Oh just look at his smug face, he thinks he was born into that presidency. And I definitely don't care who your mom is, you just want to ruin my chances of getting into Harvard. You even did this back in kindergarten when you brought in the governor to upstage my graduation speech. He winks at me during my silent monologue. Oh that smug little! You, Jace Herondale, are not going to —
"Isn't the presidency supposed to be decided by a vote?", Principal Lightwood remarked. Throwing his large hands around.
"Yes," Clary exasperated. "But we only have an even amount of members."
"How many?", he inquired.
"Two", they replied simultaneously.
"Well, why can't you both just be co-presidents?"
As soon as the principal uttered those words, he immediately regretted his decision, his mouth closing up quickly.
"What!", the two teenagers shouted in unison. They both stood up from their chairs, wildly.
"I have participated and been placed in more tournaments than he has."
"I have raised more money for this entire school and program, including that lovely building across the way."
"Oh no, no, no. You don't get to use your mother's money to buy your way to the top."
"Shouldn't Mr. Starkweather be handling this?", the principal inquired.
"Usually, but he said that if he made the final decision, it would make tension in our club," Clary added.
"Fine, then no president, I don't give a damn," Mr. Lightwood decided.
"No president??!!", the high schoolers yelled.
"Just get out and talk to Tessa or something."
Tessa was the guidance counselor who was the two kids savior, she listened and had candy.
Clary stood up from her seat first and sped down the hall. Jace was quick to follow. Jace's long form raced in front of Clary's smaller one, but she was determined to beat him. They could make a competition out of anything, even walking to class. The teenagers weaved their way through the school campus, hasty to stay ahead of the other. Just when it was looking bleak for the redhead, she jogged foreword.
Racing into the front office, Clary made it first to Tessa's room and knocked on the dark wood door. A smug look inched itself onto her face and she looked up at him proudly. The blond crossed arms over his chest and shook his head, his golden hair flying around.
Just when Jace was about to make a sly remark, Tessa's dark head poked out of her door.
"Hey Clary, come on in" she smiled.
Before the redhead turned inside, she smirked at the blonde standing above her. He rolled his eyes in response.
"Principal Lightwood knows that we're both out to get each other", Clary huffed whilst blowing a strand of scarlet hair from her face.
"Maybe he thinks that you both will be taught a lesson from this", Tessa suggested.
"What purpose would that serve, we both hate each other and can't agree on anything", Clary grumbled and lifted the lid off the candy jar to access the sweet delicacy inside.
"Well for starters, you both hate the arrangement", Tessa grinned.
The brunette was received with a blank look in response.
"You're one of the presidents, why don't you just write that on your little application and send that off to Harvard. Can't you just be happy with that?"
Since Clary's mouth was stuffed with candy, she could only shake her head.
"Ok, let me rephrase that. What does your heart want?"
Clary rolled her eyes, "My heart is a muscular organ that pumps blood through my body and although romanticized, has no effect whatsoever on my love life."
"Speaking of your love life, who have you asked to prom?", Tessa inquired.
"Oh that's easy, I'm not going."
"What do you mean? Do you think at your age that I just waited around for some guy to sweep me off my feet? No!"
And Jace should know, his uncle Will was happily married to Tessa. But she was the one who made the first move.
"The only good skill I have is arguing with people, and that's not what people want in a relationship", Jace blurted.
Tessa continued, "If you show up at that dance wearing a nice tux, you will be swamped by more ladies than that guy on that sexist TV show I can never remember the name of. It has that bachelor in it…."
"The Bachelor?", Jace inquired with a smirk.
Tessa gave a simple nod.
"But, what is even the point of having a relationship in high school. So what if you're in love; you both wind up at different colleges and it was all a big waste of time and energy", Jace countered.
"Well then why would you take calculus when you're not going to become an engineer?" Tessa replied. "Calculus give you tools."
"So you want me to focus on being a better gentlemen?", Jace asked.
"No, you…..yes. Forget Yale, focus on become a better gentlemen."