So this is my first fanfic! I hope it isn't lame or cheesy or it seems cliche. Enjoy Chapter one!:)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Mortal Instruments, or any of it's characters. That all belongs to the wonderful Cassandra Clare.

Clary was in art class, her last period of her school day and her favorite subject in school. She loved it because one: she was an artist (just like her mother), two: she loved her art teacher, and three: she loved how when she painted, the world around her seemed to fade away. It was the last day of college before spring break, and Clary couldn't be anymore psyched.

The loud shriek of the bell rung, meaning the school day was over. Everyone around her was hastily getting out of their seats, cheers and hoots erupting from excited students. Clary –biting her lip and focusing on the finishing touches of her painting– sighed. She really wanted to finish her painting before the break to give it to her boyfriend, Sebastian. It was a portrait of the both of them, him staring lovingly in her eyes while she was doing the same.

Her art teacher Madame Dorothea told Clary she could take it and finish it at home, but she didn't want anyone seeing it, especially her roommate Isabelle Lightwood. So, Clary just told her that she would leave it in the classroom and finish it when they came back from the two-week break.

She gathered all her belongings in her bag, swung it over her shoulder, and left the classroom to meet up with her guy best friend, Simon. The university wasn't as crowded because all the students rushed in their cars and left, probably to go to a frat party or the beach.

She was supposed to meet Simon at the vending machine near the bathrooms at the school quad, but stopped abruptly as she half-turned a corner and saw her boyfriend, Sebastian, shoving his tongue down a blonde bimbo. Her heart pounded roughly in her chest, and she felt pain and rejection. She turned back around the corner and started to lightly sob. She walked the other direction –away from Sebastian and the girl– and texted Simon that something came up and to meet her in her dorm room.

Clary quickly walked away, trying not to show the other few bystanders her red puffy eyes. She ducked her head and walked quickly until she bumped into a well-built shoulder. Her bag dropped, dumping her pens and pencils out and her private sketchbook. She bent down to pick up her supplies but bumped heads against another one. She brought her hand up to her forehead muttering a painful "ow" and heard a deep voice saying "shit." Clary looked up to see a blond boy with gold colored irises that she found rather odd, but interesting.

Jace just finished up with another one of his customers. Her name was Haley he thought, or maybe it was Hannah. He wasn't sure, but he didn't really care. He zipped up his jean zipper.

"Thanks for a good lay," he said.

He left the janitor's closet without looking around the hallway for any other students passing by. He didn't really care if anyone saw him coming out of the janitor's closet. They all knew he slept with more than half of the girls in the school.

He turned left down the hallway, then right, and bumped into someone fairly short and small. He was feeling in a good mood, so decided against saying something rude and bent down to help the redheaded girl pick up her belongings. As he bent down to retrieve the items he bumped heads with the girl. "Shit," he muttered and looked up to the petite girl. She was holding her forehead with the palm of her hand. He looked at her face, or rather her green eyes, and saw that around them they were red and puffy. She obviously had been crying. He sort-of felt bad for her but couldn't hold back a witty comment.

"Whoa, what happened to you? And I know I'm incredibly handsome, but you're staring is kinda starting to freak me out."

What an arrogant, cocky boy, Clary thought.

"It's none of your business, and I wasn't staring," she replied. "And anyways, you hurt my head."

"Well so did you. Anyways, I don't believe we have met. I'm Jace Herondale. And you are?"

"No one. Now if you excuse me, I have to go to my dorm room."

As Clary finished packing her things up and standing, walking away from Jace, he grabbed her elbow and she turned her head, getting even more annoyed by Jace and wanting to get out of there. He was about to say something before Clary erupted him.

"What?! Get out of my face before I punch your face."

Jace chuckled at her, earning a death glare from Clary.

"What?!" Clary asked.

"I highly doubt you could even punch a teddy bear, let alone me."

All of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain on his left jaw. Ow. Now that actually hurt.

"You punched me! You actually punched the Jace Herondale."

