Okay so I thought I'd upload another chapter today as they're not very long at the moment and it takes a while for the story to develop...mainly just to cover Jace and Clary's first meeting

Disclaimer : Obviously don't own any characters etc - borrowed from the wonderful Cassandra Clare

Chapter 2

As Clary got out of Jonathan's car her stomach plummeted, with her nerves escalating far beyond her control. Breathe she reminded herself as she grabbed her bag, swinging it over her shoulder. She contemplated walking off without her brother, but soon dismissed the idea as his arm slung over her shoulder, steering her towards reception where he introduced them and, naturally, did all of the talking. Having spaced out of the conversation she only noticed his agitated tone after he had been arguing for several minutes, something about two of their classes not being the same. Thank God Clary thought eagerly hoping there was no solution to this problem.

"Look," Jonathan was saying whilst leaning over the reception desk, "Clarissa needs to stay with me…as her brother I need to keep an eye on her and make sure she's okay".

Eventually it remained that Clary would have two subjects where her brother could not infiltrate, once of them being her favourite subject art. Inwardly Clary was ecstatic as not only was this her first period, but she had it nearly every day. Careful to hide her emotions on the outside she allowed a sigh to escape her as the bell indicating homeroom rang. Jonathan gave one last glare to the receptionist and stalked off, dragging Clary with him.

Mr Graymark, Clary decided, was instantly likeable with an easy going smile as he welcomed them both to the school. Thankfully not making them introduce themselves they sat down with relatively little attention, despite the looks many of the girls were giving Jonathan.

"Hi, I'm Simon" a brown-haired boy with a dungeons and dragons t-shirt on the left of Clary smiled, putting out his hand. She smiled in return, gratefully taking it, feeling happier than she had all morning. The moment ended, however, when Jonathan glared over at the boy, silencing any further conversation.

Clary found herself counting down the minutes until she would be free of her brother's irrational behaviour, albeit only for a little while, just managing to contain a smile when the bell rang.


Jace grinned to himself when he saw Aline panic as she got out of her car, trying desperately not to laugh as she ran off to her first class. Being late wasn't intentional, but it certainly wasn't a negative of having Aline stay over. He sauntered into school at his own pace, and after picking up his timetable and ignoring complaints of lateness he ambled into his first class.

"Jace, how nice of you to join us." Mr Blackwell said with raised eyebrows as he gestured to the only available seat in the class. Jace smiled blandly in return, about to reply with a witty remark when his gaze followed the direction of his hand. Sitting by an easel with a face of deep concentration was a girl with red hair in a messy bun, her green eyes bright with happiness. A muffled cough from Blackwell shook Jace out of his reverie as he realised he had been staring for too long. Briskly walking over to his seat he attempted to get to work as fast as possible to draw attention away from him.

Deciding not to let his close proximity to waste he stole a few glances of her work, which he had to admit, even by his standards, was exquisite. The theme, Jace saw written on the board, was "landscape" and he was astounded how vivid her picture was considering she must have only worked on it for ten minutes or so. Once she caught him staring and a deep blush spread across her cheeks before swiftly focusing back to her easel. Angelic, Jace thought before shaking his head attempting to rid himself of it. When the class was over he decided to watch where she would go, in order to give him some information regarding her personality so he could figure her out and get some peace of mind.

Clary jumped at the bell and looked, Jace decided, immensely disappointed. As he slowly scooped up his bag he watched as she hesitantly edged towards to door, craning her neck as if to check if someone was there. However once she had found whoever she was looking for she looked more anxious than ever, so much so that Jace was about to ask what was wrong when suddenly her face adopted a look of indifference, one that Jace knew by heart. Interesting Jace mused as he watched her open the door with an air of confidence that he knew was fake.

Following her out he saw the person who elicited these feelings within her face to face, some smirking jerk who lazily slung his arm around her as soon as she left the classroom. In guy terms he was screaming out she's mine to anyone within a five mile radius but what perplexed Jace was why she let him control her like that. About to intervene he was distracted by seeing an unusually flustered Alec leaning against his locker talking to a very glittery person he didn't recognise.

Please R & R! to be honest even if you hate it I'd like to know - also still don't know what occ or ooc means..and if anyone has any ideas for the story then let me know as it isn't set in stone and I'm more writing to see where it takes me (basically open for suggestions :) )