Hey again! I'm doing my best to update at least once a day now because school tests etc coming up and I might not be able to update as frequently. Also, I can't wait until they actually switch bodies.

Anyway, this chapter just gives a little background on Jace and Clary, and sets things up for later in the story.

Enjoy!


The red headed girl watched the whole exchange from around the corner. She smiled angelically as she watched Clary strut down the corridor, leaving Jace dumbfounded.

I can't wait to have a little fun with these two.


Clary sat in her room later that night, with her sketchbook in hand drawing quietly. She frowned through her concentration as she tried to redraw a line which just didn't want to look the way she wanted it to.

"Clary, there's mail for you!" Clary's mom, Jocelyn, shouted from the bottom of the staircase. Clary put her sketchbook down, got up from her spot on her bed and walked downstairs. She halted in front of Jocelyn who was standing with an envelope in her hand in the hallway. Clary took the envelope from a grinning Jocelyn who walked back through to the kitchen.

Clary's eyes widened as she read the return address on the letter; New York Institute of Arts.

My dream university.

She ripped open the envelope and quickly read over the letter. A scream erupted from her as she read the words 'invite you to be interviewed'.

"OH MY GOD, I HAVE AN INTERVIEW AT THE NEW YORK INSTITUTE OF ARTS!" Clary squealed as she ran through to the kitchen to see Jocelyn at the stove and her dad Valentine sitting at the dining table. He looked up from reading his paper and beamed.

"Of course they do, they'd be lucky to have such a talented young woman as a student." He said as Clary hugged him from behind and sat down at the table beside him.

Clary brushed a red curl out of her face in time to see Jocelyn smiling down at her with pride as she came around the kitchen worktops and handed her a plate.

"Congratulations honey."


Jace sat on one of the recliners in the living room, pigging out on his TV dinner while the television ran on in the background. His parents, Celine and Stephen, were sat in the tattered love seat across the room, also eating their TV dinners.

"So big game in a few weeks, son" Stephen said casually as he tore through a chicken wing.

Jace just nodded as he stuffed some fries into his mouth.

"And there's supposed to be some college scouts there."

A pressure that was starting to become familiar started up in Jace's stomach. He'd spent the last few days worrying about the game and college. Clary's words today had hit a sensitive spot inside him.

"Yeah, I know." He replied in a low tone.

"You'll do great son, don't waste your time worrying about it." Stephen winked as he went back to watching the TV.

Jace gave him a small smile which he didn't see.

Yeah, I hope so.


So I would've added that first bit in in Chapter 2 but I hadn't thought of it until after it was published. Silly me!

Yes, Valentine is a good guy in this story.

Review! :)