Chapter 1:

Clary huffed as she tried to grab all of her books out of her locker. She was late again. If it wasn't for her best friend Isabelle always running late, she would be on time. Once she got everything she needed she slammed her locker door shut and ran down the hallway. As she rounded a corner at full speed she collided with someone and fell on her butt, dropping her books.

"Watch where you're going!" a familiar voice sounded from the ground in front of her. Clary blushed and start apologizing until she finally realized who the voice belonged to.

"Well, maybe you should watch where you're going. Ah, crap. Now I'm definitely going to be late! Damn it Jace! Why can't you watch where you're walking?" Clary asked.

"How is this my fault, Fray? You're the one running down the halls!" He sarcastically griped back.

"Yes, well some of us care about getting to class on time!" Clary spat. She looked up and noticed he wasn't alone.

"Hey, sis." Jonathan said from the space beside Jace. He was still standing up watching the argument with amusement.

"Yeah, Jonathan. Laugh why don't you? I could have been seriously injured from slamming into Jace's big head!" Clary said with sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"Yeah whatever Clare Bear!" He laughed. Clary glared at him. He knew she hated that nickname.

"You're so melodramatic Fray. Seriously, I think you find reasons to be around me. I know I'm hot but seriously?"Jace said with a completely serious face.

"You're so egotistical Jace." She said just as the bell rang. "Shit!" She stood up and glared once more at the guys and stalked off muttering "Ass" under her breath.

"I heard that Fray!" Jace said.

"Good!" She yelled over her shoulder.

Dude, how do you live with that?"Jace asked pointing towards the direction of Clary's retreating figure.

"Well, she's pretty easy to tolerate. She just acts that way around you." Jonathan laughed and glanced at Jace, who was still watching Clary's retreating figure.

"Huh. Don't I feel special! I guess I just have that effect on women." He laughed and started walking down the hall with Jonathan. As they walked in silence, Jace thought about what Jonathan said and grimaced. Does she like me or genuinely hate me? He wanted to know. He's liked Clary for awhile now, but was afraid to admit it anyone. He wondered why he likes Clary out of all the girls at the school. They were so different. He was a popular football player, while she was a nobody art nerd. Maybe it was because she was the only girl that never fell for his charm. She was stubborn and would always call him out when he did something wrong.

Trying to clear his head, he started thinking about the fair this Friday. He was going with Kaelie, the head cheerleader. Yeah she was hot, but he couldn't stop thinking about Clary. Was she going to the fair? Would she go with someone or just Simon and Isabelle? Thoughts about Clary came pouring through his brain. God, he could not get her out of his head. Good thing he had first period with Kaelie, maybe she could get Clary off his mind.

He said bye to Jonathan and walked in to History. He spotted Kaelie and Aline. As he walked over to them, he couldn't help, but wish it was Clary he was walking over to.

"Hey Jace." Kaelie cooed as he sat down next to her. She had long blonde hair that was curled today, and was wearing a short skirt and a skin tight blue shirt that when she leaned forward left nothing to the boys' imagination.

"Hey." He replied wanting her to shut up already, but she kept talking about the fair on Friday. Next thing he knew she was looking at him questionly.

"What?" Jace asked her slightly annoyed when she grabbed his bicep, and ran her disgustingly hot pink nails up and down his arm.

"Why were you late today?" She asked, not even fazed that he wasn't listening to him.

"Clary Fray ran into me in the hallway." He answered simply. He glanced over at her, waiting for her reply.

"Oh God. She is such a freak! I can't even believe she's related to Jonathan." She said, expecting Jace to agree. He didn't answer. After a minute of silence, she sighed and turned around to talk to Aline. Jace was left with the rest of the period to ponder his attraction to the red-headed nobody artist.

Clary sighed as she walked into Biology. Mrs. Marks glared at her, and held her hand out for Clary's tardy.

"Late again are we Ms. Fray." Mrs. Marks asked.

"I really sorry Mrs. Marks, but-"

"No excuses Ms. Fray, just take your seat, please." The elderly teacher said.

"Yes ma'am." Clary muttered as she took her seat. She was still mad that Jace made her late. What was he doing down that hallway anyway? Maybe he was looking for her? No. He probably wasn't. Whatever. It's not like she cared. But she did, she really did. She's liked Jace for a long time. Since she first met him, maybe. But then he opened his mouth. Seriously, sometimes his little self-adoration comments were a turn off.

"Why were you late again?"Simon, Clary's best friend asked. He looked at her like her already knew the answer.

"Isabelle again. Seriously, she needs to wake up earlier or something, because she keeps making me late." Clary griped. She loved Isabelle like a sister, but there was one little problem. Jace was Isabelle's brother. Adoptive, of course. With his golden curly locks, and her straight black hair one knew right away they weren't blood related. Clary realized she kept thinking about Jace. She really needed to stop that. She didn't want to like Jace, but there was just something about him that drew her to him. She wanted to be with him. But like that would happen. She was a nobody. He was a somebody.

"Ms. Fray! Please tell us what would happen if something went wrong."Mrs. Marks said, snapping Clary out of her bubble.

She wasn't paying attention to a word that old bat had said, so she decided to wing it. "Umm the offspring won't have the mother's genes?" It wasn't really a statement, as much as it was a question. The class erupted into laughter, and Clary realized that they weren't studying about that yet.

"NO, Ms. Fray we're not talking about genetics yet. We're learning about cells." Clary felt her face heat up and put her head down.

"That's detention for you Clarissa."Mrs. Marks told her before turning back to the class. "Don't forget your books tomorrow. We're working on your projects. You are dismissed."

Great. Detention. Way to go Fray. Clary thought sarcastically, and walked to her next class.