They were concentrating so hard in fact that neither notice when Simon walked in. they both noticed though when the door slammed behind Simon. Causing Jace to jump and miss the ball. Clary threw her hands up triumphantly and threw herself at a confused looking Simon.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cried.

"THAT WASN'T FAIR" Jace cried out. "IT'S ALWAYS THE MUNDANE THAT HAS TO RUIN IT!" I DEMAND A RE-DO!" Clary just smiled and shook her head.

"No. I was concentrating just as hard as you were; you lost fair and square." Jace had no response to this but to glare at Simon who was still rather confused. "I'll fill you in on the way to dinner" she explained. "by the was where are we going to eat?"

Simon groaned and mumbled something about poetry as an enormous smile spread across Clary's face and Jace's glare intensified to a death stare. "We are going to one of those awful poetry slams again?" she asked

"Don't sound too happy Clary; do you remember the last one? It involved loins. Ringing any bells?" she didn't answer but pulled him and Jace to the car.

The arrived at Java Jones and took a seat before meeting Simon's friend. "." He introduced himself

"Eric, do you by chance have any extra poems lying around? See my friend Jace is an avid poem writer, but he forgot his notebook. But he wants to read really badly still" the boys eyes lit up immediately and he nodded. Reaching into his satchel (yes, I said satchel) he brought out a notebook and flipped to a page as he handed it to the miserable looking Jace.

As Jace read it the wince that was on his face deepened. "Do you have any poems not involving loins?" he asked hopefully. But clary cut him off.

"Nope, thanks a lot Eric, but that poem is great, we will be listening! Good luck!" she gave him a smile that he seemed to buy before walking off. Jace groaned.

"Do I have to -"

"Yes." He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair clearly annoyed, but clary was too busy enjoying herself to care.

The lights dimmed and the host (if that's what you could call him) came on stage announcing the beginning of the poetry slam. Reading off the list of names, miraculously Jace's name was on there-last on the list, but on it. Eric must have put it on for her.

She sat wincing at most poems seemed more people than just Eric had odd obsessions with weird words and seemed to repeat themselves over and over despite the fact that half the words were being used incorrectly. Jace sunk lower and lower in his seat as the night went on, occasionally sending a death glare at the piece of paper sitting on the table.

Clary was jumping up and down in her seat by the time they got to Jace; Simon was no different if not more excited than Clary. Jace muttered a strand of choice words before stalking onstage and glaring into the audience as if he were daring someone to laugh at him. Even though no matter how hard he tried, Clary knew he would look hilarious.

Jace seemed to try and muster every ounce of arrogance he had in one breath and began.

"Dudgeon" Clary was barely containing her laughter already. "Oh, my poor unknowledgeable misfit creatures, what reprieve have you from your most tedious daily tasks, but do not swivet for I am here to save you, my loins cry out in putrid agony,…"

Simone was now lying on the bench shaking with silent laughter; clary was grasping the table for support. The only reason she wasn't on the floor yet was so that she could see Jace yell that he loved mundanes. No one else had taken notice to clary and Simon; they all sat still, some swaying slightly and paying attention to the poem.

Jace's poem came to a close. She could see him shake his head and imagined his cussing her out before he yelled out "I LOVE MUNDANES!" Clary lost it and fell off of her chair as Jace sulked off of the stage. The crowd looked slightly confused but it was nothing too odd, poets often became very inspired when reciting.

Clary was still on the ground as Jace approached the table and sat down crossing his arms. Clary pulled herself up again and gave him a wicked grin with tears pouring down her face. Jace just looked at her. "You. You are going to be so very sorry when you start training with me." clary just shook her head.

"I don't care; I'll do whatever you can think of if it means having that memory for ever. You are never going to live that one down. And yes, everyone at the institute will be getting a full report of this." Jace sunk lower into his chair yet he still somehow held an air of confidence and arrogance. Clary would wonder how he did it forever. But right now Clary was too busy thinking up a remembering rune, so she would be able to share this experience with everyone.