not want to go to boarding school. She also knew she had done nothing to deserve it, and didn't see why she must be shipped across the Atlantic Ocean to London, England, 3459 miles away from her home, New York. She was well behaved, never snuck out or acted reckless. She was the type of girl content with sitting in her room on a Saturday night with a book, listening to the sounds of the city from her family's small apartment.

Nate, her older brother, had been sent to this school for bad behaviour, and for the past two years she'd been the only child at home. She'd missed his terrible dancing and the way he used to pour his milk in the bowl first, and then dump cereal in, splashing milk and cornflakes all over himself, every, single, morning. But the year they send her to this rainy, dank city, he graduates and goes to college in New Jersey, leaving her here alone to fend for herself.

She snapped out of her trance, and surveyed her new room. It was rectangular, with three single beds along the wall, which was made up of five windows, showing the block across from them, where the boys' dormitory was. To the far left was the door to a small bathroom with a cubicle shower.
The room was completely bare of decorations around the second two beds, that only had a small two drawer nightstand and lamp. The first space, however, was obviously occupied. The bedspread was rainbow tie dye, with a star print pillowcase and manga posters adorning the walls, along with drawings blue-tacked in every available space, an iPod dock on the nightstand, still gently playing music and a large wooden wardrobe with sticky notes stuck on the doors. Tessa wondered if the wardrobe was there to be shared, or if the girl had somehow managed to get her own one crammed in.

She moved over to the middle bed and heaved her bags onto it, opening them with a snap. It was immediately clear to her that she had brought too much. One entire suitcase was dedicated to books, and the other was practically exploding with clothes and small things to remind her of home, like a snow globe with the Empire State Building inside, or a picture of her family all together in Central Park. She began to unpack her clothes, stuffing them into the two drawers until nothing would fit anymore (that was until she found the hidden pull out drawer under her bed) and tried to make the small space she had as homely as possible. She stuck some photos on the wall above her headboard and changed the covers of her provided pillows and blanket so they were now purple. She was halfway through stacking her books in alphabetical order due to boredom and nothing better to do, when the door banged open and a kissing couple smashed in.

They didn't seem to notice the startled Tessa as the boy kicked the door shut behind him, his arms wrapped around a tiny redhead, who was kissing him back just as frantically. He was literally lifting her off the ground to kiss her, and Tessa sat in shock, her hands gripping her blankets, and eyebrows raised. He dropped her onto her bed, the one with all the decorations, and continued kissing her feverishly.

"God, I missed you this summer," the boy whispered into her neck, as she threaded her hands through his blond hair. The girl looked up at him, her big green eyes filled with total adoration.
"I missed you too, Jace" she said, kissing him sweetly.

Tessa - her cheeks flaming with embarrassment - cleared her throat loudly, unblinking, as slowly they both turned their heads to her. The girl's face went a deep shade of pink, and the boy -Jace, the girl had called him- was looking at Tessa with a sort of lazy amusement, a small grin on his face.

"Hello" he said. He was devastatingly hot.

Tessa stayed exactly where she was, not returning Jace's greeting.

"Alrighty then" he said cheerfully, hopping off the bed. "I'm Jace Herondale. And you are?" He held out his hand for her to shake.

He was American, Tessa noted in the back of her mind.

"Theresa Gray" she answered, her voice catching as she put her hand in his and shook it weakly "but everyone calls me Tessa".

Jace nodded, and withdrew his hand. The girl had sat up now, her hair a birds nest and her lips, like Jace's, were swollen and her cheeks bright scarlet.

"Oh! You're my new roommate!" The girl exclaimed, and scrambled over to Tessa, pushing Jace aside to talk to her. She really was tiny, barely making 5'2, but very pretty, with her whole red-hair-green-eyes thing.

"I'm Clary" she said, offering a smile "sorry we had to meet this way".

Tessa shook her head, trying her hardest to hide her discomfort. "No, it's fine," she brushed off, her face like she'd just eaten something sour "happens all the time".

