Hey guys. MidnightRejection here, or simply, J. Anyhow, after reading so much of fanfiction, I have decided to do my own. Hopefully, you'll like it.

Also, I will change between Jace and Clary's view. Review and tell me if you would like anyone else's POV in here.

Disclaimer: Is my name Cassandra Clare? Nope, doesn't look like it.

CPOV

School. Seven crappy hours of our lives, wasted. They should add a w at the end. Schoolw. Then the corny acronym would be complete. If only. I suppose the only reason I do attend school is to see my friends; but isn't that the case for most people? Well, there's no easy way out. I could ditch; but then you have parent issues. Jocelyn and Luke would never let me do such. But then again, if I want to get into Harvard, I have to keep a good record. I sighed. Moping around thinking about the prison my whole life is based upon won't help me. I changed, pulling on some baggy pants and a simple t-shirt. Izzy is gonna kill me, but who gives a damn? I'm probably getting several lectures today anyway. One more about fashion wouldn't hurt. Just hope that Magnus won't notice and join in on the conversation about how my fashion sense sucks balls.

Moving on, I still need to get to school. I wonder if Jace is ready outside yet. I called his cell, he answered on the first ring.

"Hey there," he breathed.

"Hey yourself, Jace. You ready yet?"

"Of course I'm ready. You're late, I'm outside."

I glared at the phone.

"Well then, I'm sorry that I'm not Ms. Perfect."

"You should be. Being perfect is so awesome, I mean, look at me!"

I hung up.

After sitting in a few more minutes, just to piss Jace off, I finally strolled off into the living room, yelling good-bye to mom and Luke. I walked out, seeing an amused Jace. My plan didn't work. Oh joy.

"What's so funny?" I asked, although quickly regretting it.

"You."

"How so? Do explain." I basically just put myself to shame.

"You're so dorky, you know. You're lucky I'm here for you."

Okay, so he wasn't that bad. Trust me, I really am lucky this time. I honestly thought he would make fun of my failed plan.

JPOV

We walked over to my black Porsche, while I started wondering about Clary. Again. I was lying when I said that she was late; I actually just got to her house by the time she called me. And guess what I was doing? Wondering. And guess what, exactly, I was wondering about? Clary. Jesus Christ, I feel like a stalker. It's not exactly surprising, though. Clary and I am the dream couple of the school, with her striking emerald eyes, fiery red hair, and my golden god-like features. I know for a fact that I like her, maybe even lo-. No. I am not ready to go that far.

"Hello? Are you even there?" I snapped out of my reverie, as Clary stared at me with a curious glint in her eyes.

"Didn't you know staring is brash? I know I'm sexy, but really?" I responded, ignoring her earlier question.

"Ooh. Since when did you start using big words? Did mommy force you to study? And no, you are not sexy."

"Touchy. Is it that time of month?" I mused, waiting for her reaction. She blushed, and her face was almost a deeper shade of red than her hair.

"It is not that time of month." I took a glance at her, she was just so freaking adorable. I just wanted to take her and kiss her senseless right now, but that would be hard to explain, wouldn't it? Oh, I just decided that I wanted to kiss you until we both forgot our names because I like you. Um, no thanks, as much as I wish that could happen, I don't want to break up the friendship that we have. Oh great. Now I'm talking to myself.

"JACE! Hello, anyone home? I mean, honestly, as much as I would love to spend time here talking with you, we're gonna be late to school." She poked me in the ribs, hard, mind you, just to get her point through.

"Okay, okay! Damn, woman, can't you just wait a bit?"

"No, no I can't. Now get in the car and drive before we're late." She glared at me and tried to raise her eyebrow, something that, apparently, everyone could do except herself. I was going to have to teach her that someday…

CPOV

Damn him. I still can't raise my eyebrow. Everyone can do it but me! Anyway, during the drive, I took several glances at Jace, and I could have sworn that I saw him glancing at me a few times too. I have to admit, he's hot. And when I say hot, I mean drop dead gorgeous. I've always felt this spark for him, but I wouldn't exactly call it a crush or love, definitely not that far down. I'm certain about this, unlike the situation of Isabelle and Simon… My two other best friends were literally meant for each other. Seriously, though, they're just what you call a 'destined for each other' couple. It's really cliché, honestly. They both like each other, but neither is really motivated to make a move. I've been giving them both hints about how the other does like them, along with Jace, hoping that they'd get the hint. So far, nothing exciting has come up. Anyway, the car was approaching the school gates, and Jace wheeled the car in the parking lot, which was pretty filled up already. We scurried into the school, meeting up with our friends, Isabelle, Simon, Alec, Magnus, Aline, and Helen. Four members of our posse was gay, Alec and Magnus, Aline and Helen. At first, obviously, we were all shocked; but after a while, you get used to it. I mean; you try being in a group of friends and then finding out that half of them are gay. Honestly, I could care less. But obviously, being the stereotypical people they are, they thought that Isabelle, Simon, Jace, and I would give them shit about how being gay is shameful, or retarded, or some crap like that. I didn't think much of it after that, and neither did the straight half of the group.

I walked along with Jace, hand in hand, in the school. On the first day of school, everyone thought we were together, and we've been the 'dream couple' ever since. In reality, Jace and I have done that ever since we met. We've been best friends since forever, and holding hands is just a tradition that stuck throughout the years.

Flashback

I was on the swings, waiting for someone to try and help me. I was trying to start up the thing, hoping that I could learn and have some fun. Then, all of a sudden, the swing moved a little and I jolted out of joy. However, the swing had different ideas, and I fell off, backwards. Before I hit the ground, I saw a flash of gold and someone caught me.

"Hey there, are you alright?" He asked, looking at me curiously.

"Oh! Tank you fur helping me." I smiled.

"Haha, it's no problem, Red." He laughed, graciously helping me up while doing so.

"Can we be friends? My name's Clary!" I stuck out my hand.

"Hmm… Okay. My name is Jonathan, but you can call me Jace." He shook my hand and we ran out to the rest of the playground, together.

I sighed at the memory. It was so long ago, but it still held a place in my heart.

"Earth to Clary! You're the one that complained about being late, and now we're gonna be, if you don't wake up!"

I looked at Jace confused for a couple seconds, before realizing that he was right.

"Oops. Sorry." I headed over to my locker, the one right next to Jace, and quickly grabbed a bunch of stuff.

"C'mon, Jace. We better get to Biology." He groaned.

"But I hate Mr. Starkweather! Do we have to?" He whined, but I decided that I wasn't going to take any more crap about school today. I hated it too, but we gotta do what we gotta do. Okay, that sounded off, but still. Before responding to his 'oh-so-dramatic' tantrum, I glanced around. The hallway was pretty empty. I was happy, didn't have to deal with Isabelle or Magnus and their hated fashion lectures. I then turned my attention to Jace, and deadpanned, "We all hate him. Deal with it." With that, I dragged him off to biology.

Okay, so I know it wasn't that much, and for the record, I know more than half of you don't read this. Review, if you wish. A continuation is definite either way. But reviews shape me up.

~J