Hey guys! You are currently reading my fourth story, and as most of my stories go, this one is based off of a show. The show is an anime called Special A and it is super awesome! :) I recommend it for any anime lovers that dig school/romance/comedies. So without further ado, please enjoy! NOTICE: This is a fictional story, there may be things that happen that are physically impossible.

Chapter One: How it All Began

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Clarissa Fairchild; daughter of a retired professional judo-wrestler/boxer and a retired disastrous gambler. Since she was a mere toddler, her father had trained her to become an excellent fighter as well. Starting with punching hands, to training gloves, to sandbags, to people's faces, Clarissa had become a fiery, fierce teen who wiped out every single girl, boy and man who had the guts to challenge her. Since her family had become, well, under middleclass, she had started to make bets with people that challenge her. She hasn't lost for three years, and was able to collect enough money to put good food on the table.

She was merely thirteen years old on that one fateful day when she had first met Jace Herondale.

"Clarissa, your next opponent has arrived." Her father announced to Clary as he turned into her training room. He often found her here warming up for matches. She was too busy lashing at a sandbag to notice her father. She easily, almost effortlessly, made the bag swing up and down. Clary gave the bag a strong kick, and sent the bag flying. It unhooked from the bars and landed with an earthshaking thud. She cupped her hands onto her mouth and guiltily looked at her father.

"I'm really sorry, dad." She said in a high voice.

Valentine shook his head, in both blunder and amazement. "Honestly, Clarissa. That's the second time this week." He was beginning to think that he created some super-child. He walked into the room and patted her messy head of hair and kneeled down to examine the sandbag. Clary saw a slight struggle because of his aging. He rolled it over and saw that one of the previously punctured holes that was patched up was reopened, allowing some sand to spill out. Most of the rips were because of Clary. In fact, she had most of her training equipment for nearly ten years. Getting new ones would put an unnecessary dent in their budget.

"What's all' the ruckus?" A voice spoke out. Clary followed the smooth sound with her eyes and they landed on a boy, who looked about her age. Clary almost gasped in surprise because of his perfection. Perfect skin color. Perfect blonde waves. Perfect body structure. And his perfect luminous, golden eyes. He nearly reminded her of a lion, with his bold looks. She was under the mesmerizing spell of his eyes when…

"Yes?" He raised a curious brow at Clary, something she has yet to learn.

She snapped out of the spell and said, momentarily off guard, "What?" The boy smirked, clearly enjoying how awed she looked. "Wha- Who are you?!" She demanded, finally getting a hold of herself.

The boy didn't look like he was going to reply. As if he already knew her father would answer, "This is Jace Herondale. He's your newest challenger." Her father had come up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Clary blinked with disbelief. "You're kidding right? He's not even in uniform." The so-called-Jace was in a black t-shirt and jeans. He looked as if he were on his way to a friend's house, rather than a judo match.

"That won't be necessary. This match won't last long." He scanned his eyes over Clary, as if already planning a technique.

Clary's head felt like a train that was choo-choo-chooing its whistle, and as if smoke shot out of her ears and nose. She was about to escort him out when she noticed that he had already cruised by her. He knelt beside the sandbag and picked up a handful of sand. Completely ignoring the fact that Clary must have been the one to whack it off its bars, he said, "This version came out almost two decades ago and is covered in punctures."

"It suffices." Her father simply said.

Jace blew the sand off of his palm and shifted his gaze towards Clary. "And I suppose you are responsible for all of these holes and dents in the floor?"

Although it wasn't particularly something she should be proud of, she put her hands on her hips, held her chin high and nodded.

Jace snorted and let his fingers run back and forth on each other to release any leftover sand. "You really should have some control."

Clary really started to feel the fumes now. Her father caught her just as she lunged in his direction. "Excuse me?!" Her face red with embarrassment and anger. "Just who do you think you are, walking into our home and trash-talking someone you don't know?!" Clary was trashing around in her father's strong arms.

Her anger seemed to fuel his amusement. "This is what I mean when I tell you, you need some control." He laughed and added "Oh, and to answer your question," he leaned in close to her face. Again, those eyes grasping her attention, like a bear trap. She unwarily stopped trying to pry her arms free from her father's grip. "Jace Herondale." He made a clicking noise with his teeth that would have made any girl's knees water. He straightened and began to walk out the door, looking pleased with himself.

