Discaimer: Sadly, I do not own TMI.

Clary POV

The music on the stereo played softly throughout the car. I toyed with my red hair, twisting it around my finger as I hummed to the tune.

In the driver's seat, my best friend Simon Lewis sat, completely oblivious to everything but the road ahead of him. In the passenger seat, Isabelle Lightwood, his girlfriend, and my other best friend, sat.

I've known the two since I moved to New York a few summers ago. My step dad had a job transfer, so here I am.

Back then, I was such a loner. I thought I didn't need anyone to talk to. But then, I met the two most important people in my life. They treated me nicely, no matter how bitter and moody I was.

I looked out the window of the black SUV to see Idris High School looming before us. Simon cautiously parked the car, and took the keys out of the ignition. He leaned back in the leather seat and sighed.

"Well, here we are. Another Monday in the social downturn of world, also known as high school," he said.

"Gosh, Si," Izzy said. "You always have a way to make every situation depressing."

"But, you love me anyway," Simon said as he leaned into Isabelle.

They started kissing. It was obviously adorable at first, but then it just got creepy.

"Ugh! Get. A. Room," I said as I opened the car door, and stepped outside.

I closed the door behind me, and began walking toward the building. I looked to the bottom of the staircase to see the usual popular crowd standing in its midst.

I saw a flash of gold hair, and amber eyes that met mine for a moment or two, but I dismissed it quickly.

I rolled my eyes at the lack of clothes some of the girls were wearing, and huffed my way up the steps, and into the school.

I walked toward the junior lockers, and stopped at number 798. I opened the locker after turning the dial on the combination lock six times.

I grabbed my science book out of the locker and slid it into the messenger bag that was wrapped around my shoulder. I was about to close the locker but stopped as I noticed the pictures of my old friends from California.

In one picture, my friend Sarah and I were wearing sunglasses, our hair wrapped up in buns, and posing with "duck faces".

In another, my boyfriend, Raphael Santiago, stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled, and lightly traced my finger over his laughing face.

I was interrupted from my momentary reverie, and pulled back into reality when the school bell rang. I shut my locker, and hurried down the hallway to my Honors science class.

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Mr. Hodge droned on about the periodic table for fifteen minutes. I was doodling little pictures of random animals in my notebook, making them look more cartoon-like than needed.

"Clary," I looked up to see Mr. Hodge standing at the front of the room near the dry erase board. "Would you care to tell us what the chemical combination NaCl is?"

"Sodium Chloride. Or, table salt," I answered swiftly.

My teacher nodded. "Correct. Now, please tell us how to set up a chemical equation."

This guy is really getting on my nerves. Can't he choose one of the upperclassman in the back of the room to pick on?

"Well," I began, "let's say we have two hydrogen gas molecules. You would want to add a second reactant, in this case oxygen, to the equation." Mr. Hodge proceeded to right down what I was saying on the board. "You would then have the product of the reactants, H2O. Or water."

"Very good, Miss Fray," he said. At that moment the class bell rang, releasing us from the room.

Slipping on my messenger bag, I began to walk out of the room. I stopped when my teacher called me back.

"Clary, can you stay back for a minute?" He asked.

I walked over to the elderly teacher's desk. "Clary, here's your test back. I just wanted to tell you that your grade is the highest throughout all of my classes. Well done."

I nodded my thanks, and turned for the door. "Oh, and Clary?" I turned around. "I hope you don't mind, but I signed you up to tutor some students after school on Friday. I saw your grades were very impressive, and you might want the college credits."

"Oh, okay," I said in confusion. I left the room wondering why my teacher wouldn't even consult me before signing me up to help other people.

Wait, I thought. Being an after school tutor gives you college credits. Man, did I need those.

I hastily walked through the halls of students, and braced my self for four and a half more hours of learning.

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"Oh, there she is!"

I made my way trough the crowded parking lot. I was walking to Simon and Izzy who were standing next to Izzy's SUV.

