"Look at him Jace," she sighed, her eyes following a white haired boy down the hall until he was swallowed in to the great flood of students. She turned to her best friend who was exchanging one text book for another in his locker. "He's perfect! He's smart, funny, and gorgeous."

"Clary please, I beg you for the love of the angle, stop" She smirked up at him. Due to her short stature she had to look up at most people, but Jace was 6 foot 4 and some people called him God like. He had golden hair that was long, curling around his ears, and piercing eyes that seemed to be gold colored when the sun hit then at the right angle. Most girls swooned over him; Clary knew that he was attractive but he just never seemed swoon worthy. "What? Does the fact that I'm talking about a male that is not you bother you?" He laughed but there was some other emotion that was on his face for only a second before it disappeared.

Swinging his backpack over his shoulder he said "No, your obsession with this boy is just getting, hmmmm what is the right word," he rubbed his chin is mock thoughtfulness "stalkerish" She laughed shoving him softly as they walked towards there next class. "I'm not a stalker, Jace. I just really like him. I think more than I have liked anyone in a long time."

"I know you do Clare."

"The problem though is that I don't know if he likes me. I mean like sometimes we talk and we always talk in Theatre, first period, but then I see him in the hall or whatever and he won't even look at me." She sighed as they tuned in their math class taking their seats in the front.

"Do you understand why I…I," she stuttered trying to find the right word

"Why you're acting so crazy?"

"I am not acting crazy, Jace!" He laughed as he pulled out his phone, obviously ending the conversation.

"You know Jace," Clary said after a couple of seconds, her voice dripping with sarcasm "There is this great new thing. It's called a notebook and studious people, who don't want to fail Algebra 2, use it to take notes on the lesson."

"See that's where you don't know me Red," he smirked knowing Clary's hatred for her nickname because of her red hair. "I'm not studious nor do I take notes. That's why I keep you around" Jace winked at Clary as she rolled her eyes and the teacher began droning on and on about statistics and probability.

"Hey," a voice whispered from behind Clary about half way through the class. Clary turned around internally praying that is was who she thought it would be. "Could you hand me my pencil Clary? I dropped it and it rolled under your desk," said Sebastian, a tall boy that Clary had been in love with for the last three months. She put on her cutest smile as she whispered back "Yeah of course," and leaned down grabbing his pencil "there you go!"

"Thanks" Sebastian said winking at her. She blushed as she turned back around, but she thought she saw Jace's jaw clench in disgust out of the corner of her eye, but when she glanced back over Jace was fully focused on the lecture.

The bell finally rang releasing all students to lunch. After gathering their stuff Jace and Clary, met their other friend, Simon and Isabelle, in the cafeteria. Simon was nerdy but in a chic hipster kind of way, wearing khakis and button down shirts with sweaters and large rimmed classes made him look smart and cute. Isabelle was on the opposite end of the spectrum. She was tall and dark; every guys dream and every girls nightmare. Her beauty was almost unreal to Clary as to everyone else. The two had always had a thing, but have never been official or exclusive.

They grabbed lunch and sat down at one of the tables by the large floor to ceiling windows. The large room was filled with noise as Clary sat down by Simon and across from Jace. Simon was Clary's oldest friend and since Isabelle is Jace's adoptive sister the group has become very close.

"So Clary," Isabelle said "How was math?" she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. The table broke into laughter, all of them knowing Clary's secret love.

"Guys will you please just shut up." Clary said glaring down into her salad.

"Oh lighten up Clare," Jace said touching her leg with his foot "We are just joking around." The laughter died down and filled with soft chatter about the day. "Oh! Clary I almost forgot," exclaimed Isabelle "I know a guy that is looking for a boyfriend and I thought that I would give him your number." Jace's grip on his fork visibly tightened but relaxed within seconds, leaving no trace of any anger.

"Ummm, I don't know Izzy." Clary said

"Why not Clary?"

"I just don't know…" she said quietly

"Come on Clar-"

"Isabelle if Clary doesn't want to you to give her number out, than you don't give it out." Jace said interrupted sharply. Isabelle rolled her eyes turning back to Clary. "What is the worst thing that would happen if he texted you."

"We could talk but then he would think I'm weird and then never want to talk to me again." Clary said in a rush

"or you two could talk and hit it off." There was a long pause and then Clary said what no one expected her to say "Okay go for. Give him my number."

Hi everyone! This is my first Fanfiction and I hope you enjoyed this super short first chapter. I kinda just put this out to get an opinion from people if I should continue writing or not. I really appreciate reviews and comments! Thanks for reading! –

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