A/N: Hi this is my first fan fiction so tell me what you think. I know there have been loads of high school fan fictiona but because this is my first, i thought I'd give it a go. DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything made by Cassandra Clare.

chapter 1:

Clary's POV:

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. Groaning, I drag my feet out of bed and hop in the shower. As I allow the water slide down my body, I think of what today will bring.

It's my first day at a new school. Orchard School for Talented Young Adults to be precise. Don't ask me how I managed to get in because I don't really have a talent worth talking about. People sometimes say that I'm good at drawing but it's nothing special, to be honest.

I get out the shower and get dressed. Today I'm wearing a black lacy dress that reaches about mid-thigh, my black leather jacket and black heels that look a bit like combat boots. Got to dress to impress right? I walk over to my dresser and do my make-up. A little bit of foundation to cover up my childish freckles, mascara and eye liner lining my green eyes. I tie my hair up into a ponytail with some of my red curls framing my face. I don't really care if I look like a bit of a Goth. At least it will stop people from talking to me.

I haven't really been much of a social person. I prefer my own company than others. I never had friends around for dinner or my birthday because I find that it gets really uncomfortable when I don't say anything. I don't know what it is about me. When people see me they tend to turn in the other direction or stare at me until I leave their line of sight. I prefer my own company and I usually find myself alone in my bedroom listening to music and drawing.

I go down for breakfast and find a note from Jocelyn in the kitchen.

Morning Hun. I've gone to work early and wont be back till late. Breakfasts in the pan on the hob. Love you, Mum xxxx

My mum is hardly home any more. She's more caught up in her art studio in London than her own daughter. But I'm grateful that I stayed with her rather than my dad, though. Valentine Morgenstern is one of the richest men on the planet due to his weapons company. But when I was ten my mum and I decided that we couldn't take anymore so we moved to England with mum's boyfriend, Luke.

I walk over to the hob and look in the pan. There are two eggs sitting, not even broken. I pick up the eggs and put them back in the fridge. It's not that I'm not grateful for her effort, I just don't really have that much for breakfast when school starts. I grab the Shreddies from the cupboard and pull out a bowl, spoon and the milk.

Once I have finished eating I walk out, lock the front door and make my way to my Harley Davidson, aka my baby. I love this bike more than the earth itself. It was a present from Luke when I first started to drive and I've had it since then. I swing my leg over the seat and sped off to my doom.

I pull up at the Orchard and pull into a space next to a blue and white striped Mini Cooper. Cool car I thought as I get off my bike and grab my back pack and swing it over one shoulder. I'm locking my bike and checking everything is sorted when I hear a voice.

"Nice bike. It's a Harley isn't it?" A pair of golden eyes met my green ones.

"Yeah. It's practically my baby." I smile sheepishly. I peak a look at him again and notice that he's wearing a plain grey T-Shirt that shows his muscles and jeans. But the thing that I notice the most is his face. He has shaggy golden hair that is swept into his eyes, bright golden eyes and a smirk is plastered on his face. Beautiful.

I must have said that aloud because his smirk grows wider. I blush furiously and look past him. Anything to change the subject.

"So, how do you get to school?" I ask, still blushing.

"Oh I take this beauty." he gestures to the Mini Cooper. Impressive. I take a walk around and look at the car. Wow it even has John Cooper Works.

"Nice." I say. Once I make it full circle around the car, I stand back next to my Harley.

He sticks his hand out to me. "Herondale. Jace Herondale. Pleased to meet you." I take his hand.

"Fray. Clary Fray." I shake his mimic his tone and he laughs. It sounds like music to my ears. I look at his lovely face again but this time I get lost in his golden eyes. I suddenly realise we are still holding hands and shake out of my trance, taking my hand out of his.

I immediately miss the warmth of his hand in mine and the school bell rings.

"Um, I've got to go and get my schedule from the office because I'm new so..." I trail off, not knowing what else to say and start walking away from Jace.

"Hey, Clary. I'll walk you to the office if you want. I have a free period any way." He falls into step beside me.

"Um, thanks." I don't think he knows that I can walk by myself. I mean it's not that difficult.

