Okay, guys. Whew. Chapter 2. I want to know; do you want me to play the human angle for a while, or not? I'm thinking I am going to, just for something fresh, and unexpected, (pun intended). But I also want your opinion. Just a warning, I will be dropping the F-bomb (Or rather the characters will) So just be aware of that. There will be some more advanced language. I've never cursed like that before, so I'm taking a chance with this. Well, on to chapter 2, darlings! ^_^ Oh, and did I mention I'm switching to dual 1st person? ;)~Mermaid12108

Magnus: *Clears Throat* Megan doesn't own the mortal instruments or any of the characters. Was that good?

Me: Perfect.

Chapter Song(s): The Story Of Us~Taylor Swift

Picture To Burn~Taylor Swift

One Wish~Fifth Harmony

Let Her Go~Passenger

Story Of My Life~One Direction

Walking On Air~Katy Perry

Not Your Birthday~Allstar Weekend

Primadonna~Marina And The Diamonds

American Girl~Bonnie Mckee

Can we dance~The Vamps

Be still~The Fray

Clary P.O.V.

I practically skipped into school the next day, biting my lip to keep from smiling and adjusting my grey, and black/red stripped mandatory school skirt. The thing was not one of those crappy pencil skirts, it was the kind of skirts you saw on t.v. for private schools. So was the rest of my outfit; a tie, the same color as the skirt, and a open collared white blouse with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows. I clutched my books to my chest, striding into the classroom of Mr. Buttle, or, Mr. Butthole, as I liked to call him. I sat down in my desk at the back, and looked around the utterly boring classroom. I drummed my fingers on the desk, the rhythm steady. I hated my nervous habits. I was always so cautious, so jumpy. Damn ADHD. I was staring ahead, Mr. Butthole talking a monotone, when I felt something jab me in the back. It felt suspiciously like a pen. I turned around, annoyed. The wobbly desk did its thing when I turned around, lurching to the side the slightest bit. My breath caught in my throat. Jace Wayland was sitting there, slouched back in the chair, his legs spread out, a grin practically reaching his eyes. Again, I was entranced by his beauty. Cheekbones from the gods, and oh, damn, those dimples! His eyes were like liquid pools of gold, and they made me weak by the intense look they contained. His hair was tousled, as if he had run his hands through it a time, or twenty. "Why, Clarissa, hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to stare? I mean, I know I'm fine, but seriously."

I rolled my eyes, feigning calm, when really, the romans and greeks were raging a war in my stomach. "No, I don't think they have. Must've never come up."

He furrowed his eyebrows, his line of sight coming to my shoulder.

"What?" I asked. Oh crap, had my bra strap come down?

"Your hair is stuck in your earring." He said. Thank the gods. "Here. Let me get it."

He reached forward, his slender finger brushing my shoulder-

I stood in a dark alley, gasping as my knees were scraped raw by the pavement. I got up, but it was too late. The demon came forward, it's neon yellow eyes dripping blue venom. Its snake like body slithered to me, the teeth that accompanied each scale snapping, sheen steam wafting out, making a hissing sound overtime they snapped open. I screamed, and the image faded, symbols collapsing into me, the matrix of swirling lines scrambling my brain, and their blue glow blinding me. The next images passed by in flashes, fire consuming a beautiful land, creatures crawling dazzling glass towers. The sun blaring out, replaced by rain, a man transforming from man to beast in front of me, by back backed against a 1975 red ford pickup. My eyes couldn't seem get any rounder. But they tried, as the man sprouted fur on every inch of his body and he curled in on himself, his legs and arms morphing and his spine rising at an unnatural angle. "GO!" He shouted at me, popping his head up, glowing blue eyes an animal teeth enough to send me running. Suddenly the rain blew against me, and I stood in a old library type thing, a shimmering blue abyss warping and flowing like water behind me. Jace had his hand extended toward me, and I reached forward to take it, but just then a pair of arms wrapped around my torso. Jaces eyes widened. "CLARY!" He screamed, just as my bloodcurdling scream filled my ears, cutting off seconds later by the pair of arms dragging me into the darkness.

