My Name is Clary Morgenstern, 20 years old, supportive friends and amazing family. I have long curly red hair that sways down to my hips, my body is toned from dancing but I am pretty damn short!
I am currently in Uni learning Art and retaking my English.
That's where I met him.

Mr Herondale, 5 years older, with his longish curly blonde hair the body of a god. Safe to say I wasn't the only one with a crush on my English teacher, the girls in my class and throughout the whole building couldn't resist him. The unfortunate problem was he had a wife.
One that stay's at home living off her husbands money because she's too lazy to get off her arse, poor Mr Herondale is been taken for a mug.
It was different with me though, I knew he felt the same way, the looks he gives me the snarky/sexual comments he makes when no one else is there to hear.
The texts...

I know its wrong, god it is so wrong. Married and here I am bouncing every time he text's or every time he stares at me and smiles.
God damn him!
My mother always said 'what's life without a little risk Clary?'

If only she knew.

This is where I find myself laying down on my bed, going over and over his face in my head. Imagining his lips kissing my thighs.
'POP'
The noise of my phone receiving a text pulls me out of my erotic thoughts. Funnily enough he's just the person that texted me.

Report marking for 12 hours is leaving me somewhat depressed and lonely, I can always count on you little C to cheer me up again ;) x -J

I can just imagine his smirk over the phone. Snap out of it clary its not going to happen. Its moments like these I realise how right my subconscious is. Its never going to happen, between his wife and me been his student we have no chance. This goes way beyond lust or attraction, its like a can't breath if he's not talking to me or just been near me. The butterflies ahh Jesus well lets just say I would love to spray insect killer on those bastards every time I walked into his classroom.

Try looking in the mirror that always seems to help you :P x -C

Ah yes, you are correct there C, I feel much better already x -J

I'm glad to be of help, anything else you need just let me know x -C

Well there are a few things you could help with including my stressful time of need x -J

You have no idea.

Isn't that what you have a wife for? She's not living up to her marriage deal with you Herondale Get rid x -C

Haha! I know! she's a shit cook too! Women just aren't what they use to be ;) x -J

Cheeky bastard, so please do tell Herondale How are you? How was your summer? -C

It was boring, as to be expected. I've missed you x -J

Have you now? You should have just said, I could have come over and watched films with you and the misses? Threesome? Now there's a dinner and a show ;)x -C

What possessed me to say that?!

LMAO! I'm down for that ;) I don't think the 'misses' will be too thrilled though ;)x -J

Don't knock it, till you try it :P x -C

I wouldn't dare ;)x -J

Shame that, ill just have to go find myself another couple to terrorise in the bedroom. Do have a lovely night though ;) x -C

No Clary, don't do that :( Don't leave me :( x -J

Its alright, Ill pop over to the flat across mine, by the time you text back ill be done, doesn't last long if you get what I mean ;) x -C

Dear god I am been bold tonight. This sexual tension is becoming far too much.

Oh I have missed you x -J

You have already said that :P x -C

I mean it. x-J

Eroughhhh stop it Herondale! x -C

Stop what ;)? x -J

You know what! You can't say things like that and expect me to be okay! I haven't seen you in six weeks. You've been running off playing the domesticated house husband and iv been doing whatever the hell it is I do. Its not fair x -C

I am a domesticated house husband you are correct ;) I know Clary, but I have missed you. I wanted you to know that. You know how complicated this situation is :/ x -J

Only because of your obsessive cleaning disorder! Also no I have no idea how this 'situation' is because we have never even spoke about a 'situation' this is all very confusing. I'm off to bed ill see you tomorrow. Night.
Also iv missed you too. If it matters. x-C

We can talk tomorrow, I promise.
It matters more to me than you will ever know. Night Beautiful. xx -J

Erouuuuuuuugggggghhhhh! I throw my head onto the pillow and sit wallowing in despair for about half an hour.
What am I going to do? He wants to talk about the 'situation' tomorrow? What is the situation Clary? Your in love with your English teacher. That's going to go down well I'm sure. He called me beautiful, as he always does but even after all the times he said it, the feeling always comes back with the butterflies. Why me? why did this all have to be so complicated. Putting my phone on charge and back on the side I decided I'm going to need my sleep for tomorrow nice little 'chat'
Fuck.