Okay so first off I want to thank my lovely beta-reader HeronFrayWood. You can go check out her stories, she has two, both TMI (one TMI/TID). Secondly I want to say that this is my second fanfiction but I deleted my toher, Flatmates because I didn't enjoy writing that one and I over complicate my entire life... Anyway, I hope you like this fanfiction.

"Clarissa?" Tessa squeaked over my shoulder.

I turned around to stare into a pair of wide storm-bluey-grey eyes. "Theresa?"

"Oh my God, what in the world are you wearing?" She audibly gasped. I grinned at her, a cheeky expression spreading across my face, then quickly harden my features, feigning alarm, when she gave me a stern look. "Okay, so it's not that bad, I just didn't expect it." I saw Tessa wince at her own words, probably replaying the squeak of alarm that had toppled from her lips.

I giggled as we both entered the school building. We always met just before homeroom, as we had it together. I noticed that more stares were being directed at me. Usually, if anyone stared, it was at Tessa with her long legs and curvy frame, never at me, while I hid in over-sized t-shirts and boy jeans but today, I had gone for something... not of the sort I usually did. I had a tight plain black skirt, reaching mid thigh, and I had a tight crop top, although I still wore an unzipped jumper to feel less bare and black converse.

"Maybe you should dress up sometime, Tess?"

"I have no need for dressing up, Clary..." She left a questioning breath in the air. I turned my full body towards her, causing her to stop in the center of the corridor along with me.

"Are you gay?"

Her eyes widened at my comment and she shook her head. I saw that she was about open her mouth to respond but someone slipped into my vision and had their lips pressed to Tessa's. I immediately recognised it as Will Herondale. His black hair blocked my view of Tessa, but before they had pressed each other to the lockers behind them, her eyes had closed and she had visibly relaxed.

I decided to go to homeroom by myself, knowing that Tessa would soon follow. When our teacher started attendance, I spoke for Tessa's name, as it followed after mine, although mine and Tessa's voices were distinctly different, hers slightly English, mine obviously American, never having been anywhere else in my life. The Herondale's name closely followed and Jace's low voice answered for Will, in a poor high-pitched imitation that caused me to stifle a laugh.

After registration, Tessa had still not arrived and neither had Will, considering how quiet the room was without him.

I unzipped my backpack and took out my sketchbook and drawing pencils and as soon as I'd touched it to the paper, the sound of chair legs scraping the floor made me zip it back up before grinning to myself. "You and Will Herondale?"

The person next to me was breathing deeply and as I turned towards whom I thought was Tessa, they heavily lay their arm on the desk. "You mean my cousin?"

I lowered my eyes to the table, feeling my cheeks heat up, "Sorry, I thought you were Tessa."

"You thought I was Will's girlfriend?"

"Well, who else would sit next to me in homeroom?" I asked, knowing the answer was obviously Tessa herself.

"How about me?" I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was, it wasn't as if I'd never in any day of my life talked to Jace. And with Will gone, Jace wasn't acting as loudly or arrogant as usual.

I tugged my bag closed even further, not wanting my belongings to spill to the floor. "How about not." I realised that may have been slightly uncalled for, but I honestly just wanted Tessa to return.

"Why not?" He stuck out his bottom lip.

"Jace, you've basically never talked to me once in your life." I blushed at the memory of when we actually had spoken for the first time.

"That's not true, the first time we talked to each-other was in the eighth grade when, for reasons unknown to me, you were sucking a lollipop and you threw it at my forehead. Only you didn't throw it did you? Your tongue flicked out out of your mouth and..." He smirked at me before continuing, "And I picked up your lollipop where it had landed on my lap." He had then proceeded to put the lollipop into his mouth before asking me if I had threw a lollipop at him. I had apologised and explained that it was an accident but he had looked me in the eye and said 'You have a strong tongue. I'd love to test it out.'

"By the way, Clary, I'd still like to test if your a good lollipop sucker."

I didn't realise I was shaking until I had to use the table to support me. I would not submit to having my voice falter or become embarrassed by Jace Herondale. "I, um, have one in my bag if you want-"

Jace's hot breath fanned over my face and my eyes nearly shut reflexively at the closeness of his face. "How would you like to go out on a date with me, Clary?" I knew Jace slept around a bit, but I'd never actually heard of him taking a girl out on a date with him. Maybe my outfit was working better than I had expected it to.

I decided to maybe see if that's still what he wanted tomorrow. "I'm not really sure if I would."

His mouth hung open, but he quickly snapped it shut, "Why not? I mean I'm hot, and funny, and-"

"Modest." I slipped in, sarcastically.

