Alright so I really should be updating one of my other three stories, but then this idea popped into my head, and it just wouldn't leave me alone. So here it is. My latest story. It's Clace! (I mean, aren't they always?) So I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't then suck it cause I don't give a fuck.

The characters are kind of, a wee bit OOC but it can't be helped.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments, Cassandra Clare does. Love her.


Clary Fray kept her head bowed, hands stuffed into her sweater pockets, allowing her red curls to fall over her face. She kept her eyes trained on her feet as she walked. She was walking in the direction of the train station. Clary was going to meet her older brother, Jonathan Fray, as he returned home from New York. Jonathan had been spending the last month of summer vacation with their father in New York. The invitation had been extended to Clary, but unlike her brother, she had never been close with her father, Valentine Morgenstern. She decided to say behind at home, and spend the last weeks of summer with her mother, and her mother's boyfriend.

Her parents had gotten a divorce when she was just a baby, not old enough to remember anything about her father. Jonathan was only a year older than herself, but he remembered every moment spent with his father. The only parent Clary had known was the one who raised her, her mom, Jocelyn Fray. Her father didn't know the eleven year-old girl who was old enough to walk herself to the train station and pick up her brother. And Clary didn't know the man that lived in New York who opted to see his children once every year. She saw no reason to pursue a relationship with her father. To her, he was dubbed the man who had broken her mother's heart all those years ago.

A breeze ruffled Clary's hair, effectively making Clary shiver in the process. Summer was quickly leaving, Autumn moving in, along with the school year. Clary had never been a fan of the cold. She had never liked the Fall or the Winter. She didn't like the color of the leaves as they fell to the ground in Autumn. She didn't like the big, bulky jackets that came with Winter, or the snow. She preferred the blooming flowers of Spring, and the bright sun of the Summer.

The sidewalks were vacant, the only occupants Clary herself, and some parents who had large bags in their hands, undoubtedly doing last minute school shopping. The streets were quiet, just how Clary liked it. It was also good for her, the fact that there was hardly any people, she had been running late leaving the house to pick up Jonathan. She was still going to be a couple of minutes late, but it was better this way, not having to deal with a large crowd of people. That would make her even more late.

The school across the street caught her attention. The train station was behind it. If the gate was unlocked then she would get to the train station on time. The gate was usually unlocked, allowing people to walk in whenever they wanted. Letting them make use of the track, or the fields. It was the middle school. The place she would be attending the very next day. No one appeared to be there, except for the few cars that were parked in the parking lot. Probably the teachers preparing their classrooms. Clary decided it was for the best if she cut through the school grounds.

She slipped through the already open gate. She jogged past the football field, and the people walking around the track. She continued running until she came to the soccer field where she came to a sudden stop. She didn't know what compelled her to stop, but when she did, she chanced a glance at the field. Clary watched the lone figure for a second, before turning away, an image of Jonathan flashing across her mind. She was half tempted to watch the person play, see if they were any good, but then again, how would she know if they were any good? She knew nothing about soccer, didn't even like it. Jonathan liked the sport, but he played dreadfully so she didn't have anything to base the person's skills off of.

She began walking again, but didn't get very far when the figure began running down the field, passing the ball between his feet. She moved closer, coming to a stop at the bleachers, deciding that Jonathan would survive if she was just a little late. Her palm rested against the cool metal. Did that make her a creeper, watching this person play? Well, even if she was, it wasn't like she could turn away now that she watched them play. She was mesmerized, rooted to the spot, just watching. She really didn't know anything about soccer, but she knew, she knew this person was good.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard thunder, but she didn't pay it any attention. She was too caught up in her own thoughts of wanting to sketch this scene. Draw him as he kicked the ball, as he ran across the field, as he flung the ball into the air and kicked it into the goal post. He moved with such grace and such speed, Clary had never seen anything like it before. She had never been a fan of soccer, but she knew, she knew that after this, after watching this person, she would be. Yes, she was most definitely going to be a fan of soccer.

Clary was so caught up in her own little world that she didn't notice the boy walking towards her, until he was right in front of her, snapping his fingers right under her nose in an attempt to get her attention.

"A-ah," Clary let out a soft gasp, jumping back slightly, her face a deep shade of red.

"You know, I've been trying to get your attention for a while now," the boy spoke nonchalantly, as if he didn't just scare her half to death. He took a step back, away from Clary. His soccer ball was being held in his left hand as he observed her. "It's started raining, in case you hadn't noticed. Which I doubt you would have, you were lost in your head. I thought I'd tell you, because who knows how long you would have stood there, a dazed look on your face, before you realized it had already started raining."

