I wish I had never agreed to this but it was too late to go back now.

I suppose I'd better tell you what happened. Well, today in school, I was sat alone, as usual, in the art room finishing off my painting of an angel. I had my headphones on, so I only realised someone else was in the room when they tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around, expecting it to be my teacher telling me lunch was over. But who I saw left my jaw on the floor.

Jason Herondale! I tried to form a coherent thought but it was so hard with him stood right next to me.

He must have noticed my predicament because he started to smirk. "Hey, I'm Jason, but you already knew that didn't you beautiful?" he said being his usual sarcastic self.

I couldn't help myself, I laughed at him and his smirk seemed to falter. "I think everyone in this damn school knows who you are. Your portraits are all over the school 'Winning quarterback'" I said back to him.

He smirked more and turned to leave. Before he left he turned and said, "I'll pick you up tonight at 7. I'll text you if there is any change." And with that he winked and walked out the door.

So, really speaking, I didn't actually agree to this. But when I told my best friend, Izzy, she insisted I go. Izzy went to a different school but knew Jason because he lived next door to her apparently.

Well, now you know why I am sat in a very up-scale restaurant with Jason Herondale staring at the very posh menu.

The restaurant is beautiful. The floors are a dark wood and the walls are painted in a red and cream pattern to complement the floor. The tables have white and red table cloths over them with a white vase and red roses in them. The chairs are comfortable, with high backs made of a soft red and brown fabric. I look back down at my menu and pick the spaghetti carbonara, then I look back at Jason.

Jason is tall, he must be about 6 foot 2 inches, with broad shoulders which help with his quarterback role. He has very tanned skin, almost golden, with golden blond hair to match. His facial features are so defined it's hard not to call him beautiful. He was wearing a white button down shirt with dark wash jeans and it just enhanced how hot he looked. But the best thing about Jason is his eyes. They are golden brown and it helps you to read them better. When he's relaxed they are golden, but when he's nervous or angry they darken to more of a brown than golden. How do I know this? I'm the school photographer. I take pictures of the football team every game and after every game. I hear someone clear their throat and it's then I realise I've been staring at Jason.

"You look so beautiful when you're lost in thought. You know I called your name four times before you even acknowledged my presence gorgeous." He said with laughter in his eyes.

"I'm not beautiful," I say back to him. I'm guessing now you want to know what I look like. Well, me, I'm just your average girl. Five foot Four in height, that's tiny compared to Jason. I have brown curly hair that I usually wear in a bun or a braid, unless Izzy controls it, like she has tonight. I have bright green eyes which everyone tells me are beautiful. I'm a little on the skinny side but when you ride a bike or walk everywhere that's bound to happen. I have on a green dress that Izzy said complements my eyes with white flats.

I'm brought out of my thoughts again by Jason asking me a question. "Why don't you think you are beautiful? You are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen and you don't even have to try." He looks at me with hope and what I think is adoration in his eyes. "You know what, we're not staying here. Come on lets go get to know each other playing video games. I have the new 'Call of Duty'." He says pulling me out of my chair and towards his car.

His car is beautiful. It's black. A black 'Ford Zetec Sport' with silver alloys. I think I drool a bit looking at it.

"I see you like my car," he says pulling the door open, "get in." he demanded, I happily complied. He walked around the car and got in. We drive off towards the Brooklyn Bridge.

"I didn't know you lived in Brooklyn." I commented as we drove across the bridge. I thought he lived next to Izzy, that's how she said she knew him.

"There is a lot you don't know about me red" He retorted.

I freeze in my seat, slowly I turn to him. "Why'd you call me red?" I question and hope he doesn't come out with the answer I think he is.

"Well, your hair is naturally red, right?" he questions back. Damn it! I knew I shouldn't have let him come in when he picked me up. Now he's going to question why I dye my hair and things that I can't afford to answer right now.

"Yes," I say as bluntly as I can. Hoping that he will realise that I don't want to be questioned about it.

"So why can't I call you red. Everyone else calls you Rosie, I want a different name for you," he states.

"I don't like my red hair, it reminds me too much of my mother, and everyone calls me Rosie because it's my name, well actually my name is Rosalie, Rosie is for short," I say, trying to sound as convincing as possible. I then realise that I made a big mistake saying that. I just told Jason something about me that no one else knows. Not even Izzy.

"Well I for one like you with red hair and brown hair. But I think I'll stick to your new nickname," he said looking proud of himself for knowing something about me.

"Fine then, I'll give you a nickname," I say and sit in silence for five minutes trying to think of a nickname for him. "Jace, I think I'll call you Jace."

"Well red, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship." He says as he pulls into a driveway, I'm guessing it's his.

"Well Jace, that's something that I agree with," I said laughing to myself. Yes beautiful it will be.

Okay people so this is a new story that I started because of a mock English exam. I had to re-sit and this is one of my mock papers. "Write a story starting with 'I wish I had never agreed to this but it was too late to go back now'." and there for this was born! I know its not the best opening chapters but trust me I have a lot of ideas for this. And for anyone who wants to know, this will be a teen pregnancy story. Just a heads up. I'll be putting up two chapters today. This one with is more or an introduction into the story and the second chapter. It will become obvious when you read the next chapter that I didn't write that part in school. So here is your warning. The next chapter will contain Lemons.
Please tell me what you think and id I should continue.