Hi, guys. Umm.. soo.. this is my first published chapter of my very first published story at fanfiction(which I haven't completed yet, honestly I haven't even written the second chapter)and I would really appreciate if you guys read it. I am new to this whole writing thing and I know I might not really meet the expectations of a lot of readers but I want to improve and I have got to start from low to reach the top, you know. Please review, I am desperate.

Disclaimer - I don't own The Mortal Instruments or any of its characters. All rights go to Cassandra Clare.

"Wh-h-hooo is that beautiful w-ww-oman?"

"Jace are you alright?"

Jonathon Morgenstern was concerned. Actually he was downright terrified but he didn't let it on(gotta keep the rep, people).

"That angel from heaven, there, her, who is that?"

Jonathon's face paled. No, no, no..

"She's way out of your league, dude. Don't even try."

He hit himself in the head then. Of course it was the wrong thing to say. Especially to a bloody narcissist.

Well, you should know, he thought. As your sister so dearly pointed out, you are one too.

"Excuse me, Jon but did you just say my name and the phrase out of your league in the same sentence because for your information, nobody is out of my league. Infact I am out of everybody's league. Except that girl. She is definitely in my league."

Jace slammed his locker shut and dramatically flipped his golden hair. Then he coughed it up because while he was well versed in the art of everything, flipping the hair was still his weak point. And driving a car. Ah, bad memories.

"Look at her hair, flaming red, my favourite and her eyes , oh my, the colour of emerald, I could get lost in them."

Jonathon seriously wanted to throw up. He couldn't take it anymore. Now normally Jace doesn't behave like a pathetic sap only when he falls in love, which unfortunately for Jonathon, has happened too many times for his comfort. And now that his sister has caught his best friend's eye, look he loves them both but it is a risky game because if they break up, he would be left choosing sides all the time. And given how that Jace falls out of love just as quickly as he falls in, actually no, he does take his time until the girl ends up breaking his heart and the next day he is up and about for the new phase of his life. Now, you might wonder why would a girl dump this guy, this handsome, hot and charming guy who puts even greek gods to shame. And the answer is, actually, Jonathon doesn't know what the answer is. And he hasn't really pried much given that he has no interest in his best friend's love life no matter how fulfilling or thrilling it might be. All he gets everytime is a text message informing him of the breakup. And then he sends the text "tough luck, man" and the conversation is ended.

Now, the right thing to do would be to have a heart to heart conversation like the mature, sophisticated adults they think they are but the truth is that they are teenagers who are still in denial about their insecurity regarding their manliness, so there.

"Oh my bad, let me rephrase that. When I say she is way out of your league, I mean that she's my sister and if you lay your hands on her, I will cut off your arms and use them to choke you to death."

Jonathon was extremely proud of his creative threat (bear with him, he isn't really high on the creative scale) and sent himself a mental pat on his back. Honestly, he deserved a cookie for that but nobody was giving him any of those. It gave him pleasure as Jace's eyes widened and his eyebrows disappeared in his hairline.

Probably, still jarred by my threat. He laughed internally because well, laughing on the outside might break the intimidating atmosphere he had built. But his pleasure was short lived when Jace doubled over and started laughing crazily. He looked a little like he was choking. Or something to that effect.

"Yo-ou-rre going to (laughter break) ch-hohhke (laughter break) me (another laughter break) I'm sorry but I just can't even finish that sentence (a really long laughter break).

Jonathon was blushing profusely, rather pertubed that his best friend wouldn't take his terrifying threat seriously. So much for being scary, he thought.

"Would you stop it. I am serious."

"Suuuure and I am Harry Potter."

He narrowed his eyes at Jace trying to see if his wolf stare would get some desirable results. But to his embarrasement he was laughed at ,again. It was getting a bit tiring, the whole ordeal of not being taken seriously.

"Hey Jon."

And then the boy burst into flames. Okay, not really, but she couldn't have selected a better time for calling him.

He tried to give her the expression, you know, that says get out of here or my crazy best friend might accidently molest you or something, but apparently she didn't get the message. Connected by blood, bullshit.

"Are you constipated?"

Seriously sis, constipated, that's what you got?

"And who might you be, darlin'?"

Real smooth, Jace. Real smooth. What was I even worrying about, Jonathon thought. Jace can't talk straight to anyone he falls in love with. Oh, this would be fun.

"Umm..a confused person who is trying to figure out where the art room is?

"Clary", Jonathon cut in, "come on, I'll show you. Bye Jace."

But before they could get the hell out of there, the annoyingly golden boy caught up with them with some pathetic excuse about going in the same direction. Seriously, dude, you couldn't be more obvious.

But to Jonathon's astonishement they really began to hit it off. You see once Jace gets off the stage where he acts like a bumbling idiot who can't tell his left from right and really gets into the conversation he can be a real charmer. It was painful watching his sister subtly rubbing his best friend's upper arm.

By the angel, end this now.

Maybe the angels finally took pity on him or it was just because they reached the art room but the flirtation fest came to an end. It was rather difficult pulling Jace away from his sister as he tried to hug her.

I am not going to like this. With that last thought he went to his next class.