"Oh, okay!" Clary grinned, not noticing the constricted tone of Tessa's voice or her stiff posture. But she guessed that Clary didn't know her well, and maybe she thought she acted like this all the time.

"Hey, you're American!" Clary noticed, her eyes bright, "where're you from?"

Tessa opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by the door bursting open for the second time, startling her again.

"Are you two naked?" A male voice called, his accent British with a hint of something else "because if you are I'll have to go see the school counsellor again".

"Come in Will!" Clary yelled back, plopping back onto her bed and picking up her iPod.

A tall boy walked in, his hands over his eyes, black hair falling over his forehead messily, his shoulders broad, wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans, the same height as Jace.

"You can put your hand down Will, we're not doing anything scandalous" Clary said, over exaggerating scandalous, her tone bored. Jace sat on the edge of her bed, his legs bent, watching amusedly as Will lowered his hands from his face and revealed shockingly blue eyes.

"Oh thank the heavens. Last time I walked in here I went blind for a week" Will said, crossing his arms over his chest, smirking at Jace. They looked like they could be related, with the same shaped face and jaw, straight noses and full lips.

"Who's this?" Will asked, looking down at Tessa. She met his stare with her own, realising he was as, if not more, good looking as Jace.

"That's Theresa Gray. But everyone calls her Tessa" Jace drawled, playing with Clary's foot on his leg.

Tessa blushed, and wished she could just be swallowed up by her extraordinarily spongy mattress.

"That's William, everyone calls him Will," Jace said, making Will flush ever so slightly. Jace got up off the bed and pecked Clary on the cheek.

"Gotta go unpack. See you tonight?" Jace asked, his nose brushing Clary's.

"You're room is across from ours" Clary pointed out, dropping her iPod and locking her fingers behind Jace's neck, pulling him down to kiss his lips.

Will made a gagging noise in the back of his throat. "Please, stop, you're burning my eyes" he choked, clutching his throat with both hands. Tessa giggled, and Will grinned at her.

"Okay, I really have to go" Jace mumbled against Clary's lips, and he put his hands behind him and lifting Clary's of his neck. She smiled at him, and Tessa too, felt vaguely sick to the stomach.

Jace got up and grabbed the back of Will's collar, dragging him out the door.

"You like Neil Gaiman?" Will asked Tessa suddenly, his eyes on books by her nodded, her eyes bright, excited to be asked about something she could talk about."I have some of his books across in my dorm if you wanted to borrow them-" he was cut off as Jace yanked him out the door, slamming it behind him.

Clary sighed and leaned back into her pillow, propping her head up on her hands, and looking over at Tessa.

"So, where are you from" she asked, smiling at her.

"New York" Tessa answered, folding her hands in her lap delicately, the very mention of her home made her heart break with homesickness.

"No way! I'm from Brooklyn!" Clary said delightedly, sitting up and crossing her legs in front of her.

"How much do you miss it?" Tessa asked, hoping she'd get an answer like her own: more than you could ever know.

"I miss it so bad, and my Mom and step-dad, who're lucky they don't have to come here and live in this waterlogged city" Clary complained. As if on queue, small drops of rain splattered against the window with little dings.

"I know! Is it ever sunny?" Tessa said, her smile reaching her eyes, glad that she had something in common with her roommate.

"No, hardly ever. Hey, how come you've showed up in eleventh grade?" Clary asked, and Tessa shrugged.

"Ask my parents. They sent me here" she said, leaning back onto her bed, her arms stretched out and her feet dangling off the edge. That was one of the problems with being tall, nothing ever really fit you.

For the good part of two hours, Tessa and Clary swapped life stories. Clary told Tessa about her friend Simon, who she'd met on the plane to here, and he'd ended up going to this school too. Tessa told Clary about her brother Nathaniel, or Nate, who had fallen asleep on a train and ended up in Poughkeepsie, and had sat in the station for hours waiting for their parents to pick him up.

"So, explain you and Jace" Tessa asked, lying on her side and facing Clary, giggling from Clary's last story of when she'd fallen into a fountain and tourist had taken pictures of her climbing out of the pond.