Clary blinked at him before tilting her head up to look at the dark and intimidating sky, as a raindrop rolled down her cheek. He was right. It was raining, and it was coming down pretty fast. Everybody else was gone by this time and Clary lowered her head, even more embarrassed now then she had been before. How had she really not noticed the rain? It was freezing, the rain seeping through her clothes. Had she really been that deep in thought? With this boy being the center of her thoughts?

"Ah, um, yeah, I guess I do actually do that sometimes. Actually I kind of do that a lot," Clary told him, and shifted awkwardly on her feet under his scrutinizing gaze.

The boy studied her only a little while longer and Clary got a good look at his face. He was cute. His eyes were golden, sharp and dangerous. He had blonde hair, his curly hair tumbled across his forehead, sticking up at awkward angles. His features angelic-like. He was a littler taller than herself, but not by much, which led her to believe that he was around her age. He was skinny- built like an eleven year-old boy. He had to be around her age. Or he was just a boy who had still ceased to hit puberty.

The boy shrugged, gave her one last parting look, before he turned and began walking away from Clary.

"W-wait!" Clary cried, inwardly scolding herself, and her stupid brain, and her stupid mouth as the words escaped. She was making a fool of herself. She should have just let him walk away.

The boy stopped, already a few feet ahead of her. He turned his head around to look at her, a bored expression crossing his face.

"You played really well just now," Clary shot him a small and shy smile. "You were amazing."

The boy lowered his head, and when he looked back up at her a small smirk was on his face. He turned his head, and began walking away from the field again.

Clary stared at his retreating figure for a minute, watching him before she ran after him, tripping over her two feet to catch up with him. "Are you new in town?" Clary questioned him, looking at the side of his face once she finally caught up to him. For a boy who was only five feet tall, with short legs matching Clary's, he sure walked fast. "I don't think I've ever seen you around here before today. I'm Clarissa by the way. I live a couple of blocks down from here."

"I just moved here yesterday," the boy replied shortly, never slowing in his pace, or casting a glance in her direction. It didn't look like he cared that she was walking with him.

"You know, I was serious about what I said earlier back there," Clary said, a little disappointed that he hadn't offered up his own name when she has told him her own name. "You're really, really good. Like seriously good. You're honestly the best player I've ever seen."

"I take it you've never seen that many people play soccer," the boy said, his smirk back in place, wider this time. He finally turned to look at here. "You do realize that you say the words 'you know' a lot, right?"

"I can't help it really, the words just tumble out of my mouth. And about the whole soccer thing, you're right, I don't but um, my older brother- Jonathan- he likes to watch soccer a lot and- OH!" Clary stopped walking abruptly, causing her companion to stop next to her, and arch a brow. "I'm really sorry. I have to go now. It was nice to meet you!"

Clary waved to him, before she turned on her heel and started running in the other direction, back in the direction of the field. Jonathan, she had forgotten about Jonathan. He was so going to kill her how now. She didn't know how late she was now, but she knew she was late. Very late.

She left the confused boy standing there, never once glancing back to look and see if he was still standing there like a lost boy. He did, he stood there in the rain, as his clothes clung to his skin. He listened to the distant slosh of mud beneath her feet as she ran. She didn't offer an explanation, she just ran. Had he something?

"What the hell just happened?" he asked himself, aloud. He shook his head, sending beads of rain flying, before turning and walking in the direction of his house.


The next time Clary saw the boy again, happened to be the very next day at school. She had been talking to Simon Lewis before she saw him, her best friend practically since birth, and his long time crush, Isabelle Lightwood.

"My older brother told me that Mrs. Salazar is a total bitch," Isabelle stated matter-of-factly, her arms crossed over her chest defiantly. She was referring to their first period teacher, Elizabeth Salazar, who was currently greeting her new victims- as Isabelle liked to refer to them as- at the door of the classroom. Her and Simon had been arguing about her. Isabelle claimed that she was the devil despite her nasty pink clothes, like Dolores Umbridge as she put it. And Simon claimed that she was nice when his older sister, Rebecca Lewis, had gotten her. "Besides, Becks is old now. That was years ago," Isabelle added.