Clary fumbled out of her father's arms. She pointed her finger at him, even though his back was to her. "Jace Herondale!" She shouted. He looked over his shoulder. "Prepare yourself! I, Clarissa Fairchild, accept your challenge! And you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

Jace grinned, probably taking her for a fool. "Great, I look forward to it." And with that he stepped out of the room. The second his heel was out of the room, she slammed the door shut. Her fingers were clawed and stiff by her sides. She was breathing heavily with frustration, still staring at the door.

Her father approached her cautiously, as if she were a ticking bomb. He placed a hand on her tense shoulder. "Clary, honey, I think you need to calm down.

Clary clenched her fists. "Calm down?" She whirled on him, revealing a beastly, angry expression. Her left eye twitched twice as she shrieked, "I'M COMPLETELY CALM!"

Her father pulled his outstretched hand to his chest, suddenly feeling small. He chuckled nervously and gave a shaky smile. "I can…see that…" He scooted around the fire-breathing beast and slipped silently through the door, as Clary was still staring at where her father was five seconds ago.

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Clary, with much determination, stomped out of the house to the backyard. Everyone was there. Like, everyone. People, more than usual, had gathered to watch the match. It's been a while since she had fought with someone younger than twenty. She slowly made her way down the steps and people cheered. Jace was sitting on a chair, right behind his starting place. His leg was over the other and elbow propped up, fingers spread across his temple. He looked bored and ready to yawn. He saw her move to her staring place and he rose slowly.

"You decided to show up. For a second there, I thought I sent you crying in a corner." Jace smirked. He didn't seem the slightest bit of nervous. It made Clary want to pinch his ear and yank it off. Anyone would feel a twinge of anxiousness having a match in front of so many people, yet he acted like no one else was there. It was inhumane.

"Don't get too cocky, or I might be the one to send you crying." Clary shot back at him.

His lips curved even higher. "You're sounding a little doubtful. Do I frighten you?" Clary heard a faint oooo sound from the audience.

It must be his technique, Clary thought, to try to make his opponent feel small. Well, unfortunately for him, she doesn't care about what he says. "Not at all, Goldilocks." For a second, Clary thought she saw him clench his hands, but the look on his face was indeed deceiving. "How much are you willing to bet?"

Jace replied with, "Five thousand dollars."

The whole crowd burst with gasps and cheers. Five thousand?! Clary felt a bit of uneasiness. He really looked serious about it. Clary wasn't sure if he had a whole stache of money, or he was absolutely sure he was going to win. She never had bet nearly this high before. If she were to lose this bet…

"You can do it, Clarissa!" "You got this, girl!" She heard words of encouragement from the excited crowd. Almost like flipping a switch, she flipped her mind around. Yes, that was it. She had to see the positive sides of this situation. She was letting Jace's words get to her. She's been undefeated for three years, five with kids her age. Clary could finally earn enough money to afford a vacation for her mother. And plus, she really wanted to tear Jace apart.

"Deal." Clary said with a surprisingly even tone. The crowd roared with cheers.

Jace sheared through the crowd's noise. "Don't be nervous, Clarissa. If you lose, you don't owe me any money."

It was her turn to be cocky. "No need for that. It's what makes this a fair match."

For once, Jace was silent. He stepped into his starting place and beckoned Clary with his hand. Clary resisted the urge to growl at him. Her father was the referee. He said to Clary, "You don't have to do this, you know. You can always back out."

Clary closed her eyes, as she always did before a match and smiled. "That's out of the question." Valentine hesitated for a bit, but eventually waved the flag to begin the match.

Clary shut out the crowd completely and focused on any nearby sounds…but heard none. Confused, she peeked out from an eyelid. An equally dazed Jace was still standing in his starting place. He looked like he was going to laugh, but was suppressing it. "What are you doing?" He asked. Clary was getting lost already in this game. Usually her opponents would charge at her right after the flag came down.

"Uhh…" She said glancing around awkwardly.

"You didn't call me out here to go to sleep, did you?" Jace said impatiently.

"Not at all." Clary replied and lunged forward.

Her fist was an inch from his face when he grabbed it suddenly and flipped her over. She landed hard on the ground and rolled over twice. She heard the silence of the crowd. She stared in disbelief at the ground. A mere two seconds. I lasted two seconds. Clary wasn't sure when the crowd started cheering and chattering about Jace. She saw a shadow cast on the ground.

