A/N- Sooo this is my first fan fiction on this website and that makes really nervous. I don't really have a plan for this year, I just started writing and it poured out of me. So I am going to make an outline before I write the next chapter because that'll make life so much easier knowing where I am going with this! I hope you like this. Oh and there will be a little fluff and lemons(but not graphic) later. But you don't have to worry about that for a little while! I hope you enjoy :D

*Disclaimer- I DONT OWN ANYTHING D: unfortunately including Jace...*

"Clary, if you don't get out of bed right this instance I swear to the Angel I will dump this bucket of water on your head," I can vaguely hear Simon saying as I snuggle deeper into my blankets. He knew I wasn't an early riser, the opposite in fact. So why was he here at what felt like five in the morning threatening to drench me in the comfort of my own home. As I tried to figure it out in my head I realized why he was here. I bolt up out of bed, nearly smacking my head with Simons.

"Simon, I love you, but do you really think this is the best way to wake me up on the day of my fathers court hearing?" I ask incredulously. I glance at the clock and see it reads 7:30. I inwardly groan to myself asking the Angel why the judges and lawyers agreed on such an early hearing.

"I tried the loving approach before," he says with a sad smile, "But your redhead would not get out of bed. So I had to resort to threats, which always work might I add."

"Yeah, sure whatever," I snap at him. I am in a rotten mood because I had lost a good three hours of sleep let alone today my father is most likely going to be found guilty for murder. "Thanks for getting me up though Si. I don't know what I'd do without you," I add feeling guilty that I'd snapped at him. It really wasn't his fault the world seems to be pissing in my direction today.

"Okay, you shower and get dressed. I'll be waiting downstairs for you," he orders me. "But do hurry, I love your mom and all but once we get past how we are today and how the weather is looking my charms seem to run out."

"Sure thing, see you in a few," I sigh as he closes the door behind him. I rest my head in my hands for a moment before I get up to do as he ordered. I am nervous to go to the courthouse and have lawyers and witnesses repeat what I'd seen on the news almost everyday for the past six months. It is going to be humiliating.

I get out of bed and walk to my closet. I look in and push a few pairs of jeans to the side until I come to my limited dress collection. What sort of thing do you wear to an event like this? I immediately think black. My brain quickly shoots that thought down even though it feels like I might as well be attending a funeral. I look at the dresses again and decide on a dark purple sundress. I also grab a green cardigan and head to the bathroom that is across the hall between my mom and my rooms. I put the clothing down on the toilet seat and twist the knobs on the shower turning it up just to the right temperature.

I step in and let the hot water knead out some of the knots in my back. Breathe, I think to myself. You'll be able to get this no problem. It's not like I was on great terms with my father, especially after my parents divorced ten years ago. But watching the man that makes up half of your DNA being convicted as a murderer surely will mess me up a little. I find comfort that once the court case is over the gossip will stop and school will become as bearable as it ever could be. That's the worst part about this whole ordeal, going to school and facing the stares from my fellow peers. Their expressions scream things like 'daughter of a murderer' or 'careful, she might do around stabbing us just like daddy.' Simon is really my only rock in that hellhole. I couldn't ask for a better geek-best friend.

I step out of the shower and quickly I get dressed once I'm dry. I then mechanically pull the brush through my unruly red hair. I hope that today it will be curly and not frizzy. Once I finish, I bound down the stairs and nearly smack into my moms best friend, should be boyfriend, Luke.

'Hey kiddo," Luke smiles at me, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. "Big day today, huh?" He asks, his smile fading almost instantly.

"Yeah I suppose," I say somberly, "But I'm glad mom has you and I have Simon!"

"Sure thing kiddo," he says as he kisses the top of my head and walks down the hall in search for my mother. I walk into the kitchen to find Simon flipping chocolate chip pancakes, my favorite. I walk up behind him trying to dip my finger into the batter. He quickly flips around wearing a 'kiss the chef' apron and has a panicked look in his eyes as he holds up the spatula up in defense.

I burst into laughter just at the sight of him. "You.. are… the biggest… most lovable dork I know," I say between labored breaths.

"C'mon Fray," he says smiling, "you know better than to sneak up on me like that. Ever since I completed Bioshock I cant get a text message without jumping." That's the thing with Simon; he tends to make everything relate to his video games or his comics. He slides pancakes onto two plates and sits down next to me on the counter. We eat in silence, which isn't awkward. We've been best friends all of our lives so we don't always need to be talking. We enjoy being around each other, whether it's rambling about nothing of importance or sitting in complete silence.

I grab both of our dishes when we finish and place them in the dishwasher. My mom walks into the room and glances at both Simon and me before she quickly looks at the floor. "Right, well I guess it's time we head over to the court house," she mumbles to her shoes. She's upset about this whole situation and is really only in it for me. I still had a relationship with my father before this mess, no matter how rocky it was.

The car ride is short but awkward with the four of us dead silent. We get there just before 9:30 so we have to hurry. This is hard because of all of the paparazzi swarming around us. Once we make it in I sigh a breath of relief. But that calm doesn't last long when I hear some murmuring and then a laugh that sounds so heavenly and masculine. One that I could recognize anywhere.

I shoot a panicked look at Simon. His expression mirrors mine. We both turn to see a bunch of students standing huddled together and a teacher standing in front of them trying to do a head count. Only those aren't just any students, and that isn't just any teacher. They are my classmates in my junior class, and that's my AP econ teacher, Mr. Blackthorn. And that laugh that sent panic, annoyance, and desire through my body belongs to Jace Wayland.

A/N PLEASE REVIEW. That is if anyone reads this. I hope someone is. Because then I'm writing this and I'll have no one to fangirl over what happens with D: and that would be scary to see. Believe me it has happened before and it is a pretty sight. Well, lets see how Valentine's court date goes, why don't we ;D. Until next time my pretties!

~CM XXX

OhMYGosh I am mortified. I let so many mistakes slip through my fingers. I have just gone back and fixed them, but I am so sorry if I missed any!