Beware Clary Nightingale

8°-Balloons

× × Clary Nightingale × ×

I held my bag close to my body, my fingers wrapping tightly around the strap as I stood in front of my college.

Western University of Health Services.

The place where I'll spend the next four years in my life in. A pretty big distance away from home.

I always wanted to be a doctor growing up, especially since that's what Cassiel majored in. And I really wanted to follow in his footsteps.

But this morning, when I got into my car and said my goodbyes to the boys, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Regretful even?

It felt so weird being in a school without the boys by my side, it made me feel awkward and anti social.

"Come on Clary." I mumble to myself, nodding as I dragged my feet up the stairs that led into the college.

I glanced down at the paper in my hand, my locker number was 158. It took a while to even find it since I was too shy to ask anyone.

Great, I'm shy. What the hell.

Finally after a while of searching I finally found it. I shoved the books I wasn't going to need right now and shut it closed.

"Hi!" A preppy girl squeaked alongside another girl who looked like she thought she was too much to be talking to me.

"Ignore her, my sister is not that friendly."

"I see." I croak, crossing my arms over my chest, "may I help you?"

She giggles, "you're funny. I was actually gonna ask you the same thing. You're new here aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah. But I don't need help." I shake my head and walk passed them.

"I'm Serena by the way." She walked along side me. I arched an unamused brow, "what are you majoring in?"

"Doctoral." I mutter, scrunching my face at the small crowd in front of us, "what's that?"

"Oh, a new guy must have entered. If he's really hot the girls here tend to swoon." Serena giggle softly.

I glanced over to my right, where her sister stood looking at the crowd with gleamy eyes, "oh my god."

"What? Did you see him?" Serena squeals and clears her throat when she catches my eyes, "sorry, I just like admiring from afar."

"Um, can I get to my locker ladies?" An all too familiar voice asked, followed by a pair of squeals.

"Oh his voice sounds godly." Serena squeaked and held onto my forearm, "do you have a boyfriend?"

A boyfriend? Nate? No, we never became anything official. I hadn't even spoken to him since yesterday when he ran off after we found out his mom was Anders.

"Um, no." I shook my head and shrug.

"Makes sense." Her sister snickers and flashes me a fake smile, "you aren't that pretty, no offense."