Hello there! Thanks for reading my new fanfiction. It's my third one, so I'm hoping that I have picked up some tricks to make the story more inviting and gripping. For those of you who have not seen 'Tre metri sopra il cielo' or 'Three Steps above Heaven' (it's an Italian love film, its good, I suggest that you watch it), it is about a good girl who falls in love with the bad boy. Cliché, I know. But after I watched it I thought that it is a similar situation to Jace and Clary. Just to make things easier to keep track of, I'll put a list of the characters and how they relate.
Jace – Male protagonist
Clary – Female protagonist
Isabelle – Clary's best friend
Sebastian – Jace's best friend
Alec – Jace's brother
Simon – Clary's boyfriend
Maia – Clary's little sister
As usual, Jocelyn and Luke are Clary's biological parents, and Robert and Mayrse are Jace's. Got it? Ok, let's begin.
Jace's POV
When I was younger, I never believed that my life would turn out like this. I never would have thought that I would be out almost every night, drinking and partying I would never have dreamed that I would be the toughest guy around, and that all the girls would fall for me. I never knew that I would break all of their hearts, one by one. That's my life, the life of Jonathon Christopher Wayland (A.N. I thought Wayland was a more badass name ) or Jace as my friends call me. I was a good kid, I guess, when I was younger. I went to school, did my homework, and passed my exams. But it was then that I realised that I was sick of doing the same things. I didn't want to go to school, and then on to university, and then on to work until you die. It wasn't until I almost died that I felt so alive. You're probably wondering what my near death experience was. It was when one of my older brother's friends let me borrow his motorcycle. The feeling of the wind in your hair (I never wore a helmet); the power of the metal beast beneath you was surreal. I was in this adrenaline state when the truck came around the corner and I ploughed straight into it. There must be a God, because I only broke several ribs, an arm and a leg. After spending weeks recovering, I went back on the bike which sparked a passion for riding. I learnt quickly and after much consideration and pleading, my parents bought me a motorbike of my very own.
I have to tell you, I was thrilled. I loved the feeling that I owned something like that, it made me feel older, more mature. I was driving around New York when I saw a girl I had previously met at one of those summer camps parents force kids in to. We got talking when a group of guys, much older than I was, came over and started pushing me around, hitting and punching me. There was a huge barrage of pain and I dimly heard the girl screaming at them to stop, but I couldn't be sure that it was her. After what seemed hours, those bastards stopped and left me bleeding and semi-conscious in the road. They stole my bike so I was forced to walk home in the cold and in the dark of the night. When I finally got home, I attempted to sneak past my parents but no such luck. My mother panicked and rang the doctor while my dad stood there staring at me, his eyes unreadable. After that, I made a vow to never let anyone push me around again so I began to train and work out. This routine worked well, I was soon muscular and strong. My father was proud but my mother was concerned that I would be getting into fights. Alec, my older brother, warned me that victims of violence often become the instigators of violence, but I never paid any attention. Looking back, I should have listened from the beginning.
But that wasn't the main cause of my rebelling and attitude change. That came about when I discovered that my mother was cheating on my father. I flew into a rage and beat the man into a pulp. I was forced to go to court and was told that if I received one more charge, I would be sent to jail. I soon discovered that I could never go back to the life that once was. My mother divorced my father and left him heartbroken and with two sons to look after. Alec graduated with high honours and ended up with a hot shot job at an advertising company or some shit. I never went back to school, I turned to only thing that had some spark in my life, motorbikes. I moved in with Alec in his apartment, he didn't care what time I came in, or who with, just that I wasn't sleeping in street. So there you go, that's the reason that I'm like this. The reason that I ride around town, the hooligan of the night. The reason that I have to beat people up just to show my worth. The reason that I'm riding with Sebastian, my closest friend, to see a guy who was behind on his payments. The reason that I grab him and head-butt his face over and over again.
So there you go. The sad beginning of my life. And how it made me what I am. And it was always like that, there was no meaning, just me having fun and not being pushed around. It was like that, until I met her.
What did you think? I hope that you all liked it. Please R&R and as always, I'm ready to hear any constructive criticism you guys have. Hope that you do review, it can be inspiring to know that other people like the stories that I write. Thank you!