In this story, Jace and Clary are kind of switched. Jace is a high school English teacher (but still as sexy as he is in MI Series ;D) and Clary is a wild dancer who lives for the thrill, living life to its complete fullest. I know it's very different from the original series, but I liked the idea so much that I wanted to write about it!

Btw, all the characters in this story belong to Cassandra Clare (sorry, I have to put that in there).

1

JPOV

"Magnus," I said almost angrily, "I highly doubt Alec has approved of you dragging me off to random clubs in the middle of the night." Magnus shrugged his thin shoulders.

"Alec doesn't want to come, so I take you instead. Besides," he said with a smile, "maybe we can find you a girlfriend for the first time in your life." I shook my head.

"Not a chance in hell, Bane. I'd die before dating one of your 'approved' girls." I put air quotes around the word approved. Why was Magnus so bent on getting me to start dating again? Kaelie had been a mistake, and I wasn't making that mistake again. I looked around, half naked people dancing was hardly my idea of a good Friday night. Magnus dragged me somewhere else, and I soon realized that was the bar. Good. I opened up my messenger bag, which I had managed to grab before Magnus stormed in my room and pulled me here. And I did what any teacher would do. I started grading papers. It was like a default to me nowadays. I didn't have much time to do anything else these days. Magnus groaned, shoving the papers in my bag. He took my bag and gave it to the bartender.

"Jon," he said, "hide this somewhere the teacher won't find it." Jon laughed and nodded, taking it away.

"Hey!" I yelled, trying to go after him. Magnus shoved me down into my seat.

"Jace," he said, "I say this because I care." His glitter encrusted eyes held a caring expression. "Stop working for one minute. Can't you see how much you're missing in the real world?" He asked, gesturing to around him. I crossed my arms.

"I never liked clubbing," I retorted. He crossed his arms now.

"You did when you were with Kaelie." I shook my head.

"She's history, and so are my students chances of getting into college if I don't get those papers back," I said, about to get up. Magnus shoved me back into my seat.

"Consider this an intervention, Jace." He sighed. "Izzy misses the fun you. She hates this new, work oriented person you've become. Alec misses having sarcastic conversations with you. You're never fun anymore. Even I miss the old you, Jace. Hell, if I can admit that, it means I care enough to let you know that you're not… this person." I shook my head, turning my head to face the bartender.

"Can I get a beer?" I asked. He nodded, going somewhere. I turned my head back to Magnus, having a feeling this was going to be a long talk. Magnus just frowned.

"Jace, I know you're not happy with this person either, and I'm not going to just stand here and let you go on like this. But I'm not going to wait for you to change, either. You'll change when you're ready." He walked away, finding somebody to dance with. The bartender gave me the bottle, and I lightly sipped from it. The contents were bitter and had a light stinging sensation. Was I this bad? I'd forgotten what even the littlest trace of alcohol tasted like.

I heard a chime-like laugh, along with some singing. The voice was singing along to the current song, 'Dynamite' by Taio Cruz. The voice was so beautiful, it was all I could hear. The song changed and the voice was gone. One more laugh, anything to hear it again. I turned myself around, searching for any trace that it had been real. There was nothing left of the voice, and I didn't know who it had come from. I pulled my thin glasses off, as if that would help me see the voice. Nothing. I put the glasses back on and sipped from the bottle again, a little more than last time. They played 'Dynamite' again. I hated this song, it was so pointless. At least it had a good beat. And then I saw a flash.

Bright, flaming red hair through the crowd, it caught my eye. The flash of red had radiated such passion, beauty. Perhaps I was reading too much Shakespeare. Another flash, half a smile and an eye, the color of emeralds after they have been polished for hours. Her eyes glowed in the dark club. I throw my hands up in the air sometimes, saying ay-oh, got to let go… People put their hands up. Pale skin, so light and delicate. Her nails were painted bright red.

