Fandom Collision High (A PJO/HOO/TMI/Spiderman/HP/Lorien Legacies Crossover)

Chapter 2- Clary

 I groaned. How could I have been so stupid? All of the best art programs needed me to take digital design, too. Not just visual. I'd been an idiot.

I'm glad that Simon came with me. He is such an amazing friend, and totally awesome parabatai. Not many people would graduate and then come back and take extra classes because their stupid best friend forgot to take digital design. Not to mention switch schools because said stupid friend didn't want to be embarrassed about being the only returning graduate.

It was even worse than it seemed, though, because at some point a couple years ago, when our attendance was a bit spotty, both Simon and I had lost credits for compulsory courses. That meant we had to stay an extra year with the younger kids so we could get our last credits. If we'd have gone back to that school, we would have been with the people who'd been in tenth grade when we were in twelfth the first time. That would be embarrassing. Really embarrassing.

I even managed to convince Jace to come take a last period class so that we could hang out after school. He wasn't really enthusiastic about the idea, but once he heard that they were putting him into Greek and gym on alternating days, he was a bit happier. There's nothing like an easy credit. I wish I spoke, like, seven languages.

As for me, I was taking all the digital design classes, but because I wanted to blend in, I was taking some stuff like the Greek and gym (which I hoped to better on this time around), but also a sculpting class, photography and graphic arts. I'd been working on my french (to at least speak one other language), so I decided I'd take that, too, but I was taking it a year down in the first semester so that I could be ready in the second.

Simon was only taking two classes. He'd be taking first period media production and film studies, which totally suited him. Then later, he'd rejoin Jace and I for gym and Greek. Neither of us had taken Greek before, but apparently we took those last period classes with the eleventh graders, too.

In one way, that was great because we weren't the only amateurs. On the other hand, we'd be three years older than them, and they would get to watch me fall on my face.

"Are you ready?" I asked Simon, who was already sitting on my porch.

He shrugged. "After last year, I thought I was done with the pains of high school."

"Sorry," I gushed. "I really should have checked the entry requirements." I stopped talking when I saw that he was grinning.

"Let's go," he said. "At least I won't be totally alone." Then we descended the steps and disappeared into the streets of New York.