"Jace will be your tutor as of today, Clary." Maryse turned to me, clearly ignoring Jace's words. She made Jace seem like a tiny ant, with her cold, hard superior voice.

Jace turned, staring at me, his eyes full of shock and terror.

Cold, Hard Steel

"No. Like this." Jace said, his voice sounded like a mechanical robot. No emotions, although there seemed to be a hint of the slightest annoyance. He leveled his seraph blade perfectly on his hands, and with one swift movement sent it flying through the air, hitting the target bullseye. I huffed, and tried it again. Everything seemed so easy and elegant for Jace, but I kept feeling like I was failing every task he taught me.

We were in the training room, in the Institute. Maryse had given us permission for private use of the room, so there would be no disturbances. It was hard having such a beautiful guy as, well, my teacher. Sometimes, it was even impossible for me concentrate on anything else than his beautiful golden eyes.

The training started the next day, and I had been training with Jace for two days now. And never once, did I see any emotion spark. His pretty face held a sad aura. That was probably why, he didn't show any emotions.

"Clary. Clary, the tip of the seraph blade is balanced too much to your left." Jace said, snapping me back into reality. I jerked. I always did, when he said my name.

"O-Oh, yeah... Right." I replied, righting the problem half heartedly. I threw the blade again. It was close to the target, but I felt as if it wasn't completely right. I didn't feel that sort of feeling, when I knew that I had done it right. I felt as if I was wildly throwing stuff into complete darkness. I made a frustrated sound as Jace handed me another blade.

I put the blade in between my hands, trying to level it the same way Jace had.

"Your posture." Jace frowned,"Thrust your hip forward, and have your right foot in front of your left." I frowned. How was that even possible. I didn't want to be the student that commented on everything the teacher said, so I tried. But somehow, being who I am, I messed it up and ended almost tripping. With my cheeks red from the embarrassment, I righted myself and dusted invisible particles off my clothes, pretending not to care.

"Try again." Jace said, the ever so slight frustration creeping back into his voice. I half groaned, half sighed, and readied myself again. I took up the stance again. I heard frowning. He wasn't the only one who was getting tired and annoyed. I was about to turn around and stand up to Jace, when I felt hands on my hips.

Instantly I jerked, "W-What are you doing Jace?" I asked alarmed. "I told you to thrust your hips forward." Jace replied tonelessly. He pushed my hips forward, and as surprised as I was, I leaned forward. Only, a little too much.

I sent us flying down onto the training mattress. I'm such a klutz.

"S-Sorry" I mumbled. Jace had fallen on top of me, his hands still on my hips. He looked shocked. He wasn't a total robot after all. Some part of me relaxed upon finding out of his unusual showing of emotions. It meant that he was capable of loving or caring.

We were lying there, looking into each other's eyes, for I don't know how long. My heart was pounding, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. My cheeks were undoubtedly tomato red by now, but I just couldn't stop looking into those deep, beautiful golden eyes. Until unfortunately, he cleared his throat and reluctantly pulled his hands off of me. And just then, I thought I saw a flicker of friendliness or love on his face. But it happened so fast, I wasn't sure, it even happened.

He stood up, extending his hand to help me. I took it without hesitating. Once I looked at him again, his old usual steel hard, cold facade was up and running again. I know it's wrong, to think that your tutor is hot, but I couldn't help myself. I had thought that he was going to be an old, chubby and boring teacher. Like all teachers. Well, all school teachers for that matter. But I guess that wasn't the first thing I had gotten wrong.

We stared at each other for a little while more. Jace looked like he was about to say something, but just then, the doors barged open. And in came a tall, dark-haired girl, who looked very much like Maryse. Her boots clicked against the floor, sending echoing sounds throughout the whole room.

"Jace. Mom says I can take over. I mean, it's not like I'm totally over-excited that I have to, but it's punishment for not showing up." The dark-haired girl, presumably Isabelle, announced, rolling her eyes a little.

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