A/N: Hey guys, so please rate and review, if you guys like it I will continue, if not, I probably will anyway.

Please be nice it's my first FANFIC

In the midst of a summer fling was when Jace realized that this was no ordinary fling, but that he felt something deeper, something more resembling love than anything else.

He didn't mean it, and he didn't want to hurt the girl, but in fear of losing her anyway he pushed her away. It was not when he pushed her away, when he blatantly ignored her did she ever give up, for what he didn't know was that in her heart she was feeling a love for him too.

In the months of summer they grew close, and when school rolled around Jace expected to go back to his old ways. But along the course that didn't happen, their fling turned into a relationship and Jace wasn't prepared for that, he wasn't prepared for so much feeling.

He knew the girl, had seen her before. But she had never shown as an interest to him, she hung out with a nerdy rat looking boy, and some other chick that had braids for her hair.

When they were paired together Jace wanted nothing more than to get away, it was hard to make small talk with someone that has no interest in you and you none in them.

The second time they were paired together, his mothers doing, he found himself irresistibly drawn to her. Find excuses to touch her or rub against her, to get close enough to smell the grapefruit and jojoba smell of her hair.

Jace knew no one could resist him, and that was part of his cocky attitude, but with her, she resisted, didn't give in when he made tries at her, she even flat out rejected her when he offered to take her to dinner, insisting that she didn't know him.

It began when he had to help out at his mother art gallery, the girl, the object of his obsession, was interning there, Jaces mother had called him in to help with the invitations to the new exhibit, and turns out she was helping too.

FLASH BACK.

Jace was lounging on the couch at home, watching T.V. on the huge plasma when his mother called, he jumped over the back of the black leather couch, picking the cordless phone the cradle that held it.

'Hello?' He asked.

'Jace, I'm glad your home. I need you to come to the gallery, I have a swamp load of invitations that my intern isn't going to get finished on time,' she stated. Damn, he thought, he really couldn't be bothered with going anywhere.

'And what do I get out of it?' his voice showing his clear detest of having to go out.

'The satisfaction of helping you dear old mother,' Jace mulled over it for a second, opened his mouth to respond when his mother said, 'Jace I wasn't really asking, get your butt down here.' And with that she hung up.

Jace stared down at his body he didn't think his mother would appreciate if he showed up in just a pair of track pants. He jogged up the steps, made his way down the hall and into his bedroom, second door on the right, really the only bedroom with a view of the street. His room was bear, except for his bed a few books and a few essentials in his bathroom. He pulled on a black t-shirt that tight that if it was any smaller he would probably die from loss of blood, but it showed off his muscles good, switching his track pants for jean, sliding his phone and keys in to his pocket and setting off the way he had came.

Grabbing his black leather jacket and locking the front door he set off in an east direction, his mothers gallery wasn't that far away but it was still a half hour walk.

When he arrived at the three story mostly glass made structure, holding the door for a few bustling clients, he gave a flirtatious smile and walked inside greeting Rita the receptionist, she wasn't ugly, just a little old, middle thirties with obviously bleached white hair, she usually wore bright colours with a lot of rings and necklaces that Jace didn't find all that attractive, but he still gave her his women eating smile and made his way up the iron spiraling stairs to the second floor where his mother office would be over the back behind all the art works.

'Mother, I have arrived,' he made his entrance into her office with a sweeping bow.

'Good now, on the third floor in the spare of is where she is folding the invitations, I would like it if you would be civil and help her,' Celine, his mother, didn't even look up from whatever she was searching for in the mess of paper work on her desk.

He retreated as quickly as he'd entered and once again took the iron stairs, two at a time, to the spare office on the third floor full of master pieces.

Approaching his mother's intern he found her sitting in the middle of the near empty office, the walls a cream lace wall paper, with the west facing wall a wall of glass and the sun starting the setting process. She sat cross legged a pile of invitations in front of her, she wore a tailored black blazer with the sleeve pushed to her elbows, a silk emerald button down blouse, with black skinny jeans, army boots that sat behind her, he gasped at the flaming mess of red curls billowing down to her waist.

He leant against the door way and coughed, she squealed and looked up scrambling to her feet, her eyes matching the colour of her blouse.

'Hi, I'm Jace,' He extended his hand; she shook it sending tingles up his arm. She was slender, skinny legs that looked like they would break like a twig, a fragile frame. Funny, he'd never noticed thing like that about girls before, 'My mother sent me to help you?'

'Oh, well we are putting invitations for next Saturdays exhibit in to their envelopes,' She stared at him for a second before realizing she'd for got something, 'Oh, I'm Clary by the way.'

Clary, he would never forget that name.