"Are you okay?" His hand didn't get to reach her. The moment she realized it was Jace's voice, she had flinched away. For a slight second, she saw hurt and sympathy in his golden eyes. She knew she wasn't going to forget that look, as if it were burned into her memory already. But he had closed his eyes and stood up. "As I said, don't worry about the money. Goodbye, Clarissa."

Her eyes were still wide with shock as Jace walked away out of sight. Then it hit her like a brick wall. She had lost. Lost her title, her pride. She was humiliated. She dared a glance at the crowd and saw a few sympathetic eyes and pouted faces. Clary looked at her father, who felt the worst for her. And on top of all of this…

Clary realized that Jace was gone. She stood up abruptly, cringing a little in pain. She sprinted for the gate and pushed through it. She was shocked to see a long, white limousine parked in front of her house. She saw a man shut a passenger door and made his way to the driver's seat.

Clary bolted forward, but it was too late. She heard the engine rumble. "Jace!" She cried out. The limousine drove off somewhere far away. Clary's knees buckled and her hands stung from catching her fall. They gravel on the road inflicted pain, like each one was a mini dagger, but she didn't feel it. Finally, she let the tears she had been holding in spill out.

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Three years later…

This is the day, Clary sprinted through the busy streets of Alicante. Her school bag bounced on her leg, which usually would annoy her, but not today. Nothing could spoil this day. She had been preparing for this moment for the longest time. All of the studying and training and fighting had led her to this. She had aced the Proficiency Exam and was awarded a large scholarship to Alicante Academy; one of the most prestigious private high schools in the country. She had been accepted into a class of six with special privileges, for instance, coming late or having lunch whenever they wished. Her parents had to basically scream at her to convince her to let them help pay for the tuition. Her relatives buzzed about how proud they were that she was accepted, but Clary didn't feel accomplished. There was only one thing she came here for.

Clary zoomed by the students, leaving a whoosh of air behind, Clary came to a skidding halt in front of the opened gates of Alicante Academy. She was huffing and puffing, but felt no exhaustion. She ran forward and saw five students with the same outfit as hers, silver and fancier than the normal Alicante uniforms. Clary felt people's eyes on her, but she ignored that. She stopped ten feet in front of the C.E. members. Four of them were staring agape at her. And the fifth one…

"JACE HERONDALE!" Clary shouted, even though he was fairly close by. For some reason, she had been itching to say that name out loud after three long years. He turned around.

Clary made a thin line with her lips to suppress a gasp. He's the same, but impossibly better. Perfect skin color. Perfect blond waves. Perfect body structure. And his perfect, luminous eyes, that were very wide at the moment. His lips parted in total surprise and Clary savored every second of it.

Clary reached into her bag and threw a stack of money at his feet. "Five thousand dollars." She earned every single buck that was thrown onto the floor, whether it was doing matches, gardening, or babysitting, she earned it all. Normally, any person would feel reluctant to just throw so many years of work down, but it felt like a relief to Clary. She lost that match, she owed a debt to Jace. But as if a boulder was risen from her shoulder, the burden was gone. "A no is a no. I made a bet and lost. Take it." Jace picked up the large stack and looked like he was weighing it. "Don't trust me? Count it. I triple checked it."

Jace looked at loss for words. But he wasn't staring unbelievably at the cash like the other C.E. members were, he was staring at Clary. To him, five thousand was something he could use as toilet paper, but for some reason, this stack of money…felt like more than money. After a while, he shook his head and smiled. He knew he couldn't convince her to take the money back. "You're as stubborn as ever, Clary. I suppose you were the one who shipped that sandbag to me yesterday?

Clary nodded (she couldn't believe the little devil actually sent her a new sandbag a long time ago, so, of course, she sent it back), but was a bit bewildered. "Clary?" No one has ever called her anything but Clarissa.

"Yeah." He looked distracted and reached out to play with her bouncy, red hair. Clary felt herself tense up a little.

"Jace?" She called out to him.

He stared into her emerald eyes and smiled. Clary almost instantly fell into the same spell of his eye like she had three years ago. Thankfully, he had directed her gaze to the people behind him. The one girl there gave a welcoming wave. "Clary, meet the C.E."

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Well, there you have it. That's the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it, there is more on the way. Now if you will excuse me, my butt is burning from sitting in one place to long. So please follow/favorite and review! If there isn't enough feedback, I may not continue this story…But I really want to! So please show support! Love ya'll!

~Beanie Wayland

P.S. Please tell me someone got my Avatar: The Last Airbender reference...