"Isabelle!" Simon exclaimed at her choice of words. Simon had never gotten used to the concept that Isabelle wasn't like him or Clary. They didn't use vulgar language. Isabelle did. "You can't say that, it's mean and also untrue. And you used a bad word."

"Alec didn't really say that, I know for a fact he didn't. He's nice to use that kind of language, he'd flip if he heard you using it now," Clary said, thinking of Isabelle's brother. He was a year older than those three, the same age as Clary's brother, and maybe his closest friend. Alexander Lightwood was timid and easily embarrassed. Not a boy who would speak ill of his teacher.

"Okay well maybe he didn't say that in those exact words," Isabelle admitted sheepishly, but she was not losing the argument to Simon. "The meaning was there though! And he said she was really rude."

Clary heard Simon say something in return, but she didn't quite catch it. She was busy watching the students file into the classroom. Most of them looked nervous, some seemed like they were about to throw up, and others looked as if they couldn't care less. She recognized some of the students as her gaze moved around the room. They were the kids that had gone to elementary school with her. Kids like Helen Blackthorn and Eric Hillchurch. But most of the tables surrounding her were filled with new faces.

"Oh!" Clary gasped as a very familiar face entered the class, looking around observing the kids he would be spending nine months stuck in a science class with.

So he was the same age as her, Clary thought triumphantly. Better yet, he was going to the same school as her, and even better, he was in the same class as her! She allowed herself a small smile before she jumped up from her seat, her friends curios gazes following her as she moved to stand right in front of him, the boy she met here yesterday.

"Hi," she greeted, as she pulled nervously on the end of her hair/ "I didn't know you were going to school here, not that I'm upset about you attending here or anything. Actually, I'm really happy that you're in class, and it's really nice to see you again."

"Huh?" the blonde blinked at her, his face a mask of confusion. "Do I know you or something? Or do you just walk up to a lot of random people and start a conversation?"

Clary's face fell, and she felt her heart deflate slightly. She was mortified. He really didn't remember her? They had just met yesterday. How on earth did he possibly forget her so fast? Maybe he was pretending. He had to be pretending. But judging by the blank look on his face as he stared at her he wasn't pretending.

Clary was beyond embarrassed. Her face had to be as red as a tomato, she figured, but she continued talking to the forgetful boy in front of her. "Hey, hey, don't worry about it. I guess it is okay if you don't remember me. Our meeting was rather brief and there was hardly any words exchanged between the two of us to be perfectly honest. I talked to you yesterday, don't you remember?"

"I don't remember you, you're a complete stranger," the boy said bluntly and continued to stare at the redhead.

"A-and I told you that it's completely fine if you don't remember me, didn't I? We're all good. You can come sit with me and my friends if you want."

The boy paused and looked around the classroom. Nobody was paying them any attention except for a boy and a girl who sat at a table in the very back by the window. They were staring so intently that he had to think that those two were the friends that the girl in front of him spoke of. He realized then that he didn't have very many choices. He had moved to the town a couple of days ago and he didn't know anyone. The thought irked him that all he had was this girl and he didn't even remember her.

He lowered his head, and allowed his feet to lead him to the back of the classroom with the petite girl following behind him.

"Hey Clary," the girl said cautiously, eyeing him suspiciously. "Who's your new friend?"

Clary? Could that really be the redhead's name? No. No, it couldn't be. Her name had to be something else, it couldn't Clary. Her name was something else. . . Something else. . .

"Oh, um, I don't actually know," her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He found her looking at him expectantly. "What is your name?"

Something about this girl was familiar to him. He remembered her voice, although when he met her it was drowned out by thunder. The sweater that was too big for her clung to her tiny frame from the rain. He remembered her. She was the girl who had been watching him yesterday. The one standing in the rain like an idiot. Her name, what was her name? Claire, Alyssa, Clarisse-

"Clarissa," he spoke suddenly, looking at her. Her name was Clarissa. At least, that was what she told him.

Clarissa- Clary- whatever the hell her stupid name was. Clarissa's friend frowned and shook her head.

"No, no, I don't think so. Clarissa sounds like a girl's name. Clary isn't that your real name or something?'

Clarissa was beaming at him.

"I thought you should know that Jace is my name," he whispered to her, so that her friend couldn't hear. He then dropped into the chair nearest to the window and began staring out at the soccer field.


Annnnnnnnnnnd, there it is. The prologue. I like it. It's fun for me to write and the next chapter is even better.

Spoilers for the next chapter: THE SOCCER TEAM IS AWESOME AND THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

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