"Well you were annoying me and not leaving me alone. But thank you, though."

"For what?!"

"I was having a crappy time right now and punching you actually helped."

Jace was getting pissed with this spitfire. One, she actually punched him, but two, she didn't even try flirting with him. Maybe she's not into guys, he thought.

"Ugh, I hate him, I hate Sebastian!"

Okay, so she's straight. That still didn't explain why he didn't find him attractive. All the girls did. They all wanted him. Wait, she was the one who was dating Sebastian. Jace never met Sebastian's girlfriend, but the way he described her made her seem like a prude.

Clary couldn't believe she practically told a stranger about her "love life," well sort of. She had to get out of there. Clary hastily walked the opposite way of Jace. Her hand stung like a bitch and so did her arm but she remained stoic. Well, apart from her red puffy face. Once she thought about it, though, she actually felt good for yelling out that she hated Sebastian, but she felt bad for punching Jace. She hesitantly turned back to apologize to Jace, but he wasn't there. She huffed and left the school building and walked to her dorm room.

Jace wasn't that angry that a girl had punched him. He actually found it kind of hot, and she was a pretty good puncher. His jaw will most definitely bruise up later, unfortunately. He went to the university's parking lot and hopped on his black motorcycle and sped away to his apartment that was close to the college. He could've lived in a dorm room, but he didn't want to share it with someone else. He wouldn't be able to bring girls over a lot and what if he got paired with a geek or a pervert. He shuddered at the thought. He arrived at his apartment, went up the flight of stairs, unlocked his door that had a number 37 on it, and went to his freezer and got an ice pack for his jaw.

Clary arrived at her dorm room still thinking about Sebastian cheating on her, but also surprisingly Jace. Her eyes were watery but she refused to cry. She unlocked the door to her dorm and saw Simon sitting on the couch watching an old anime show called Fruits Basket. She laughed lightly and rolled her eyes at her geeky friend. Just seeing him made her feel all better. He finally looked up at her and noticed her puffy red eyes.

Simon got up immediately and went to Clary, holding her face between his hands and asked caringly, "What's wrong? Was it Sebastian? It was Sebastian, wasn't it? God, I'm gonna beat the living daylights out of him."

Clary laughed again at her best friend. She loved how he was protective over her. Like the brother she never had. Simon stared at her with concern and she just wrapped her arms around him.

"Oh, Simon. I love you, but I doubt you could beat Sebastian up… but… yeah. It was Sebastian. I caught him cheating on me with some blonde bitch and I'm just really angry!"

Simon chuckled a bit and Clary laughed along with him while he was stroking her red hair. He kissed the top of her head.

"Well are you okay? I know you really liked him, but he wasn't good for you. But you didn't deserve what happened to you, you know that, right?"

Clary shrugged her shoulders. She just hugged Simon tighter and then loosed her grip, kissed his cheek, and went to her room to put her book bag down. She came back to the living room and saw Simon sitting on the couch, waiting for her.

"So do you want to talk about how you're feeling or want to watch Fruits Basket with me?" he asked.

She sat down next to him on the plush leather couch, grinned at him, and pushed his left shoulder with her right hand. She winced and pulled her hand back down, realizing it was the hand she used to punch Jace in the face. Jace, she thought. Why was she feeling like this towards someone, an arrogant playboy? Whenever she thought about him or even said his name in his head, her heart beat a bit faster, and she couldn't get those tawny eyes out of her head. She really wanted to draw those eyes, no needed to. If she did, it'll probably get them out of her head.

"Clary, Clary? Did you hear me? Hello?" Simon waved his hand in front of her face trying to get her attention back to him to answer his question.

"Hmm?"

"What happened to your hand?" Simon asked, his voice full of concern.

He gently picked up her bruising hand, examining it carefully. He then looked up into Clary's eyes, waiting for her answer.

"I punched someone," Clary confessed.

"Really?! I mean, really?" Simon tried to act nonchalant and not excited that his friend punched someone, even he never punched anyone before.

