The Art Show: Chapter 1
Background Info: Clary and everyone else is human. No Shadowhunters or Downworlders here.
Clary Fray sat at her desk checking her emails as she does every day. Her desk was a mess. Photos of Simon everywhere, some small drawings of hers on the floor, (more like doodles, her meetings were so boring she didn't really have anything else to do.) and a picture of her and Jac in a little heart frame he had gotten her for valentine's day last week. Herf and Jace had been going out for about a month now. She had met him at a club her and Simon go to all the time called Pandemonium. Clary spent most of her time with Jace these days seeing as she never wanted to go to work. She had been an assistant helping out her favorite designer, Michael Kors, until she realized it wasn't her passion. She wanted to quit but she had a binding contract so Michael decided to put her in a different department. Now she spent all of her days sitting at her desk, responding to emails, and answering her phone. There were only three good things about it. One, she still made the same amount of money as being an assistant. Two, she got to see Jace and Simon more often. Three, she got to spend her hours on the phone doing art at the same time.
As Clary was checking her emails, she came across the one she was hoping to see. An email from the art school she had applied to. Being extremely nervous, she clicked on it and opened it up. Here's what it read.
Dear Ms. Fray,
Thank you so much for applying to the Art Institute of California. I am Happy to announce that you are in the running to be a new student here at the AIC. There is one condition that has to be met before we can claim you as a student here. You must enter your artwork in the next upcoming art show. Our critics will be here to take a look at your pieces, so please try and do your best. The three best pieces will be chosen and those students will be attending AIC next fall. Good luck and thanks for submitting your work and application. See you soon!
Betty Comstock Dean of admissions.
Clary stared at her computer screen for a good 15 minutes before her phone rang.
"Hello, Micheal Kors office speaking. How may I help you." Clary said like she has to every time someone calls her on her desk phone.
"I would like to speak to Clary Fray please." the voice on the other end of the line said.
"Jace, not funny. You know you can't call this number every time you want to speak to me at work." Clary said trying to sound stern but you could tell she was holding back laughter.
"Well how else am I supposed to talk to you at work. You never answer your phone unless you're on a lunch break." Clary was about to respond when Jace cut her off. "Anyway, are you ready? Im outside waiting for you."
Being so caught up with work and then finding out the great news from her email. Clary had forgotten all about her date will Jace this evening. She was so excited to tell him the news.
As the waiter led the couple to their table, they sat down and ordered some drinks. Clary order her normal drink, a pina colada, while Jace always ordered something new.
"What do you think I should get?" Jace asked not really paying attention to any of his surroundings, just his drink menu. Clary knew that Jace usually wanted something fun and fancy but she decided on her second favorite drink.
"Red wine" Clary answered. Jace looked at her skeptically. He knew she only ordered red wine on a special occasion. This couldn't be a special occasion could it? Have I forgotten an anniversary of something? Jace thought to himself.
"Jace..." Clary started going off on a tangent about horses. Not paying a lot of attention, Jace stared at Clary as he started remembering the time that they had met. It was at an art auction. Jace had been dragged by Alec to go see a coffee shop that his boyfriend was playing at. Jace decided to slip out during the third song of Magnus's set to go do his guilty pleasure. Art shopping. Most people have guilty pleasures like songs or TV shows, not Jace. He is different from most people his age. The people his age want to be playing baseball, climbing a mountain, or being a movie star. Those were their dream jobs, Jace had always had a different dream. He had always loved art from a very young age. When Alec and Isabelle would go play games like tag or soccer, he would pretend to be sick so he didn't have to play. Once they left to go outside he would then go under his bed and grab his art supplies. He would create beautiful images with macaroni elbows and there was always a little glitter on his artwork. Jace wanted to be an artist. Sadly, one day he tried to draw a picture in his kindergarten class one day. Everyone laughed at him. The boys called his picture girly, the girls said he couldn't draw and he took that in and the messages hurt his feelings. He never drew again. Jace gave up on his dream that day but he knew deep in his heart, he still wanted to do something with art. This is why he is now an art auctioneer. He loved buying pieces for a while. (That was his guilty pleasure.) But when he didn't have the money to do so anymore, he decided to sell some.
This is how Jace and Clary met. Clary loved to go to art auctions on the beach. The paintings mixed with the scenery was bliss. One art auction that she went to, she made Simon tag along. Simon did NOT want to go. He thought that art auctions were a waste of time and money, but that didn't have any effect over Clary.
"Come on Simon. It'll be fun." She smiled. Simon could never resist her smiles.
"Fine, "he grunted.
They stood outside the doors when Simon got a phone call. He looked at Clary and mouthed It's my mom. Clary nodded and went inside without SImon. She signed in at the table, grabbed a number, and then sat down. She looked up to see a young man smiling, getting ready to auction off the first piece. He spoke.
"Welcome to the Idris Art Institute. Please find your seats and sit down." He smiled again and said, "My name is Jace Herondale and I will be your auctioneer this evening."
People around her started to whisper. Clary sat there, stunned. In her whole life, she had never seen an auctioneer as young as him. What did he say his name was? Clary thought. Jack? James? Jacob? She would ask him after the show.
A/N: What do you think? Do you guys want to read more? This is my first Mortal Instuments FanFic. If you like it please review, I want to know if I should continue. -hiyall03