"Hey, guys," I said as I reached them. They greeted me, and we began talking about our day's.

"Do you know how much I hate P.E.? Well, I hate it a lot. I mean, sweating is just so gross, and makes me look like a disgusting animal!" Izzy ranted.

Simon wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer toward him. "You always look gorgeous, Iz," he whispered.

She smiled, and quickly pecked him on the lips. He smiled back at her, and I did, too. They were the perfect couple.

"Izzy! Why don't you ever answer your phone?" We all turned around to face Izzy's adoptive brother, Jace Lightwood.

Jace is probably the hottest guy on campus. He has insanely gold hair, and amber eyes to match. His muscle toned body fit with his light tan perfectly. But, he hated my guts with a passion. From the first day we met, we just didn't get along.

"Jace. I don't need to answer my phone all the time, you know," Izzy said as she put her head on Simon's shoulder.

"Whatever. Don't give me a ride home. Just leave me here all night. I don't care," he said, acting like a little kid.

"I don't care either. How about we go?" I asked Simon and Izzy.

"Oh, hi, leprechaun. Didn't see you standing there," Jace said as if he just realized I was there.

"Nice to see you, too," I mumbled.

Jace ignored me, and continued to scold Izzy about how she should have her phone on at all times. I got bored and began to look around the parking lot, wishing for anything to distract me from the argument.

My eyes landed on a familiar boy with brown hair, and a backpack slung over his shoulder.

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Jace POV

"I'll be right back."

I stopped yelling at Isabelle, and turned to the short red head who looked like she was walking with determination.

Clary Fray was beautiful. Obviously, she didn't think that. You could tell by how insecure she is.

I thought everything about her was amazing. From the tiny freckles on her nose, to the converse on her small feet.

But, I didn't like her anymore.

I asked her out when we met, but she just turned me down without a second thought. So, I just picked on the girl.

The three of us watched as she picked up

her pace, and ran into a boy's awaiting arms. They stayed in the embrace for some time.

When they broke apart, the the boy wiped some tears from Clary's face. She hugged him again, and didn't let go for a while.

I turned away, a strange feeling bubbling up in the pit of my stomach.

"Dang. Who is that?" Izzy finally asked. Simon and I shrugged, not responding.

I turned to Clary and the boy to see that they were walking toward us.

Clary was smiling widely, and for once, I wished that I was the cause of that happy look.

"Guys," the red head said when she came over to us,"this is Max."

We all greeted the boy - Max - politely, and waited for Clary to continue.

"He's my brother."

"Brother? Clary, I thought Jon was your only brother," Simon said, his arm still wrapped around my sister.

"Jon is my oldest brother. Max is my half brother. He's been at a boarding school in California," Clary explained.

After we all introduced ourselves to Max, he turned to Clary. "Oh, I almost forgot. Clary, Raphael is coming on Saturday."

Clary's eyes automatically lit up. "He is? Why?"

"He said he missed you," Max told her.

"Clary, who's this Raphael? Another brother of yours?" Izzy asked playfully.

"Ha! Brother? More like her bo-"

"Max!" Clary interrupted. "Stop."

Max rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Jon is waiting by his car somewhere for us. Let's go home."

Clary nodded in agreement with her brother. "Alright. Well, see you guys tomorrow."

Izzy an Simon gave her a hug, and she just completely ignored me. "Love you, too, Clare Bear!" I called after her.

She turned and glared at me, which only make me wink at her. She scoffed in disgust.

Izzy and Simon stood staring at me after the red head left. I looked at them in confusion. "What did I do?"

"Nothing," they both said in unison. They both exchanged a look, but proceeded to climb in the car.

I climbed in the backseat, completely confused about what just happened.

A/N: I know what you're thinking.

Why aren't you working on The Engagement!? Well, I just thought of this, and had to publish! : )

Anyway, PLEASE review! I would love to know what your thoughts are on this story. It would make me happy!

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THG

(PS: Did you notice my username's initials are the same as The Hunger Games'?)