And then I could see her. She had a small, fragile frame, and was much shorter than me. Her lips were red, and her thin strapped dress a bright, clashing green. She radiated life, everything about her was so beautiful and alive. Her curls bounced as she danced with some other people, bright red ringlets. She wore no makeup besides the red lipstick, and she had no need to. She was beautiful without it.

I pulled my gaze away. This was how Kaelie started. I wasn't going into it again. And then somebody sat next to me. A chime-like laugh as she put her elbows on the counter. She looked at me.

"You look out of place," she said, not even thinking her sentence through before saying it. I couldn't help but smile.

"I was brought here against my will." She smiled.

"I thought so. Your sparkly friend is dancing with one of mine. He told me to try to convince you to stop thinking about grading," she said, a little out of breath. She had a little glitter on her face. Magnus, I thought with a smile.

"You're doing a horrible job of convincing," I told her. She sat down, snapping her fingers at the bartender. He nodded, and she smiled.

"Good. I'm danced out." The man put a drink in front of her, and one in front of me. She was putting a hand quickly across her neck, trying to get him to stop. "Jon, he's not a date!" She all but yelled at him. He laughed, shrugging.

"So what?" He asked, lightly punching her on the shoulder. She took his arm and twisted it around, actually hurting him. He laughed. "Ow, ow, ow! Damn it, you've gotten better at that!" She laughed.

"I learned from the best, big brother." He ruffled her hair, walking away. She looked back to me. "I'm sorry, I haven't formally introduced myself yet." She stuck out her hand. "I'm Clary Fray. And you?" I shook her hand slowly, a little curious.

"Jace Wayland." I smiled a little as I shook her small hand. She took a long sip of the red liquid inside the red cup.

"I desperately need to get drunk," she said to no one in particular after putting her cup down. A different song started playing, 'Pyramid' by Charice. It was slower, and everybody danced a little more slowly. She smiled just a little. "It's been ages since I've slow danced." Every thought in my mind was screaming 'ASK HER TO DANCE!' but me, being the genius I am, made some unintelligible noise. Magnus rushed back over to me. He was gasping uncontrollably.

"Jace," he said breathlessly, "we have to leave now. Izzy is really pissed at me for taking you anywhere without her, and if we don't get home fast, she said she'll take away my mirror and all your books." This got my attention.

"If she touches Shakespeare, she's going to hell." Clary giggled at our conversation and we both looked at her. Jon put my messenger bag back on the counter, and I took it, putting whatever money I found in my pocket on the counter to pay for my drink, which I hadn't finished at all. "Keep the change," I said, running with Magnus.

CPOV

The man was running with Magnus. Jace, he had said his name was. His beautiful golden eyes had captured me the moment I looked into them, and his golden curls were perfect. I had to stop myself from reaching out and running a hand through his hair. He seldom smiled, but I loved his smile. I wanted to get to know him so much better, I wanted to have an actual conversation with him. I would never say it out loud, but I loved a man in glasses. I found them extremely attractive. He had such a strong voice, yet he held back his true feelings. I really hoped that this 'Izzy' person wasn't his girlfriend.

Jon looked at me, his pale blonde hair over his eyes. He had eyes as black as midnight.

"What're you thinking, Clary?" He asked. He was amused at my expression, which was curiosity. I was curious! Jace was beguiling… So full of emotion yet somehow blocked from others. I'd fix that soon enough. I smiled lightly.

"I'm thinking he could be a good friend," I said. Jon frowned. "Magnus, I mean." He still frowned.

"You know I don't approve of your 'friends,' right?" I nodded.

"That's what makes it even more fun." Jon pinched my cheek, giving me the house keys. We lived together, just until my dance studio's rooms opened up again. They were down for renovations. I walked out of the club, my dress clinging to my slightly moist skin. I'd have to remember to slow dance with someone this week.

Out of nowhere, I remembered my mom's words.

Passion rules the heart, Clary. Go where your passion takes you.

I smiled to myself. Dancing was my passion. I wondered what Jace's passion was.