"So, you're new here then?" he asks. He's almost two inches taller than me so I have to look up at him. Ugh. Damn me being so small.

"Yeah I moved here from Chicago because of some stuff that was happening there at the time." I don't want to get into telling him my life story so I keep it short. Plus I barley know him.

"Really? I guess that where your accent comes from." his smirk is back in it's usual place.

"Hmm, yeah." we arrived at the office and I turn to face him. "Thanks for the walk."

"Any time." he smiles a genuine smile and waves quickly.

I turn around and enter the small and plain office. Why is it that when I look at him, my heart speeds up to twice the normal rate? God I only met him ten minutes ago. What is up with me? I walk up to the small secretary and she gives me the schedule. I look at it and groan. Free period, Art and Maths then lunch in the first three periods. I don't mind Art too much but other then that, my day sucks. Art, Maths, lunch, Chemistry, PSHE, and PE. God I hate Mondays.

"Hmm, it looks like we have four lessons together." I'd recognise that voice anywhere. I turn around and I see Jace leaning and smirking against the small door frame behind me.

"What are those then?" I let a bit of boredom seep into my voice. I wasn't actually that interested and I couldn't be bothered to talk to him right now.

"Hey," Jace holds his hands up in mock surrender his grin widening. "I can just surprise you if you want."

"Yeah I think I'm going to have to take you up on that one." My voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Fine. I'm guessing you don't want a personal tour with my beautiful self." he gestures down at himself and I scoff.

"Yeah... no thanks." and with that, I turn on my heels and stalk out of the office with a smug smile plastered on my face. Just before I reach the door, I turn around and send him a cheeky wink. Shock is written all over his face. I'm going to enjoy this.

Jace's POV

Oh wow. I cant get that fiery red headed off of my mind! What is wrong with me? Ever since she gave me that wink, she has been driving me crazy. Normally I wouldn't need a second glance and any girl would be tripping to talk to me. But not Clary. She's different. Completely different. She isn't the typical type of blonde with super mini-skirt who would give anything just to be looked at by me. Not to sound vain but I am gorgeous to be perfectly honest. Any way, Clary is a sassy and pretty girl but most importantly she's a biker chic. With her leather jacket, combat boot type heels and her Harley. I want her. I have to have her and I will.

The bell rings signalling the end of first period and I make my way to Art with Clary. But she doesn't know that yet. When I finally get to art I see Clary already sitting by herself at the back, out of the way. I make my way to sit next to her and get stares from all the girls thinking that I'd sit next to them. As if. I plonk my stuff down and sit. She doesn't even look up so I just take a quick peek of what she's drawing. It was a sketch of a rose, a beautiful detailed red rose that took up the whole of the top right corner of the page. It was one of the best drawings I've ever seen.

"You done yet?" I hadn't even realise that she was looking up at me until I heard her voice.

"No not yet" my signature smirk returns. "Does that symbolise anything or is it just a bit of a random thing?"

I never actually got to find out because right at that moment, the teacher walked in. Mrs Penhallow is a very young and enthusiastic teacher that cannot control a normal class to save her life. It probably doesn't help that she's one of the smallest people in the whole room. Apart from Clary, I guess.

"Okay, class. Welcome back to another year at Orchard. I'd just like to let you know that the people you are sitting next to will be your partners in crime for the rest of the year." good that means that I get to work with Clary. Result.

"This first term, you are going to spend most of your time with your partner, getting to know them better." I sneak a look at Clary to see her reaction but she is still intent on her red rose.

"So what does that actually mean?" I asked.

"It means love so whatever I draw on this page or after is the things I love the most." she sets her eyes on me. I decided to pretend that every time she looks at me, my pulse speeds up.

"Pages and pages of me then."

"You wish." I can tell she's trying not to laugh. I suddenly hassle the best idea of all time.

"How about I make you a deal." I say with a evil smirk. "if you can last the whole year without falling for me, I'll leave you alone. But if I win then you have to come to Prom with me."

She stretches out her hand and says "deal." I shake her hand and think about all the ways I could make her fall for me. This is going to be fun.