Author's Note: Hello readers, this is my first Mortal instruments Fanfiction and I'm really excited! I'm relatively new to writing fanfiction, and I have only written Divergent stories, so this is all new for me. I apologize in advance if any of the characters are ooc.

NOTE ABOUT STORY: This fan fiction is based off the movie "She's all that" I watched it for the first time last week and really liked it. While watching the movie, I kept placing Jace and Clary as the characters, so I figured "why not!" Just letting you know it is based off that movie if you see any similarities.

Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Instruments or She's all that

Narrator P.O.V

Jace Wayland was the school's front runner. He was class president, quarterback of the football team, captain of the soccer team, and school-wide heartbreaker. He was a lady's man who ran the school, and everyone knew it. He was worshipped by all walks of high school life, except one certain redhead and her clique of friends.

This girl was Clary Fray, art geek. She was a quiet, smart girl who hid in her brother Jonathon's shadow, him being Jace's best friend and all. Clary and Jace barely know the other exists, but will one bet change that forever?

Jace P.O.V

I woke up to the sun streaming thorough my open window. I took a moment to look at my bare white walls. All my friends had posters of sports, or dream cars, or dream women, but not me. I found the plain white comforting, after a day in my hectic life. Constantly having girl through themselves at me and being class president and leader of two teams can be tiring. Not to mention my dad always hounding me about grades and college.

With a sigh I get out of bed. I throw on a grey t-shirt, jeans, and my black Timberland boots. Grabbing an apple, I sling my soccer bag over my shoulder and head to my motorcycle. My parents are never home. Always at work or away on a business trip. I practically raise myself. Luckily football has ended, so I only have to worry about soccer.

I strap my bags to the bag and mount my bike. Time for another day in the life of Jace Wayland, I think as I take off.

Clary P.O.V

I wake up to ice cold water flowing over me and my brother, Jonathon's laughter.

"Jon," I say in a sweet voice that gets his attention, "you may want to get out,"

"Why would that be little sis?" he asks his voice wavering slightly. I grab the scissors off my work desk and hold them out to him.

"Because, I will chop off your white blond locks like I did in the first grade!" at that his dark eyes widen and he runs out. I just laugh and set down the scissors. Well, I guess I don't have to take a shower now! I think sarcastically as I walk into the hall bathroom. I stare at my freckled cheeks, my green eyes, and my damp red curls. I just sigh and begin to brush them out.

After brushing my teeth and throwing my frizzed out curls into a messy bun, I emerge from the bathroom and got to my room to change. I throw on one of Jon's old t-shirt that shrunk in the wash, and my favorite pair of paint splattered jeans. As I pull on my green converses, Jon pokes his head in my door.

"Are you going to drive yourself, or do you want a ride?" he asks, using my door as a shield from anything I was thinking of throwing at him. He knows me so well.

"I'll take a ride," I reply grabbing my bag. Our parents bought me a motorcycle for my seventeenth birthday, considering my dad loves them, but I never ride it to school. As little attention I draw the better. Being Jon's sister already makes that hard, considering he is Jace Wayland's best friend. I have no problem with Jace; I just don't appreciate how he treats the girls at our school. Like toys to be played with then discarded. That is why I try to keep my distance.

Grabbing an apple, I run outside to Jon's jeep. He races to school and as soon as we step out, we go our separate ways. Him to the jocks and meatheads, me to my nerdy friends, whom I love!

As I approach, I hands clamp over my eyes.

"Simon, we have been friends since we were three, I think I know how you smell, and what your hands feel like," I reply, continuing to walk forward. He just drops his hand and slings an arm around my shoulders.

"It's still fun to mess with you Clare-bear. You look gorgeous as ever in your paint splattered jeans and converses," he jokes as we reach the rest of our friends.

"Hey Maia, Jordan," I greet.

"Hello Miss Fray, don't your look ravishing," Jordan says.

