A/N: Well this is my first fanfic, so please review and tell me what I need to work on! By the way the whole story will be in 1st person in Clary's POV

I was walking to first period when I saw him. He was walking out of the counseling office, schedule in hand, Then, I swear, he smiled and waved at me. And being the the dork that I am, I turned around to see if anyone was behind me. There wasn't. when I turned back around, he was walking towards me.

"Clary, Surprise!" he said.

"Jace, oh my goodness, what are you doing here?" The words came out, but I didn't recall saying them. I kept thinking this was a joke. That someone would pop out with a camera and we would all start laughing.

It didn't happen.

"Well," Jace snapping me back to reality, "my mom had to go to Paris to do business for a couple of years so she shipped me to my aunt Amatis's house to finish high school. Goodbye Mommy, hello Westlake High." He finished and shrugged, then he asked, "So how have you been?"

"Ok, nothing special," Except that Jace Wayland is standing in front of me right now, I thought, "So what classes did they stick you with?"

As he rattled off the list I was acutely aware of how hot he was. Like stop-in-the-middle-of-the-street-and-get-hit-by-a-car hot.

Just then the first bell rang

"So, I guess I'll be seeing you around," I said and started walking away.

"Will you?"

Those two words, I don't know why but they scared me to death. "Yeah, why not?" I said with a smile and started walking down the hall.

"Oh and Clary," I turned my head to listen, "You look good." He said it and smirked. I knew that smirk. It was the smirk that had always gotten us in trouble for the three months that we were stranded at camp in the middle of nowhere. The smirk that came all the way from Pennsylvania and was miraculously in front of me right now. Jace's smirk.

I first met Jace at a soccer camp in Truckee called Two River. So I know what you're thinking, soccer camp, in the middle of the woods, counselors fast asleep.

No.

Our days were so tiring that we WANTED to sleep. We had to train three times a day, go swimming in the rivers, and pretending to participate in the activities that they called "fun." My point is, no fooling around. But that didn't stop us from hanging out every moment we could. On the last day, we promised to call every weekend and e-mail every day, which we had kept true, up until a week ago when he'd told me he had a surprise, be he couldn't talk for a while. So I said okay.

Even though he said it would at least be a week, I would check my e-mail every day. If the phone rang, I was the first one to answer it. I felt rejected even though he said he would call me back. It seriously did not help my ego.

After my encounter with Jace, I went off to trig. It was a review day, so I finished my worksheet about halfway through the period and was just daydreaming about my bizarre day. Well actually, everything else was pretty normal. I had woken up late (as usual), eaten my Frosted Flakes, and driven to school

Then I saw Jace.

I hadn't given him justice. All these months I kept an image of his good looks in my mind, but I'd been totally off. He's even more gorgeous than I remembered!

DING-DING-DING

Oh great, I groaned. How was I supposed to concentrate with that utter gorgeousness in the room!