A/N: I am so amazed by the amount of feedback that I received from this story already! WOW! So I guess I do have to give you guys another chapter!

Jace.

What the hell just happened?

I turned back to Alec who just stood there with his camera in hand and a smirk on his own face. That son of a bitch really got my rejection on film? I guess he really needed to capture this moment in time since a girl before has never rejected me. What was this girl's damage? Most girls would kill to be in a position with me, but for the mouthy little redhead, she didn't seem the least bit phased by me. I was pissed! Who the hell did this girl think she was to just dismiss me like someone that was not even worth her time? No, if she thinks that she can just walk off like that and act like nothing happened, then she's got another thing coming to her. Without a second glance at my partner in crime I stormed after the girl, who was making her way to an… ice cream truck? My God, how childish is she? When I was within a few feet of her, I reached for her arm and pulled her back towards me. I watched as Jane Doe's body stumbled into mine. In that moment, my body reacted in a way that I didn't except it to react. Sure, Jane Doe was a pretty gorgeous woman, but I didn't think that she was as hot as the women I was usually into. I liked hot, that was my preference, calling someone 'gorgeous' without having an ulterior motive, like, let's say getting into her pants.

"What the hell—" she muttered, before looking back up at me through narrowed eyes, "Oh… it's you." And then she pulled back and righted herself.

"Yes, it's me." I bit back.

"What do you want?"

"What I want to know is why the hell you thought you could just speak to me like that? I mean, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?" I all but growled.

"Who pissed in my… Look, it's nothing against you; I just think that you're a womanizing jerk. That's all." She shrugged offhandedly.

"That's all? You just called me a 'womanizing jerk' and I'm not supposed to take offense to that?"

"Take it as you want, but I thought that was the type you were going for. Seducing women out of their panties. You shouldn't take offense to something that's true."

My mouth dropped. On some levels she was correct. Why was I taking offense to something that everyone knew was true? I embraced my jerk like nature, and women were drawn in by my charm. If that were the case, then why would a girl, whose name I don't even know, make me second-guess my true nature. Then a thought hit my mind and a small smirk made its way onto my face.

"How about you go on a date with me and then you can make your decision about me after it?"

"You're kidding me right?"

"Why would I joke about this?" Usually most women would be jumping at the chance to be in this position with me.

"Because, guys like you, don't usually go for girls like me?"

"Girls like you?"

"The good ones that don't jump into bed with a guy with a pretty face. You can't sway me, Jace Wayland."

"So, you know my name, but I don't know yours."

"Clary Fray."

"Interesting name."

"I'm an interesting girl."

"I'm beginning to see that." I smiled at her wit. Clary was definitely smarter than most women that I've encountered in the past. This was a challenge… a challenge I was willing to accept. Clary was different in the respect that she's not a traditional beauty. Freckles were normally not my idea of beauty, but on her, she made them work.

"One."

"Excuse me?"

"One. Date. If you prove me right, by proving how much of a jerk you are, then I want nothing to do with you again. Got it?"

"One date is all I need."

"Don't be late. I live in Rose Crest Dorm. Do you—"

"—Know where that is? Yes."

"Let me guess, you frequent there a lot." At least this time I had the decency to look ashamed. I'll admit, I was pretty ashamed that I had slept with a number of girls that resided in her dorm. What can I say? They were pretty hot.

"I plead the fifth? So can I have your number?" I asked, 'shyly.' Who am I kidding; I wasn't shy at all. "Pick you up at seven."

With that, she nodded and left my side, while I turned back to Alec and gave him a thumb's up.

Damn, I was good.

Seven o'clock rolled around sooner than I thought it would. I was dressed in a black pair of skinny jeans with a crisp button down shirt. My hair was playfully messy and I was wearing my favorite Giorgio Armani cologne that made all the girls fall at my feet. Tonight, I was definitely looking good and I couldn't wait to see what Clary was wearing. I hoped that it was something that showed a little skin. Granted, that wouldn't be something that she wanted to hear from me, but that's what I wanted to see from her, there was no denying it. What do you expect; I'm a man.

Alec was acting particularly weird tonight when I told him that I was going out on a date with Clary. When I asked him how I looked, he simply nodded his head in approval, but made no motion to speak any further to me about it. The thing about Alec was that he forgot that I was as perceptive as I am. He probably didn't realize that I could see his eyes narrow when I even mentioned Clary's name, or the fact that he would tense up when he looked in my general direction. We grew up together, he was my best friend, and of course I knew when something pissed him off. Well, when I asked him what his problem was, he simply shrugged me off and told me to have fun with 'Nameless Girl,' and stormed out of the apartment. This guy was practically my brother since his family raised me as their own from the time I turned ten. I was twenty now, and soon we will be celebrating out anniversary of a complete family together. I didn't know what his deal was, but now was not the time for me to focus on what has him so pissy.

Whatever.

I arrived at Clary' dorm in no time flat in my sleek, black, Ferrari. I shot her a quick text to let her know that I was here. I waited for an automatic response like most sensible women did when they texted me, but none came. I looked at the inverted triangle in the upper right hand corner of my Iphone, and saw that I was in an area with service, so there would have been no reason for her to not receive the text. I waited for another five minutes before shooting her another text. Again, nothing came. And before I knew it, thirty minutes had passed and we had missed our reservation.

I. Was. Pissed.

Who did this girl think she was? You can't just stand up a guy who makes reservations at a nice, little, hole-in-the-wall restaurant, and not even think about replying to his text while he's sitting in front of your dorm. Angrily, I sought vengeance on the petite redhead.

No one made a fool out of Jace Wayland.

So, like the mature twenty-year-old that I was, I texted one of my 'backups' and asked them for a date, knowing that she lived in Clary's dorm. The girl was outside in less than ten minutes. Her name was Kaelie Lenox. She was blonde, loose, and 'well-endowed,' just the way I liked them. Feeling particularly vengeful, I sent a text to Clary, reading:

"If you hadn't been such a prissy little tease, then it would be you riding in this car with me. winky face." Almost immediately she responded.

"I don't go out with assholes who don't meet me at the door." Said the first one.

"Plus, I don't date guys that have 'backup dates.' That really screams, 'mature.' Have a nice life. "

Well, I'll be damned.

A/N: And that was chapter two! Sorry for any grammatical errors! Yes, Jace is a bit of a douche, but he's not used to girls being invincible to his charm. And yes, he handled that immaturely, but c'mon, he's a womanizer! What do you think of Clary's reaction? As always, read and review!