The golden boy changed me

Chapter 2

Hey!! So here's the second chapter, I hope you like it!!!

DISCLAIMER: none of these beautiful characters belong to me they belong to Cassendra Claire

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Chapter 2

After I got over whatever the hell just happened to me, I rushed to my first class of the day. Art. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all. My mom was a painter." No!" I thought to myself," She IS a painter! She isn't dead. Just gone," I must've inherited some of her skill because I loved to paint and sketch and draw, although my drawings look like finger paintings next to hers. If I didn't have art as an outlet from everything, I don't know what I'd do.
I hesitantly open the door and peek in my classroom. I sigh with relief when I realize the teacher isn't in the room yet. I rush to the only available seat and try to make myself invisible. This obviously doesn't work because a beautiful girl with raven hair, dark brown eyes and a phenomenal sense of fashion leaned over the table to introduce herself. "Hi!" she exclaims brightly,"I'm Isabelle Lightwood, but you can call me Izzy."
"Um...Hi.....I'm Clary. Clary Fray." I mumble in response, keeping my head down. She doesn't get the hint that I don't want to talk because she continues,
"OMG is that your natural hair color? It's so beautiful!" I looked up to see if she was being sincere, and sure enough her face portrayed no mockery.
"No one has ever said that about my hair. They usually just use the color as an excuse to poke fun at me." When I said this she seemed shocked, but her reply was cut off when our teacher walked into the room.
"Hello class sorry I'm late! I'm Tessa and I will be your Art teacher this year! I wanted to start off the semester by getting to know everyone so your first assignment is to paint something that represents you. Get to work everyone!" I took my time getting the canvas and paints. When I returned to my seat I just started to paint. I didn't pay attention to anyone around me. The room blurred out and the sound disappeared until it was just me and the brush painting out our life story. By the time I finished the bell was about to ring so I covered up my canvas and gathered my things, breaking out of the daze I'm always under when I paint.
The rest of the day passed by slowly but it helped that Izzy was in every single one of my classes. It was strange having a friend other than Simon but I liked the feeling. Izzy was the complete opposite of me and she talked about clothes a lot, but at least someone bothered to talk to me at all. I didn't really know how to contribute to the conversation so I just nodded and gave her a few mumbled yeahs.
By the time lunch came around I bought an orange and a water since it was all I could afford. Jonathan doesn't really work as far as I know so our only source of income is from my job at Luke's Diner. Luke was a friend of my mother and a couple years back he offered me a job. It doesn't really pay much but you take what you can get. I sat down in the corner of the cafeteria observing the student body. I saw the football team in the center of it all but one person stood out. It was the golden boy from the hallway. He seemed to be searching for someone but when his eyes met mine I turned away blushing. My train of thought was disrupted when Simon plopped down on the seat next to me ungracefully. "Why hello there Clary thanks for waiting for me by your locker. It's nice to know you remembered me." Simon says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Sorry Simon I was dragged into the cafeteria by Izzy. I didn't even stop at my locker."
"Izzy? Who the heck is Izz-"he didn't get to finish his sentence because right then Izzy gracefully sat down in the chair across from me. When Simon saw her his mouth fell open and his eyes bugged out, making him look like a fish out of water.
Suppressing a laugh I introduced them. "Simon this is Isabelle. Izzy this is my best friend Simon who apparently has never seen a pretty girl before." At that Simon blushed and mumbled something about him seen plenty of pretty girls. Izzy completely ignored him and turned to me." Clary I'm sorry but we have got to get you a new wardrobe. We are going to the mall afterschool and you might as well sleepover so I can help you get ready in the morning." I stared at her in shock.
"What's wrong with my wardrobe?" Don't get me wrong I definitely didn't mind staying away from Jonathan but I loathed shopping with a passion. At the same time I wasn't going to turn down the one invite I had ever gotten to hang out with someone other than Simon.
"Come on honey just meet me outside afterschool. I promise it will be fun and we can hang out all night talking about boys." She nodded enthusiastically as if she thought I knew any boys other than Simon. I just agreed and listened to her talk about shoes for the for the rest of lunch.

Afterschool I waited in the parking lot for Izzy. I stared in awe as she pulled up in a pink (of course) convertible. I got into the ostentatious car and we drove to the mall. Izzy turned up the radio because some boy band was playing. I tried to tune it out and was actually thankful when Izzy started the conversation. "So Clary how long have you and Simon been dating?" she asked bluntly.
"WHA? You think...You mean....Simon and me? WE ARE NOT A COUPLE!" I managed to splutter out.
"So he's available?" she asked with a sly smile. I guess Simon was kind of cute but I had never thought of him other than my brother.
"Have at him," I replied as we pulled up to the mall. Izzy walked over to my side and dragged me out of the car and started to pull me into a small boutique. You could also say she pulled me into living hell for the next five hours it took to go shopping. What did I get myself into?

OMG THAT WAS 1122 WORDS! Did I really just type that! Also, Chapter 3 will be out soon! :) 
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