"Please tell me it was Sebastian. Please?" He asked. He wanted it to be Sebastian because one: she broke Clary's heart, whether she loved him or not, and two: he wanted to punch Sebastian but the truth was, he was nervous about punching someone, and he would be especially nervous if he punched someone like Sebastian.

"Unfortunately, no. But you know what, I'm over him. I'm actually kind of glad he cheated on me. I was going to break up with him anyways… sooner or later," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. Simon gave her a dubious look. She sighed.

"Okay, so maybe I'm not too thrilled about being cheated on by my only boyfriend that I ever had– ex-boyfriend, I mean. But it's a part of life and I have to move on, right?"

"Right, and I will be with you every step of the way," Simon said and

smiled at Clary. Clary could see the care in his eyes, and she was glad that she was lucky to have someone like Simon. She thought she saw something else in his eyes, but he stood up and went to the kitchen, coming back with an ice pack for her hand. He handed it to her and she smiled in return. The two sat quietly on the couch together watching the anime show, Clary leaning her head on Simon's shoulder.

They were watching the show and getting really into it, but were disrupted by the door slamming shut. Both Simon and Clary turned their heads up at the same time and right away noticed Isabelle –Izzy– carrying loads of bags from designer clothing stores.

"A little help here, please, guys?" Izzy asked.

They both got up from their comfortable position on the couch and grabbed the heavy bags and placed them in Izzy's room.

"The rest of the bags are in the car, if you guys were wondering," Izzy hinted towards her two best friends, well more like to Simon. Simon raised his hands up as if he were surrendering.

"I'll go get them."

He walked out the door and closed it leaving the two roommates alone to talk.

"So are you excited for the party tonight?" Izzy asked.

Right. That party. The one that Sebastian is hosting. Gosh, he doesn't even know that I know that he cheated on me. What the hell am I going to do?

"I'm sorry, Izzy. I don't think I'm gonna go tonight. I'm not feeling that well."

Izzy rolled her eyes at her friend. She knew something was up with her.

"Okay, what's going on?" Izzy asked.

"Nothing's wrong, Izzy. I just have a really bad headache, and I don't think it's a good idea for me to go out tonight." Clary finished her excuse with her scratching on her nose.

"Okay, now I know you're lying. The nose itch."

Clary just looked at Izzy with confusion on her face. She actually did not know what she was talking about.

Izzy noticed Clary's confusion and said, "Whenever you're lying, you scratch your nose. I picked up on it a while back when you told me that it was Simon who ate my last cinnamon roll, but I clearly saw you in the kitchen eating it."

Clary's face heated up. Did I really scratch my nose after I told a lie? Man, I need to stop doing that. Well, at least with Izzy anyways. But that cinnamon roll was so delicious. Clary thought back to the cinnamon roll, craving some right that instant.

"Now spill," Izzy demanded, breaking Clary's food thoughts out of her head.

She sighed, and decided that she should tell her best friend what happened just 40 minutes ago.

"I caught Sebastian making out with some blonde chick. So, I don't feel like going to a party where I will have to see him and probably the chick he was with," Clary explained for like the umpteenth time.

Izzy's face had softened with a look of pity towards her friend. Clary didn't like being pitied. She didn't like feeling weak like how she looked. Izzy went towards her and enveloped her in a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry, Clary."

Clary hugged her back for a bit before she couldn't breathe, and tightly said, "Izzy. Can't. Breathe."

"Oh, right. Sorry," Izzy said while released her friend and put each of her hands on Clary's shoulders. "I'm so sorry he did this to you, Clary. You didn't deserve this. And we will make him pay." Izzy stated with such fierceness in her voice.

"Oh, no. This isn't going to be good, is it?" Clary hesitantly asked her best friend.

"Hell no." Izzy replied with a malicious smile.

So that was the first chapter of Heartfelt Lovers. I might decide to change the story title because I'm not so sure I like it for this story or if it is any good. If you guys have any title suggestions, I will be more than grateful to see what they are. Anyways, review and follow please? I will also try to update every other day. :)