Clary felt her cheeks warm as a blush crept across the bridge of her nose. It was moments like this that she wished that she wasn't so pale or freckly. Then maybe her embarrassment wouldn't be as noticeable. "Does that line actually work on girls?" Sarcasm was Clary's natural defense and remark rose easier to her lips.

She turned to look down the hallway, trying to see if there was anyone else around them before looking back at the boy. "Clary." She introduced herself only because he had.

"That's what they told me. I don't remember." She didn't remember anything and it was frustrating.