"Clary, hurry up! I have to be at Taki's by 8 or Garroway will fire me, and I won't have enough to support you, and -,"

"Mom, relax. I'm ready and Simon will be coming anytime now, you don't have to keep rushing me," Clary groaned. As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

"Okay, Simon's here. I got to go now, Clary. Enjoy your day at St. Xavier's!" With that, Clary went out to meet Simon and walked to St. Xavier's.

"Hey, Clary, remember the day when Jordan spilled his juice box over his pants? That was hilarious." Clary loved moments like that, just her and her best friend, Simon. They continued on the bus.

"So, this is the so-called St. Xavier's which will 'make me improve in both mental and physical health'." Jace glanced around, sunglasses in hand. "Really, Master Jace? Master Wayland said it'd be good for you, it's best to believe it," Edward, Jace's family butler scolded. Jace rolled his eyes. Edward could be a little grandmotherly at times.

"Jace!" A voice called out from far. Jace spun around, surprised to see Aline rushing towards him.

He'd met Aline 2 years ago during summer vacation, and they had been dating since. He didn't know what he saw in her; maybe it was just for her looks. Kaelie and Seelie walked over too. They looked like twins, just that Kaelie was taller, and Seelie was slightly stouter. One thing Jace knew for sure - he was sick of her.

"They should make bigger doors for the bus! Or they could invent some -,"

"Simon, shut up. I know how much you love stuff like that, but you don't have to apply it to everything, all the more a bus!" Clary interrupted. Simon gave her a look of petrification, which she returned with one of her own.

"Girls these days. Fawning over boys for their looks, nothing more. He looks and seems like a total asshat," Simon spat. Clary turned her gaze to who Simon was referring to, when she saw Jace. Beautiful and leonine. He looked like the prince from her dreams, the one she always lived happily ever after with. But there was something about this guy. Contrary to the man of her dreams, this guy had a cockish air to him. "C'mon, Simon, let's go." Clary tugged Simon's arm.

There was something about this guy, some mystery behind all the airs he's put on. She couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly, but it was there.

Jace didn't understand why the girls around him tended to behave that way. He knew that he was good-looking, no doubt. But these girls, they were…so superficial, they barely understood or knew him, they just fawned after his looks, nothing more. It was tiring.

Then he saw her.

She, unlike all the other girls, didn't stare at him continuously. He noticed the empty seat next to her and plopped himself down next to her. Expecting screams of joy, he got an icy stare from her instead.

"Shouldn't you ask before you casually take a seat anywhere?" Clary raised her eyebrows.

"Should I?" Jace answered, standing up. "Well, Ms.…"

"Clarissa, but they call me Clary."

"Well, Ms. Clary, may I have the honor of sitting by your side?" Jace asked in a mocking tone.

"Hey Jace, I figured you'd feel more comfortable not sitting with a loser, so I saved you a seat," Aline cooed, sauntering over to Jace. Clary rolled her eyes.

"No thanks, Aline, I find more joy where I am right now, thank you."

Clary snickered but stifled it before it turned into giggles

Aline's eyes widened, obviously taken aback by his words, then narrowed them at Clary. "Whatever. My parents are out of the country this week. Could you give me a ride home? You can stay for a while if you'd like." Aline twirled her hair.

"Yeah, I'll tell Edward later," Jace mumbled. Aline cat-walked away.

"So…Clary, I'm kinda puzzled by your obvious dislike towards me," Jace started.

"Are you for real?" Clary laughed.

"Well, the other girls have constantly made small talk with me, and some have flung themselves at me. But you, despite my staggering good looks -"

"Can you shut up?" Clary snapped.

"ALRIGHT, EVERYONE BACK TO YOUR SEATS THIS INSTANT!" Mr. Lightwood yelled. With that the lesson started. He asked Jace a few questions during the lesson, and surprisingly, he answered them correctly.

"Well, you did not strike me as someone with much intellect." Clary mumbled to Jace. He gave her a look of astonishment. Curly, golden blond hair, with long eyelashes that looked gold in the light. He was beautiful. It seemed as if she'd seen him somewhere else before…

"Admiring my beauty?" Jace's voice cut through her thoughts. No, it couldn't be him…their personality. Right, it couldn't be. But what if…

"Jace, have you ever-," the bell cut her off. She shook her head as Jace gave her a look.

He seemed like him so much, yet they were worlds apart.

Jace shook his head. She looked like her so much. Her voice. Her face. Especially her hair. He could remember her hair clearly. He knew her fully well, yet he didn't.

Clary had one question on her mind, and one only: Who was he?

Jace had one question on his mind, and one only: Who was she?

A/N: Well, that was bad, wasn't it? It's my first fanfic, but please, feel free to follow, review and say what cha wanna say! I was watching City of Bones while writing this to you know, get inspiration lmao. Lolz -claceforevs