Hi Guys. My Name is Tanay.

I'm new to fanfiction all together. This is my firs fanfic ever, actually it's my first try at writing any story. SO constructive critisism is welcome along with corrections, ideas, flames. Pretty much anything you want to tell me. I'll listen (:

Ordinarily I won't bother with little letters however me being a noob and all I thought it appropriate. A little background info on me. My name is Tanay Smith. I'm pretty young. I really like reading; especially books such as Cassandra Clare, Lilith St. Crow, John Marsden, Lian Hearn, Darren Shan and Maria V. Snyder. I mostly like writing my own stories with characters from books. I'm Australian, however I thought the story would be more easily thought of if based in America/Canada so...

I'm not quite sure how this disclaimer thing works but what I have picked up is:

Disclaimer: All characters are property of Cassandra Clare author and creator of The Mortal Instruments series.

How'd I do?

Here's my story.

J Pov.

It's been almost 5 years. 5 years and I'm in a better place, than I have been.

It was hard not to let my mind wander when; I was laying left hooks into the punching bag. It's so natural. Too natural really. Should anyone really feel completely comfortable and at ease with the thought of beating the crap out of another human being?

It's sick and sadistic, but hey, so am I.

But shit, if I don't want Alec to lay off on the training, just for a week. To let my muscles recover from the tearing agonies of training for 10 hours a day 7 days a week 4 weeks a month 12 months a-you get the idea.

If you want to be the best, this is what it took. Training, training, training and more training. There was no time for distractions. And lord knows I ain't touching alcohol, I've sworn by it.

According to Alec the heavens forbid I have a jelly filled donut every once in a while. My lusting after 500 calorie sweets was interrupted by her entrance.

Far out, a man says he doesn't want to be distracted and a piece of ass like that walks in. Well shit what was I supposed to do now?

"Hey. HEY!" Alec said shouting in my face.

"Eyes on the prize, kid. I don't want to sound like a broken record but: if you want to win this next fight and get 15 grand; I suggest you stop eye-screwing the new girl, and start training harder." He was giving me that hard, cold look he wore when he was full-on training mode.

"Alec man, chill. I have been fighting my whole life. What harms it going to do if I have one night of fun?" I asked while watching the newbie walk into Robert's office.

Alec gave me the dirtiest look I've ever seen, and I've gotten a lot of them.

"A lot of harm Jace. Look, her names Clary, she came here from Toronto. She hates the city, she hates the rain, and she's smart, gorgeous, and way out of your league." He finished by turning away quickly, checking on the board.

"Hold up, out my league?" I asked jogging to catch to where he had wondered off to.

"Out of my league? Alec, there's no such thing. I'm Jace Herondale, the underground boxing champion. I have over 300 different girls phone numbers on one napkin." I laughed. Alec just smiled at me amusingly.

"And hey, look at this face." I wiped my hand across my sweaty cheek.

"Look at these abs." I raised my shirt across my abdominals to prove my point.

"Plus I've got a personality to challenge Tyra Banks. Man, I can get more ass than sparkly, fictional vampires." Alec was officially in stitches at my apparent lack of self control when it came to talking me up.

I am a lot of things; modest is not one of them.

Just then she walked out, Clary. She had fiery red lusciously curly hair reaching just below her perfectly curves and sized boobs. She had a heavy side fringe almost covering her left eye, until she ran her hand through it pushing it behind her head, where it would just fall back in place perfectly., and it was straight...how'd that work?

What? I'm a guy; I'm not one for hair stuff.

I'd always had a thing for long hair, but she didn't need it. One thing's for sure it wasn't a distraction from her perfect face; her cheek bones were pronounced at an angle I've never seen before, she had a soft button nose and these perfectly manicured arched eye brows like she was sceptical of everything, always asking questions. Which lead me to the most piercing pair of green orbs; they were framed with long, thick dark brown lashes around almond shaped eyes.

Her skin tone made her glow, she was this creamy soft colour sought of like a porcelain doll, only not creepy.

I averted my eyes to her feet, and to my surprise she was in a pair of low cut black and white chucks. My eyes travelled the length of her curved calves, up her perfectly sculpted legs were all the while covered by tight black skinny jeans. Showing off her perfect round ass.

From her waist up she was wearing this big baggy purple adiddas jumper. She was perfect.

She looked clean cut, devious and like she'd give you hell in an argument.

So she wasn't my type I liked short straight hair, dark brown mysterious eyes. And a girl I wouldn't have to work too hard to impress. She sure doesn't look like a bimbo, and boy, did I like bimbos.

Despite all that I saw wrong with her there was so much more that was right. The pros out-weighed the cons.

She was almost perfect, amazing. She was...leaving. Crap.

"Ummm, Alec?" I questioned anxiously looking towards the door. "Are we done here? I'd really like to get going."

"Hmmmmm. I guess. However if you want to leave early you're going to have to run more tonight. 5 kilometres too much?" he asked smirking. He really thought I would whine and bitch and refuse. Well he didn't know me as well as he thought.

"Yeah no problem. Later man" I shouted over my shoulder while simultaneously running out the door. I searched the parking lot quickly. Damn, missed her.

Well next time. Yeah definitely. I better get started on those 5 k's then. Ugh.

Heart pounding from the rushing blood. Head throbbing from the lack of oxygen. More than anything, the excitement form the adrenaline rush that running always gave me. I slowed to a jog, and turn the corner, slamming into something small, fragile and with a sailors mouth.

"What the frick?" She stammered backwards rubbing her already reddening forehead. "Ow, dude why don't you watch were you're freaking going? For god's sake man, what's your problem? You, are and idiot, a moron. Down right, brain dead-" her sentence cut off when she caught site of me. I was met with the dullest pair of grey eyes; dull eyes that showed nothing but lust.

"My goodness, I'm so sorry for getting in your way. I hope I didn't dent any of those big" Sigh "Ahhh, muscles" she smiled. Trying to recover her all ready tainted reputation with me.

I just smirked down at her. "Yeah don't worry about it." I said, making a note not to apologize after the harsh reaction, I thought was completely unjustified. Besides people don't treat me like that. Not if they like all their teeth.

"Well my name is Aline." She smiled through clumped lashes while putting her hand out to me like she was the queen and I was supposed to bow down and kiss it. Well stuff that.

"Hey, Jace" I responded nodding curtly and grabbing her "delicate" hand and shaking it roughly.

She was shocked to say the least. From the looks out of it, she thought she was a hot little thing. Now, she was pretty and definitely my type. Short jet black, dead straight hair just reaching her shoulders, petite body, skinny waist, minimal clothing. Yeah that's how I liked them. Usually.

Not today. Not after her. She had faded from my mind but as I was interrupted by this girl, she suddenly popped back in my head. I found myself comparing this Aline to Clary.

I think it's fair to say, Clary wins. Easy, if those legs of hers had any part in it, and they did. I'm a leg-man. Sue me.

"-so the place is nice, and cosy and maybe we could stop in there sometime." She finished smiling hopefully at me.

"Err yeah." Wait, what? Yes? To what? Shit.

"Awesome, here's my number" she scribbled a bunch of digits onto my palm with a pen from god-knows were.

"Call me" she winked and sauntered, I barely got 2 words in the end. "Yeah, we'll see." I laughed, yeah girls wanted me. Tell me something I don't know.

Thanks for reading guys. (: