Hello my beloved readers! I'm starting a new story, and I can't wait to share it all with you. As I'm trying to finish my one shots, and get my motivation back, I hope this story leads me to whatever I lost in the first place! I have no idea when I'll update, or how long this will be, but I promise I'll finish it, and I hope you all love it! Let me know what you think and leave a review!

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Homeruns & Curveballs

Chapter One:

Jace POV:

I've dedicated my entire life to making it in the major leagues. It became something that I escaped too when I lost my parents, and needed something to keep me from self-destructing. I poured my heart into it, and eventually that lead to a college scholarship, and than I made it to the MLB draft, and my dreams were finally coming true.

I'm a first baseman for the LA Angels, and to say I couldn't be prouder of myself would be an understatement. A lot of people took that as a cocky thing to say, but with everything I've been through since I was 12, I'm proud of where I am, and how far I've come. It might sound cocky, but I could have easily gone down a different path and who knows where I'd be then.

Spring training was about to start, and the team was down in Arizona for it. We've been here for a few days now, and after practice tonight a bunch of the guys decided to go out. I wasn't opposed to going out during the season, but after we got to the club, I wasn't in the mood to be here anymore. It didn't help that there were a bunch of women here who recognized us, and wouldn't leave us alone. Thankfully I found a backdoor and made my way through it into an alleyway in the back. Once the fresh air hit me I felt like I could finally breath.

"Pretty claustrophobic in there isn't it?" I heard a voice say, and when I turned around, there sat a girl, in a black dress and heels.

"Yea. I didn't think that many people lived in Arizona." I laughed and she smiled.

"When it's the only nightclub in the area, it gets pretty crowded." She said and I nodded. "It also doesn't hurt that it's Spring Training, so a lot of women in there are here to meet someone."

"They actually do that?" I asked and she nodded. "I really thought it was just a rumor."

"Unfortunately not." She admitted. "Girls can get desperate."

"Is that why you're here?" I asked and she laughed as she shook her head.

"Not by a long shot. I don't really watch baseball. It's my stepsister's bachelorette party, and I was forced to come. I wish I was at home in my sweatpants." She admitted.

"Have you always lived in Arizona?" I asked, not wanting the conversation to end.

"I don't live here." She explained. "I came in for this, against my own will, but I didn't want to fight with my father."

"Where do you live?" I asked curiously.

"Here and there. I don't really have a home base. I'm an artist so I go where I can to get money." She explained.

"Okay, so where did you grow up?" I asked as I took a seat next to her.

"Here and there." She laughed. "My family moved around a lot, and than my parents got divorced so I was going between two houses."

"That sounds like it sucks." I said and she nodded.

"I spent the most of my time in New York, but I lived in Florida for a little, Tennessee, Texas, Idaho, Michigan, and Canada for a little." She rattled off.

"Wow. You weren't kidding." I said and she smiled and shook her head.

"I liked moving. I got inspired by all the different places, so it helped with my art, but sometimes I wish I had a little more stable of an upbringing." She admitted.

"I know what that's like. I was in the foster system so I moved a lot." I told her honestly.

"That really sucks." She said. "Was it your whole life?"

"No. I lost my parents when I was 12, and spent the rest of my teenage years in the system until I was 18." I explained.

"I can't even imagine that." She said. "My parents divorce was nasty, but at least I had them."

"It was tough, but I got through it." I said and she nodded. She looked like she was about to say something when the back door burst opened and out walked a dude who puked all over the side of the building.

"Disgusting." She said and I had to agree. It was pretty nasty. "I should probably get back inside before they wonder where I went, or worse, leave without me." She said as she stood up. I followed suit, and kinda laughed at how short she was. "Shut up. I wasn't blessed with height." She said catching onto my laughter. She went to leave, when I grabbed her wrist.

"I never got your name." I said and she smiled.

"I'm Clary. Clary Morgenstern." She said and I smiled.

"I'm Jace Herondale." I said, half expecting her to recognize the name.

"It was nice to meet you Jace Herondale." She said before disappearing back inside. Once the door shut I decided to just leave the club. I didn't really want to be here anymore. When I got out of the alley, a couple of my buddies were exiting the club as well.

"Yo Jace, you ready to go?" The one guy called, obviously drunk.

"Yea man, let's get back to the hotel." I said and he just smiled stupidly as he stumbled down the sidewalk. The whole walk back I couldn't get Clary out of my head. I knew she said she didn't watch baseball, but the fact that when she heard my name she didn't immediately become someone different. She was normal, she made me feel normal even if it was for the 10 minutes we talked.