So this story is based on SOME of the lyrics from "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers.

This is my first fan fic so I'm kind of nervous. Oh yeah there's some cussing so just thought I would let ya'll know. Also, there is some jumbled characters in here. Thanks for reading!

*I do not own The Mortal Instruments or the song or anything else, except this plot! Wish I could though (: Love Ya!

Jace:

I'm the type of guy that stands out easily. I have gold-ish looking hair, tan skin- the kind soccer players have- and amber eyes. I'm gorgeous, I know it, everyone knows it. But I don't flaunt my beauty, the opposite, actually, I try to hide it. You'll always see me in a hoodie or a nerdy shirt, messy hair, my fake glasses and some old baggy jeans. I like to be alone and listen to music, preferably something by, "The Arctic Monkeys, The Killers, or Weezer." Bottom line is that I'm shy. I hate attention and whenever I get it I stumble trying to grasp words. This is why, like I mentioned before, like to be alone. Sadly, my attempts at trying to pass by unnoticed have failed. Everywhere I go, despite my clothing, there are girls, as people call it, "giggling." By the Angel, how I hated the sound of "giggling." HELL! I even hated the mere word. But since we were moving to a completely different side of the country, I decided to give this whole, "I'm sexy and I know it," act a go. Try to shake some things up a bit. It's not like someone would know who the real Jace Herondale was, is.

In exactly one hour, forty-nine minutes, and twenty-eight seconds, I would be running up the steps to my new school, Royse City High. I am absolutely thrilled! … note my sarcasm. I had gotten a tour beforehand so I wouldn't look like a complete idiot sitting in the wrong class for half the period like I did my freshman year… I still shudder at the memory.

Today I got up earlier than usual to get ready and set up my new "look." The night before I had tried on so many it wasn't even funny, but I finally settled on one… the bad boy. I got up from my amazingly comfortable bed and went over to my bureau to get out my clothes, black jeans, a grey shirt, and a leather jacket. I pulled out some boxers from my other drawer and set out to the bathroom. Once I was in, I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat.

After the shower I got dressed and looked in the mirror… Yup, just as I thought. I looked good. I went into my plain white room and grabbed my backpack. It was pretty empty, but after today, considering it was senior year, I suspected it would be filled with textbooks by the end of the day. I ran down the stairs when I bumped into my dad, Stephen. He is an asshole, might I say, and I always try my best to avoid him whenever he was home and not with his "friend," Celine. My mom, Amatis, knew he was cheating, yet she was still with him. Why, you may ask? I have no idea.

Well back to my dad, I bumped into him and he looked up. He took in my outfit and commented, sarcasm dripping from his big ass mouth, "Oh! Look at you! You look so handsome, so much like your beautiful mother." He then smirked and laughed the rest of the way up the stairs. Yup, total asshole.

I was practicing my "swagger walk" to the kitchen and luckily no one was there so they wouldn't make fun of me. I had been in trying it out for about eight minutes when I heard from behind me, "What the hell?" I turned around and saw my mother. She had a confused look, but it quickly faded and turned into a grin.

"We're you just really practicing how to walk 'cooler?'" She asked while trying to contain laughter. Heat started to go up from my neck to my cheeks.

"Well, um, yes. I'm trying something new. You know how it is and stuff." I replied. I loved my mother, but by the Angel was this embarrassing.

"By all means, please, continue! But first, what do you want for breakfast, honey?"

"Nothing. I'm fine, thanks though. Imma just grab an apple and go, school starts in," I looked down at my watch and saw that I had ten minutes to get to school, otherwise I would be late, "FUCK! Bye mom!"

"No cursing, Jace." I kissed her goodbye and ran down the porch. You have to understand. The ride there was at least fifteen minutes and now I only had eight minutes to get there. I was going to be in trouble if I was late, but then I remembered, I'm a "bad boy" now. Bad boys were late to class, right? Fuck, I should've done more research. I only knew they were supposed to smirk, wear leather jacket and combat boots, be jerks, and use sarcasm. I had the smirk down, considering I practiced it quite a lot these past few days. I had the clothes, so that was good. I haven't practiced my speech, but it will come to me eventually, I hope. After putting great thought into my "being late, bad boy" situation, I decided to just speed to school. I could start being bad at school.

As I was searching for a parking space, I took in the several students still in the parking lot. There was variety. Some were geeks, some were alone- that would've been me- some looked like they were in band, and then there was the "populars." I took in their appearances and saw that the girls looked as if they were going to a club. Now, I'm not saying that I don't like girls wearing skirts and tank tops, but seriously… Those weren't even skirts. They were more like underwear. Sluts… They were all laughing and all the guys had girls on their laps. Except for one. I squinted to take in his appearance, but there was honking from in front of me. Shit, I almost crashed. I parked and then started to observe the guy. He had straight black hair, and from where I could see, black eyes. He's okay looking, I guess. He seemed kind of out of place. I mean yes, he had the looks and everything, but he was just there. He wasn't talking and just kept looking into the distance, not acknowledging anyone. Hmm.

I was interrupted from my staring by a girl laughing from beside my car. No, not laughing… giggling. But to my surprise, I didn't instantly despise the sound immediately. I turned and saw a little red head and a guy with glasses. But my focus fell on the girl. She was short, had freckles, and was skinny. And of course, had red hair. Welllllll, more like crimson red. She wasn't ugly. The opposite, actually. She was very pretty. Gorgeous. She was in a black shirt with a bands album cover. It said "Battleborn." She liked The Killers! Fuck yeah! I'm not the only one. She also had on some grey skinny jeans and black converse. As she passed by she looked into my car and stopped "giggling." She saw me staring. Dangit. Not good for first impressions. She sped up and looked away. She started talking to the tall guy next to her and then she was out of my eye sight. I sighed and got out of my American Muscle that resembled the one Vin Deisel had in Tokyo drift when he made an appearance at the end. I walked, or should I say "swag- walked" to the front of the school. I could already hear girls whispering around me. I smirked. Hah, that was easy.

Alright! That was it. How was it? Please review and comment on anything I need to work on. Thanks for reading!

-Nemi