"-and you have practically no reason not to want to."

"Jace, why don't you go ask one of your bimbos that are gossiping about the size of your dick."

"Well, I have to say there is a lot to gossip about. Not that they would know..."

I made a disgusted sound in the back on my throat before tapping my finger nails on the desk where Jace was starting down at.

"Almost everyone knows that you've been with a lot of girls in the past, no?"

He stared defiantly into my eyes, his golden embers sparking. "Actually, I've never even talked to those girls. I don't even know their names."

"That just makes it all okay doesn't it? Why would you even ask me out?" I saw him open his mouth in reply before I quickly added, "And it better not be because of what I'm wearing."

I saw his eyes travel downwards to my crop top and the tight black skirt, and they all but bulge from his head, then after composing himself, a smirk spreads across his face. "Clarissa Fray," he wolf-whistles, causing a few people to turn their heads and the group of girls in the corner to hiss in jealousy.

Heat spread across my face before I answered with a simple, "What?"

He chuckled, and I felt the vibrations of it through his body. He must have moved closer to me while I wasn't paying attention. "Although that is an added bonus, I must have to say no. That is not why I asked you out on a date." I looked at him, patiently waiting for an answer. "In all honesty, I wanted to ask you out on a date before you decided to try and get my attention."

"That wasn't my intention."

"Then who's attention were you trying to snag?" Jace asked, innocently.

"No one's. I'm perfectly capable of getting someone's attention without my ass."

"And you certainly know how to get someone's attention with your ass, too." He mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear.

A thought occurred to me that Jace had said that he had wanted to ask me out before today and this was definitely the first time I'd ever 'dressed' up. That would have meant that he had wanted to ask me out. Not my ass.

"I mean..." I cleared my throat as I tried to do the same with my head, "How do I know that you're not lying?"

"That's the thing, Clarissa." His breath was hot against my neck. "You don't. You'll just have to take my word for it."

"What, like I have to take your word for it about how much of you there is to talk about?" I still didn't want Jace to see how much he was affecting me.

"Well, you could check if you'd like." A smirk snatched the expression on his face as he saw mine colour slightly at the thought.

I felt the gaze of someone else on us and snapped my head up to see Tessa, "Excuse me, Jace, I think you might be in my seat."

"Just keeping it warm for you, Tess. Can't you just imagine how grateful Will will be?"

"Stop terrorising Clary, brother." Will appeared also behind Tessa, one hand grasping her waist.

The bell sang out and as everyone made way towards the door when suddenly, the teacher let out a shriek and everyone stopped, waiting for our teacher to compose herself, "Is she a banshee?" I whisper to the Jace, who had stopped directly next to me.

He let out soft, almost silent laugh and the teacher sprang towards the door that several students were attempting to get through. "Sit, students."

Someone at the back of the room said, "We have to get to our next period."

"It has been arranged that you will not be having regularly scheduled lessons for the rest of the week." She smiled, as if waiting for us the comprehend what she was saying.

Will peered over the heads of confused classmates. "So? What are we supposed to be doing?"

"Everyone will be staying in here for each class, except those who have free periods. Normal lessons will resume, but I think it is something the school wants to try so we can learn how students can communicate and act in certain ways. We believe this will help the school improve considerably."

As everyone began to move and talked among themselves, the teacher directed us to the back of the room. "I'll put you in register orders. Boy, girl, but closest to each other in the registers. Oh, and another homeroom will be joining us."

"Is there enough room for them to?" Another question sounded from another area of the room.

"Yes, don't worry, you aren't the teacher here."

Seconds later, the voice of other students sounded from the corridor and piled into the room. I didn't even bother to check whether any of my other friends had managed to be in the class joining ours.

"Okay, so your seating plan will be..." The teacher cleared her gruff throat. "Magnus Bane... and Camille Belcourt." She pointed to the desk in front of her. "Helen Blackthorn with James Carstairs." She motioned for the next desk. "Clarissa Fray and Jonathan Herondale." For the rest of the partners she motioned for the desk that continued across the room, "Tessa Gray and William Herondale, Cecily Herondale and Simon Lewis, Alexander Lightwood and Isabelle Lightwood, Gabriel Lightwood and Jessamine Lovelace, Aline Penhallow and Raphael Santiago, Maia Roberts and Bartholomew Velasquez, and finally Kaelie Whitewillow and Meliorn Whitewillow. Anyone whose name I have not spoken, please attend the class with whatever teacher is stationed outside the door."

People started piling out of the rooms as we all sat down in our assigned seats. The teacher clapped her hands and set up a PowerPoint on the board. As we waited for it to load, I saw that the title was named 'Reproduction'.

