Alright, second one shot in the series! Enjoy!

Random thought : I was just thinking; Why are all authors notes usually so enthusiastic? It must be false enthusiasm because I know that I usually post a chapter right after I'm finished writing it, and that by that point I am absolutely mentally exhausted and can't muster the energy to be properly enthusiastic. I was also thinking I'll post regular random thoughts on chapters and fics. You lucky ducks will get to see how the mind of a genius (read : halfwit) works, and I will relieve the mental burden of the thoughts, and get to see your kooky thoughts in return. Maybe? Please grace me with the presence of your kooky thoughts!

CPOV

I was sitting in Science class.

Just sitting in science class, at my assigned lab table.

Just sitting there doing my work, with my lab partner.

Just sitting there…

Watching in horror as my asshole lab partner, THE Jace Wayland, a gorgeous hunk of awful personality, smirked as he used his words to make it look like the recent accident at our lab table was my fault too. Those sarcastic, untrue words, formed by his perfect lips, were digging us both in deep, and I was not surprised when the science teacher afforded us both detention, even though all I had done was sit there and gape at the asshat next to me.

Finally, I snapped out of it, held my head in my hands and groaned. Jace turned to look at me questioningly.

"What, don't tell me you don't want to spend two hours in detention with my marvellous self?" He smirked, his longish blonde curls falling in front of his perfectly chiselled face and amber eyes.

I had known Jace for a while now. A while being about ten years. He had laughed and made fun of my red hair when we had first met at age seven. I tried to be his friend again and again, but he pushed me away, and annoyed and poked fun at me endlessly. I don't know why I kept trying, except that I would catch occasional glimpses of a better person underneath all the douchebaggery, especially towards Alec, his best friend. I just felt like he felt that he had to push people away and I wanted to help. Finally, I gave up and ignored the asshole as best I could.

Unfortunately, he had grown from a beautiful little boy into a gorgeous teenager, and his attitude was constantly overlooked. He attracted plenty of attention, certainly enough so that he could ignore me as thoroughly as I did him. Somehow, though, he always managed to intrude on my life, including managing to get himself assigned as my lab partner. And now, only a week in, we both had detention because of him. I was nearing my breaking point, I swear to you. I could take only so much.

But now, I had something on him, that I planned to use to my advantage. Jace seemed to now be attracted to me. I knew I had grown up just fine, but I was small beyond belief. Five-foot-two and with gentle curves, I was easily the lightest person in the school. In any case, I often saw him giving me strange dark-eyed looks. I had no idea how I would use this, since I wasn't really a tease, but I figure it was definitely a good weapon to have in my arsenal.

Also, I was currently staying with one of my best friends, Magnus, while my mom and her new husband traveled. Magnus was a year older than me, and happened to be gay, as well as dating Alec. Everyone knew that Alec was gay, but now that he and Magnus were dating, I had them both in the palm of my hand.

Thinking of Magnus made me realize that Jace's words were exactly the sort of thing Magnus would say, especially the "marvellous" part. Imagining this, I burst out laughing.

It took a full five minutes to get myself under control, during which time Jace looked on, confused and most likely amused.

Finally, the bell rang, and I swiped my stuff off the desk and walked out, still chortling. Reaching my locker, I realized that Jace must have thought I was laughing at the prospect of spending detention with him, and he would have taken my laughter as incredulity, therefore injuring his precious and massively inflated ego. This made me smile again.

I had art last period that day, and art always made me happy, so I walked into detention with a bounce in my step.

The bounce dissipated when I noticed Jace already sitting there.

Scowling, I settled into the desk next to him, as was required for detentions. For some reason the teachers hoped that the misbehaved students would see the error of their ways faster if they were sitting next to their partners in crime.

Except that Jace was not my partner in crime, and I was stuck here for two hours with him. Damn.

"Hello, Red."

Three guesses who.

"Hello, asshat." I replied, turning to give him a blinding smile.

"Happy to see me?"

"Not at all. I'm just practising false enthusiasm for drama class." I gave him another smile.

He almost looked surprised, slouching there in his chair. Then he seemed to get over it, unfortunately.

"You don't take drama." He said, smirking.

"No kidding?" I asked, "I had no idea you were an ass as well as a stalker." I furrowed my brow in false confusion.

"We have all the same classes, except for one, which I know for a fact is art for you." He almost seemed hurt that I hadn't realized this, and I was surprised he had realized it at all.

I was spared answering as the detention monitor walked in. He gave us the once over, then flapped a hand at us and told us to finish our homework, and that music would not be allowed.

My eyes narrowed in annoyance. If this was their idea of detention, no wonder people were here so often. Who on earth would learn their lesson doing this?

I had already finished my homework anyway, so I started drawing again, ignoring Jace.

Apparently he was done his homework too, because he started trying to see what I had drawn. I didn't really care if he saw it, so just to spite him, I shoved the sketch of the front of the class in his face.

"There, happy? Now you can see it!" I hissed.

He plucked the drawing out of my hands as the teacher noticed the disturbance.

Strolling up that aisle between the desks, he held out his hand for the drawing. I slouched in my chair, pouting as the guy's eyes roved the paper Jace handed to him.

Finally, he held it out to me.

"Miss Fray, please keep your promiscuous fantasies off paper and in your head in future." He said, sternly.

Gaping, I turned the sheet and looked at it. On it was a crude drawing of what was clearly me and Jace.

Except that we weren't fighting as we usually would. We were kissing, and his shirt was off.

I saw red. Anger seared my brain and I yelled the first thing that came to mind. The only words capable of expressing the emotion of the moment.

"OH, HELL NO!" I drew the sound out, making myself sound like a cliché black woman yelling at her son's bad behaviour.

I was beyond caring though. My chair fell to the floor with a clatter as I stood up abruptly. Turning, I faced Jace, who looked shocked, drew my hand back and punched the bastard's golden features.

Aaaah. Sweet, sweet release.

The punch was perfect, arcing in a solid right hook straight into his cheekbone, and a good part of his eye. His nose wouldn't break, which was almost a shame, but when I threw the punch, I went for maximum pain rather than a broken olfactory appendage.

I was intensely glad that Luke, my new dad, had taught me to throw an effective punch.

Jace was now leaning over the corner of the desk from the force of the punch, and if I had had a mirror right then, I 'm sure that my eyes would have been alight with a happy fire. I was redeemed.

Taking my time, I collected my things, snatched the drawing off my desk and handed it to the teacher once I got to the front of the room.

"I didn't draw it." I said calmly.

His shocked eyes fell to the page in front of him, still speechless, just like Jace, who was staring at me in wonderment when I looked back at him.

Giving him another blinding smile, I turned and walked out.

Hey guys, so this is the second one-shot in my How Jace Met Clary series, although it isn't really about how they meet. Anyways, I just wanted say that I will be posting a rather angsty continuation soon for this, making it a two-shot, so look out for that, but in the meantime I just wanted to post this so you could appreciate a little light humour. The continuation is also the reason for the extensive history concerning Jace and Clary. Tell me what you think!