"I already got shit from Lewis over here about my outfit, I don't need it from you Kyle," I reply.

"Whatever, anyways Clare, are you going to the party at Jace's in a couple weeks?" Maia asks as Jordan slings an arm over her shoulder. They have been dating for two years, since eighth grade, when Jordan brought her a rose and asked her to the 8th grade dance. Quite the hopeless romantic.

"No. I see enough of him when he's at my house with Jon," I reply.

"Exactly how much of him do you see?" Maia asks a twinkle in her eye.

"You just made me throw up in my mouth a little," I reply walking away.

"I second that!" Simon says as he follows me. We have first period together, so he always walks with me. When we enter the school, I see a cluster of girls, no scratch that Kaelie and the other cheerleaders, standing by a group of lockers. I knew those lockers. They belonged to Jon and Jace.

"Of course," Simon mutters as we walk by. Like every morning I just walk by and straight into first period calculus with Simon.

Jace POV

I get to school early and I just wait outside, relishing the silence and the warm spring breeze ruffling my blond curls. Then I hear the voices of my buds.

"Yo Jace! What's up?" my friend Sebastian Verlac asks as he approaches my bike with Alec

"Nothing, just chilling,"

"Listen, dude, Aline wanted us to tell you something," Alec says, his dark blue eyes troubled.

"What?" I inquire. Aline Penhallow is my girlfriend at the moment. We have been together for about a month. She's okay, but just the typical big-boobed cheerleader. She just so happens to be captain making us a 'power couple' as my sister, Izzy calls us.

"She wants to break up with you," Alec says.

"Girls don't break up with me Alec. I break up with them!" I say.

"Well, apparently this one is," Sebastian says with a smirk

"Fine. I was going to break up with her anyways," I reply. It was true. I was planning on doing it on Friday, after the soccer game.

Just then, something caught my eye. A flash of red. When I turned, I saw it was Clary, Jon's sister. I never really paid much attention to her. She was plain with her paint splattered jeans and sketchpads always nearby. But something about the way the sun shone through her red hair and her green eyes sparkled made me stare. I jumped when a tall, dark haired boy came up behind her and covered her eyes. When I looked closely, I saw it was Simon Lewis, her best friend.

She didn't even seem startled, but kept walking. Then he dropped his hands and slung an arm over her shoulder. I felt something stir my insides, but pushed it down. Sebastian was telling me something, or trying to.

"You were staring at Jon's sister. She is kind of cute huh?" he asked. Again I felt something stir my insides.

"Was not!" I reply.

"You totally were. Unless you were staring at Lewis, and that would be weird," Alec said.

"Anyways, I had a thought regarding the little artist," Sebastian cut in.

"What was that?" I reply.

"Are you up for a little… bet?" he asks.

"State your terms,"

"You have to makeover this girl and make her homecoming queen," he says.

"Easy," I reply thinking of how Izzy can work magic on just about anyone, and I had to admit, Jon's sister wasn't so bad.

"Tah, tah!" he continues waving a finger, "You must also make her fall for you,"

"Again easy! Have you seen me?" I reply a little insulted.

"Well it may be harder than you think. She doesn't even know you exist, or at least pretends you don't. When her friends talk about you she just rolls her eyes and zones off," Alec interjects. Well shit

"Do you take the dare?" Sebastian asks.

"What do I get if I win? And what do you get if I lose?" I inquire

"You get the numbers of my sister's model friends, and I get to ride your motorcycle for a week,"

I ponder this. On the off chance I lose, my motorcycle is like my baby and I don't want Seb riding it. But I won't lose, I'm sure of it!

"Yes. I will make Clary Fray homecoming queen and make her fall or me," I say shaking on it.

"What the hell is this about my sister?" I hear behind me. Shit.

Author's Note: First Chapter done! I hope you guys like it. Jace's plan will go into action next chapter, but will Clary blow him off, or fall into his trap?