"Oh, great." I said, muttering to myself.

The vibrations of Jace's body sounded against me as he spoke to the teacher. "We did this in like, 7th and 8th Grade. Not to mention, some of us, more than others, know what they're doing in that area of science."

I hit his, as I couldn't help but notice, solid biceps. "You told me earlier... that..."

"Clary, dear," His hand descended onto my thigh and as he ran his hands up to grasp the material of my skirt, I felt where his hand had left an imprint of heat on my bare skin. "I wasn't lying earlier, but you should be pleased to know I have some experience in the way of pleasing others..." His breathing was heavy on my neck as his warm breath tickled my ear. "For the sake of you."

I knew that he was saying that he'd been with others, but I'd be lying if I said the way his hand had moved up my thigh and his hot breath on my neck and the way he'd purred at me-

I shook myself off, restraining myself from throwing my body on his right then and there. The teacher was scolding Jace for his comment and I caught the glance she threw at me... almost like a warning.

"If we could get back to the lesson, Mr. Herondale... and if you could so nicely stop... chatting Miss Fray up, I'm sure the whole class would be very appreciative."

Isabelle Lightwood, a friend of mine, spoke up from the part of the room where she was stationed next to her brother Alec right behind me Jace.

"Miss, this might as well be our lesson. Look at them, this is practically watered down ten minutes, you could have them, minus the clothes, doing the deed on the desk right in front of-"

"Miss Lightwood! I will not have this kind of behavior in my classroom, I will not tolerate it. One more comment like that and I will have you out of this room immediately."

Izzy was now slumped down in the seat, examining each of her nails, albeit she kept her perfectly full lips zipped. There was color on my cheeks now, spreading across my face. I tugged on my skirt, from where it had been riding up my thighs, credit to Jace, and tried to stretch it longer, but to no avail.

Jace noticed my actions and laid his hand over mine. "Don't worry, according to Isabelle, you won't need that skirt for much longer."

"Could you stop that?"

"Stop what?"

"I'm not having sex with you, Jace, and if that's your goal then please leave before you shit on my feelings."

His expression had become serious, as if I had ruptured a muscle in his face, causing his to be unable to smile at me. "I would never force you to do anything against you will, or hurt you. You may think you've sussed out what sort of guy I am, Clary, but think I genuinely like you."

"Gee, thanks." Although it wasn't really much, something in my chest fluttered and I cast my eyes to the table.

"Once again, Jace Herondale! Stop provoking Clarissa into speaking to you!"

Simultaneously, we both let out sighs and focused on the low leveled science lessons the entire class was in for.

Lunch had finally come and me, Tessa, Izzy, Simon, and Maia took a seat in the cafeteria.

An extra chair was snatched and Will Herondale separated me and Tessa from sitting next to each other. "Thanks." I grumbled.

Will leaned in towards Tessa and I heard him whispering that they shouldn't make out in front of the rest of us. They ended up entwining themselves together as they made out and then leaving the room, Will leading Tessa out of the doors.

In replacement, Alec and Magnus sat down in the seats Will and Tessa had left. "Biscuit!" Magnus addressed me. "How are- Oh my God, Isabelle! Have you seen this?"

"Seen what?" She'd been too busy gawking at Simon to notice.

"Clary! Oh, by the Angel, Clarissa Biscuit-"

"Adele." I corrected.

"-Fray looks hot."

"Your boyfriend is sitting right next to you, Magnus."

"Are you dressing for someone?" he gasps, ignoring my statement.

"No- I mean- not intentionally."

"So, who is the unlucky guy- or girl?"

Trying to direct the subject onto another matter, I said, "Where's the ring leader of your group? I've just Will and he wasn't with him."

Magnus seems to click that I was changing his question in the most obvious direction, trying to make it seem like I would be too smart to do it.

"It's Jace. Oh, Clary. How screwed are you?"

"It is not-"

Isabelle wanted in on the conversation, "It's true. You should've seen the way he was touching her in the classroom. Me and Alec were directly behind them."

I shot her a pleading look. "They were just misunderstanding the situation."

"We were clearly misunderstanding the way he was running his hand up your thigh and almost biting your ear."

My face was brightening with each comment. "And, Clary," Magnus interrupted. "he's on his way over here now."

I snapped my head to attention and I saw that Jace was on his way over here. When he took a seat beside me, he said, "Why's everyone so quiet?"

"No reason." I said, slightly too quickly.

Please give me your thoughts and feelings on this, I would love to hear your input and I will hopefully be posting chapter 2 soon.