-and falling off, his face ashen. I gasped and scrambled back falling out of the desk, landing hard on my butt. The class snickered, but I was to freaked to care. Grabbing my bag, which thankfully had all my books in it, I bolted out of the classroom, ignoring Butthole's calls of "MISS. FRAY!"

I ran down the hallways, stands of my red hair escaping its ponytail and clinging to my forehead with sweat.

There were footsteps pounding in the hall behind me, but I ignored them. I ran until my legs burned from the effort. "Clary!" I ignored him, running faster. I escaped onto the St. Xaviers football field, the wet blades of grass spattered my skin with water, the parts unprotected by the sandals on my feet. Before I knew it, there was a body slamming into me, knocking the breath out of me as I tumbled to the ground. I knew it was Jace by the sent of mint and sandalwood that washed over me. "Let me go!" I said, silently cursing the tears that treaded down my cheeks.

"No. What the fuck was that back there, Clary?"

I twisted out of his grip, sitting on the damp ground,digging my fingers into the damp soil. "Nothing." I lied.

He looked at me like I had just said I was a man. "Nothing? You ran out of there like a bat out of hell. That is not nothing."

I refused to say anything, if I opened my mouth I would start bawling, and I was not going to cry in front of ace. No frickin way.

Still keeping my head down, I whispered, "I saw something."

He swallowed, a muscle in his jaw working. "What did you see?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, images of fire, blood, and destruction playing through my mind. "W-when you touched me," Dammit, I was stuttering. Why, of all times did I have to act like an idiot in front of a boy as hot as lava. I was actually halfway convinced he was Apollo, the sun god. "I had like this vision thing…and I-I don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry, I can't."

He looked up. "Then write it."

Did I hear him right? "Come again?"

"I said: Write it. If you don't want to talk about it, then write it down."

I bit my lip, thinking. Then, with a defeated sigh, I fished out a green spiral notebook, sketching down: Blood. Fire. Destruction. Things that aren't entirely…human. Losing you. I scratched out the last part until it was no longer recognizable. I would seem like some needy, pathetic loser. I mean, for gods, sake, we'd had one kiss! What I was left with was: Blood. Fire. Destruction. Things that aren't entirely…human. Losing you. Dying. I stuck out my hand, and watched as he took the paper and…put another in my hand? "Wha-"

"Who says you're the only one not wanting to talk about it?" He said.

Holy fishbowls. He'd had the visions too. Above us, the sky rumbled.

"Um..maybe we should-"

"-Go inside." He finished.

I nodded, just as the sky broke apart, rain pouring down on us. I yelped, and we ran for the cover of the gym. Once we were in, I took my ponytail out, my wet hair falling across my shoulders.

"How come that when I'm always with you, I end up soaking wet?"

He trailed his finger across my cheek and then my bottom lip, making my heart pound like the beat of a techno song.

Jace towered over me, his gold eyes lingering on my face. He leaned toward my neck, and his breath tickled my ear as he whispered,

"Because something as hot as you needs to be cooled down."

And…there went my control on my cheeks. They flamed to a rose red. And then, somehow, I was kissing him again, tasting of coffee, salt water, and strawberry. I decided this was my new favorite flavor. We seemed to devour each other, My hands fisted in hi shirt, and then slipping through his silky gold locks. Kissing Jace left my mind blank, the onlythings in the whorld were him and I, we aware in our own dimension, his hands on my waist, and his body pressing me against the wooden wall of the gym the onylthing keeping me from turning into jello right at his feet. The shrill ring of the tardy bell rang, causing us to break apart, but only a few inches. His eyelids were lowered as hesitated into my eyes and whispered in a husky tone that made me curl my toes in delight, "We should probably go."

I nodded, not able to form words yet. His hand slipped into my pocket, and he pulled out my cell phone. He handed it back to me, and I peered down at the glowing the glowing screen. He had put his number in.

"Meet me at the library at 4:00." Thats when school ended.

"Okay."

Then he was gone, and I closed my eyes, remembering the eel of his velvety lips on mine.

See you soon!~Mermaid12108