"Well, we both got sent here for high-school, and at first we were friends, and thats it. I mean we always had moments where we almost kissed and all, but then one night last year he just took me for a walk in the last week of school and he kissed me. I don't know why me though, I mean, he's so hot, and there were prettier girls, and boys, for that matter, who were after him" Clary explained, and Tessa raised her eyebrows.

"So you're with him because he's...hot?" She asked, frowning.

Clary sat up quickly, and shook her head so her hair danced on her shoulders and around her face.

"No! Not at all! I mean, its a bonus. But he's really the best person, on the outside he's all smart-assy and hot but on the inside he's that times five and sensitive" Clary laughed, and Tessa felt herself laugh a bit too, though not wholeheartedly.

"Whats...um, whats with William-I mean, uh, Will" Tessa asked, trying not to sound like she cared too much, but finding it harder to pull off then she thought it would be.

"Do you like him?" Clary questioned, grinning widely.

"No, I just wanted to know" Tessa asked, holding her chin up.

Clary sprang of her bed and pulled Tessa down onto the floor.

"Ow! Whats was that for?!" Tessa yelled.

"Shhhhhhh!" Clary whispered, putting her finger over her lips and raising her eyebrows, her eyes blazing.

She crawled over to the window, and peered over it, and into the boy's dorms. Tessa made an impatient gesture, her eyebrows furrowed and her palms up.

"I hear them coming back" Clary explained, and Tessa nodded, still confused. She crawled over and copied Clary, her eyes peering over the window sill.

Sure enough, as Clary had said, three boys entered the room parallel to theirs. First came Jace, recognisable for his blond hair, who fell onto his white sheeted bed, face down, his limbs sprawled out on the small bed. Jace's corner was almost bare, save the box on his nightstand and a small pile of books next to them.

Next came Will, and Tessa swore she could see that brightness in his eyes from across the ten foot gap between their windows. He sat down on his bed and undid his shoes, and despite his promise to Tessa that she could borrow his books, she saw none. All she saw was mess and mess and more mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere and shoes hung from the fan above his bed, along with papers all over his nightstand.

"Will" Clary started, licking her dry lips "is Jace's cousin. He's Welsh." Tessa nodded, and noticed the flag of Wales pinned up on the opposite wall from is bed, the red dragon standing out. It also explained why they both looked alike, even if Jace had cool goldeny eyes, and Will bright blue ones. There was also the way Jace was more lean then Will, who was stockier than his blond cousin. Either way, the Herondale's certainly had an exceptional gene pool.

Thirdly, came a boy who's hair was silver. Tessa raised an eyebrow, and Clary waved her hand.

"Its a long story" she said, but then saw Tessa's expression "I'll tell you later"

The silver headed boy sat calmly on his bed and smiled nicely. He had a nice smile, Tessa thought. His area was clean, with a trunk on the end of his bed and what looked like an instrument case on his nightstand. He wore a dark green hoodie and plain jeans. He had posters on his wall of several band and concerts Tessa had never heard of, and a silver box sat on his bed.

"James Carstairs," Clary sighed "the calmest seventeen year old boy you could ever meet".

Tessa realised with a stab of jealously, that the boys had an extra bed space, which was occupied by a newly woken boy with dark hair, his expression sleepy.

"Alec Lightwood" Clary said. Tessa nodded.

They watched as Jace threw a pillow at Alec, and Will let out a loud laugh, making Tessa smile. James had the look of a disapproving but amused parent, watching his children playing games. His gaze drifted out to where Clary and Tessa crouched, and he smirked and walked over to window. He waved at them, his face lit up with a grin. Clary waved back with a small smile, and put her finger to her lips. James nodded and put his own finger to his lips and closed the curtains.

"Jem's a gem" Clary sighed, putting her back against the wall.

"I'm sure he is" Tessa agreed.

"Come on, lets go get some food. I'll introduce you to everyone" Clary said, standing up and holding out her hand for Tessa to take.

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