Clary POV

I stepped into the rink doors feeling the ice under my skates. Coach had wanted me to get in a couple of earlier sessions before school started. Even with the extra practice from being in the figure skating program at Alicante Collegiate Institute, I still needed the practice if I was going to get to nationals this year.

I start warming up, waiting for my coach; skating lap after lap trying to get my heart pumping faster. After I was considerably warm, I started my jumps, then spins. After fifteen minutes I figured I should go look for Coach. Hopping over the ledge between the door and the ice rink I quickly speed walked to the rink office.

"Hey Coach, I was wondering when you…" I looked into the room and instead of seeing just Coach, I saw another boy with her. He looked around my age with golden locks loosely hanging around his shoulders. His eyes seemed almost golden and they were looking at me intently.

"Hello Clary, this is Jace Wayland, he's going to be joining the Alicante hockey team this coming September, and he's going to be in your grade. Jace, this is Clary, one of our best skaters on the figure skating team." I looked at Jace. He had the strong build of a hockey player and you could faintly see his muscle underneath his fitted shirt.

"Hi" I said awkwardly shaking his outstretched hand.

"Clary I'll meet up with you at the rink in ten minutes, put on your short program music and practice. I need to sort some forms out." I nod at the Coach and proceed to leave.

"I have to be going to" said Jace curtly, as he headed towards the door. I follow him out and start heading towards the rink, only to find the handsome teen trailing behind me.

"Are you any good?" He asks with an angelic like tone. "I mean as good as a figure skater gets. They obviously can't even compete with hockey players." I could hear both a demeaning tone and mischievous one. He wanted me to fall for his trick and to get me mad. He may have the looks of an angel but he is a jerk on the inside. My first realization about the guy

"Did poor little Jacey get his dream shattered when he was rejected as a figure skater?" I say with a teasing tone "But I guess the hockey team settled for you. Don't be jealous of me, they only choose the very best you know." At this he seems stunned that I snapped back so quick but his face was determined now.

"Only a feeble, weak figure skater would say that. If you're the best on the team I can't wait to see whatever terrible mess the other skaters are." I glared at him, trying to keep a calm demeanour.

"You can say all you want Jace but it's obvious that you are just a self-conscious jock. Now if you can do this," I say reaching the door to the rink and setting up the speaker to play my program music, "I'll agree that hockey players are better than figure skaters."

I skate to the center of the ice. The place I love starting every solo. The song comes on and I start with a pivot, entering a series of footwork sequences. I enter my double-axle, and land it under-rotated, causing me to grunt in frustration. But, it's okay because Jace won't know. I do a spread-eagle then enter a double lutz, landing perfectly. Yes! With my short program half way done I feel more confident. The rest of it passes like a blur and then the music stops dramatically, with me ending right on cue.

Jace POV

This morning, when I woke up, I did not expect to have sparks explode inside me just from seeing a girl. I also did not expect to unconsciously be a jerk and get her to hate me in less than a minute. But hey, that was another day in the life of Jace Wayland.

When I saw Clary step into the room I could feel my heart skip a beat—like in the movies—and my stomach felt light as air, doing flips with my breakfast still in it. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to throw up, but the feeling was unnatural but magical at the same time. She was so beautiful. With a small but well-built body—probably form the years of skating.

Why oh why did I have to be such an ass? Why couldn't I just have played it safe and left her to go practice. Stupid hormones telling me to follow that girl, and now she's out in the rink with her beautiful red hair flowing in a ponytail, and her perfectly positioned jumps…

I snap out of my trance as her music dramatically ends. I needed to get Clary to like me. I was infatuated. But no, infatuated would mean my feelings weren't true, and these feelings…no matter how to explain must be true. I needed to control myself. I could be a jerk sometimes…I know and that needed to stop. But could it?

I watched as Clary skated to the door, panting, and I hopped off the bleachers to meet her.

"That was okay…" It was actually extremely amazing Clary I just can't say that because my mind won't let me admit I was wrong, "Except for that under-rotated double axle." Her face look stunned at the fact I picked up on that.

"What did I say," She retorted, "you did want to be a figure skater didn't you? That's how you noticed." She smirked at me. I scoffed.

"Yeah, whatever you say, Clary. See you around." And then I left. Hating myself more and more for whatever feelings were boiling up inside me. I just hope I'll do something about it before September comes when I will have to spend the rest of high school with her.