Heyo! So i realised i totally snaked you guys and put up a fake chapter. Haha. The truth is that I had the idea for this fic before i actually had any ideas for a chapter, and i know this one really sucks, but hopefully they're better in the future. This was more of a filler chapter.

Anyway I'm really sorry but please don't give up on me just yet. I'm sorry again. \

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Jace Herondale owned the school.

Not literally. That would be weird. But in a sense he did own the school. Of course, it was only because he was insanely attractive and great at sports. But that was beside the point. The point was that Jace Herondale loved his life. He had it all set out: Scholarships were pouring in, and he had all the girls.

He didn't get attached. It was too much work. He was more of one-night-maybe-two-if-i-really-like-you kind of guy. It was easier that way.

He had the same routine everyday. The teachers stopped complaining about his lateness after grade 9, because they knew he wouldn't change. He walked into class, maybe five to ten minutes late, sat down without caring, and payed attention. Yea, he payed attention. Just because he was a "bad boy" didn't mean he got bad marks. Jace wouldn't get a single scholarship if he wasn't getting good marks, no matter how good he was at his sport.

He knew his school, he knew his classmates by name- even if he pretended not to to some of them- and he was fine with it. Jace thought his life was perfect.

Until he walked into his second period class on the first day of Senior year, and noticed someone. Really noticed. She sat in the second row, her red hair in a half-hearted bun. Freckles splashed across her nose and cheeks like paint splattered on a canvas. Her eyes were the most brilliant thing he'd ever seen, yet she wasn't looking at him. She was talking to the brown-haired boy sitting next to her, pointing to something on his page, he lightly chuckled and wrote something, causing her to stifle a laugh behind her had. No one noticed Jace as he walked in but he was aware of Isabelle Lightwood's gaze on him as he sucked in a breath and sat next to her.

He broke his gaze away from the red-head and looked at Izzy. "Who is that?"

"You don't know her? Clary Fray?" Jace shook his head. "She's been in your english class for the last three years. Oh, she's also known for her amazing talent in art, her athletic ability, and mostly for hating you."

He whipped his head around to face one of his closest friends. "What?"

Izzy opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the teacher, who had obviously caught them talking.

"Mr. Herondale, Miss Lightwood. Would you like to share?"

"Not really."

"Then please refrain from talking until the end of the class."

He turned and Izzy made a face at his back.

"Real mature, Izzy. Real mature."

"Mr. Herondale! Did I not just say to stop the chatter!"

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Julian Blackthorn was screwed.

He knew that for certain as he stared at the face of his best friend, Emma Carstairs.

Emma was proof that the things that could be qualified as "hot" in Los Angeles did not limit to the weather. He was just staring at her, no matter how many years he'd known her, she always seemed to shock him.

When he'd gone with his family to Europe last summer, he'd missed Emma like crazy, and he found himself thinking of her all the time. That was when he knew for sure he was in love. Not falling in love. In love. He'd probably fallen in love with Emma when they were twelve. But at 16, he'd been a sucker. He loved everything about her, who she was, how she acted, he loved being around her. It was stupid. But he couldn't seem to control it. Europe had been painful. He'd done everything he could to forget about Emma. But neither nothing nor no one could compare to her.

Julian remembered when she'd been crushing on Jace Herondale. It seemed everyone had and some point in time. Some guys too- not him- but he knew some.

He'd liked Isabelle lightwood, but that was years ago.

He'd never been in love.

He'd laughed at cheesy stories where the guy was always painfully in love with the girl. He never believed love could hurt as much as they always said.

But now he understood how evil love was.

"Jules! Are you even listening to me?"

Julian snapped back to attention. "Huh?" Emma rolled her eyes.

"I said, do you want to come to the beach with me and the kids."

Ah. The kids. He thought of the family he'd had to raise at only twelve. When Mark had been taken away, and Helen gone to college. He smiled. "Sure."

Emma jumped up. "Okay! I'll go get them in the car."

"Wait what? We're going now?" Julian lept up. But Emma just winked and was out the door in a flash.

Julian changed into his surf shorts and grabbed his board, which was balanced against the wall, before running down the stairs and meeting his siblings. Mark stood at the door talking to Emma. Ever since Mark had come back, things had been different. Ty had been more social, and they all had definitely shown their ability to prank.

They all looked at Julian as he came down the stairs.

"Can i call Clary? Mabye she and Simon would like to join us." Emma asked. Livvy nodded and looked pleadingly at Julian.

"Sure."

"Cool." Emma whipped out her phone and dialed Clary Fray's number. "Hey Clary…..yeah….do you want to come with us to the beach? You can bring Simon if you want. Cristina's coming…. Great! Meet you there!" Emma ended the call and slipped the phone in her pocket. "She's coming." She announced. "And she's bringing Simon and a...friend."

She winked at Julian and he felt a twinge in his chest. Did that mean she was trying to set him up (again)? Or was it just that Clary had a boyfriend...he had no problem with that.

"Who?" Emma just grinned.

"You'll see."