Jace Herondale watched as Alexander Lightwood fiddled with the top of the library door, attempting to remove the screw. Jace knew that the Lightwood boy probably knew what he was doing, but he just couldn't drop the nervous feeling, rapidly increasing in his stomach.

"Lightwood, that's school property, you know, and it doesn't belong to us!" The skinny brown haired boy yelled to Alexander from across the room, but Alexander probably didn't care who it belonged door suddenly hissed, shutting with a loud bang.

"That's funny Lightwood but come on, fix it." Jace said harshly to him, watching the boy as he walked back over to the seat behind Jace, slipping the screw into one of his pockets.

"You should probably fix that..." The boy with glasses muttered.

"What am I, a genius?" Alexander asked the two, sitting down quickly in his chair.

"No, you're an asshole!" Jace yelled, turning around to face the boy.

"What a funny guy!"

"Fix the door!"

"Shush, everyone just shut up!" Alexander yelled to the room, signaling with his hands to turn down their voices "Just listen, I've been here before, I know what I'm doing"

"No, just open the doo-"

"SHUT UP!" Alexander yelled at Jace, the blonde boy was about to yell back at the pale boy, just as a loud 'God damn it!' could be heard from the corridor. The door to the library was violently pulled open, to reveal Principle Starkweather, his face a ugly shade of red. Jace quickly turned round in his seat as he entered, his golden eyes widening as he walked in.

"Why is that door closed?" Starkweather asked the five, pointing to the door as he quickly walked over to the desks. "Why is that door closed?!" He walked up to where Jace sat, and he flinched as the blotchy faced man neared him, leaning over the wooden desk separating them. Jace was extremely thankful for the separation between them.

"How are we supposed to know, we're not supposed to move, right?" Alexander Lightwood muttered. Starkweather looked from Jace to Magnus, his eyes watching, bulging out of his head.

"Why?" He yelled at Magnus. Magnus's mouth moved as though he didn't know what to say, as he looked up at the principle.

"I don't know, we were just sat here, you know, like we're supposed to." Magnus said, a flush rising on his face. Starkweather straightened up, a smirk forming on his mouth. He walked around the desk, and next to where Jace was sat, watching Alexander as he went, and then turning his cold eyes onto the two sat on the other side of the room.

"Who closed that door?" He repeated, pointing towards the now shut door, looking at the boy with the glasses. Jace didn't know why, but the boy somehow reminded him of a rat, the way he twitched his nose before he went to push his glasses up, and the mousy brown hair occupying his head. The boy went to speak, but Alexander, who was looking down at his hands muttered,

"I think a screw fell out of it."

"It just closed, sir." Jace added, wanting to be free of the interrogation Starkweather was providing.

"WHO?" Starkweather yelled yet again. Jace heard a small squeak from the back of the room, and he knew it was the tiny red headed girl. There was a small bang, and Jace turned his head quickly and saw her head was down on the table, covered by the gigantic hood attached to her jacket.

"She doesn't talk, sir." Alexander looked away from the girl and at his hands, which were placed in front of him on the table. Jace looked at Magnus, who caught his eyes, and gave him a light shrug.

"Give me that screw." Starkweather said in disgust, looking back at Alexander, and pointing at him.

"I don't have it."

"You want me to yank you out of your seat and pull it out of you?" The principle almost yelled, his hand shaking as he pointed at the pale boy.

"I don't have it, screws fall out all the time, the world's an imperfect place." Alexander replied, his tone light as he gave a small shrug.

"Give it to me Lightwood." Starkweather said darkly, his eyebrows pulled together as he stared at the boy.

"Excuse me sir, but why would anyone want to steal a screw?" Magnus asked the principle, turning around in his seat to face him. Jace looked at him in surprise, but then again, he probably would've said something in defense of the boy if it meant getting Starkweather out of the library.

"Watch it." Was all the principle said, pointing his hand at the glittery boy as he walked back to the front. Jace watched as Alexander looked up at Magnus, his eyes pale, blue and surprised. Magnus narrowed his eyes back, and shook his head, rolling his eyes as he turned back around. Starkweather walked over to the door, slamming it open, and held it with his hand. He quickly pulled the chair that was conveniently placed next to the door, putting it in the gap between the heavy double doors.

"The door's way too heavy, sir." Alexander called from his seat. Starkweather held the chair in place, then slowly backed away, letting his hand fall from the door. It quickly swung shut, ejecting the chair from it's place, and down the corridor. Jace couldn't help but let out a small grin as the principle let out a series of curses from behind the door. The door quickly re-opened, and Starkweather stepped into the library, clearing his throat, hands on his hips.

"Jace Herondale." He called. Jace felt the smile fall from his lips as he looked at the principle who was surveying him with distaste. "Get up here." He clicked his fingers and pointed next to him, with a stubby finger. Jace looked around, getting up and walking over to the principle, and looked at the clicking finger with narrowed eyes.

"Hey, how come Jace gets to get up?" Alexander yelled, pointing to where Jace's now empty seat lay, pushed away from the desk. Jace let out another sigh, brushing the curls that had fallen into his eyes as the principle began pulling the magazine rack that was hidden behind the main desk, towards the door. Jace caught on, grabbing the back and pulling it in between the door. "If he gets up, we'll all get up. It'll be anarchy!" Alexander continued, making wild gestures with his hands

"Watch the magazines." Starkweather muttered to Jace as he climbed over the rack, and onto the other side, pulling it with him.

"Well, it's out of my hands." Alexander finished, holding up his hands in defeat. The rack of magazines now completely blocked the library door, and unfortunately, the way for Jace to return to the library. He began to climb over the magazines and back into the library, as the principle grabbed his arm and pulled him over, much to Jace's dismay, on top of all the magazines. He heard the huffs of laughter around the room, with everyone's eyes on him, as he pursed his lips and winced at the humiliation.

"But what if there's a fire?" Alexander asked. "I think violating fire codes, and endangering the lives of students wouldn't be a wise decision in your career, sir."

"Alright, Alright, get this outta here, what's the matter with you?" Starkweather asked Jace, who had now climbed back into the library. Clicking his fingers again, Jace let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he began pulling the magazine rack back towards the desk. He didn't know why the principle kept clicking his fingers, like Jace was a disobedient dog.

"Well you do know the school comes with fire exits at either end of the library." He heard the brown haired boy mutter.

"Show dick some respect!" Alexander exclaimed as the boy pointed to back of the library. Jace, having returned the magazines to their original place, moved back towards the table at the front, Starkweather following him, giving him a hard push on the back.

"Go, get back in your seat." He said harshly, glaring at Jace. "I expected a lot better from a varsity Letterman." He said, looking down at Jace with narrowed eyes. Jace looked up, meeting his stare with one of his own, his mouth a thin line, arms folded below him. "And you're not fooling anybody, Lightwood. The next screw who falls out is going to be you."

"Eat my shorts." Alexander muttered under his breath, leaning back in his seat. Principle Starkweather's face shot up, his eyes wide as he looked at Alexander.

"What was that?" He said, stalking over to where the boy sat.

"Eat. My. Shorts" The boy repeated louder, looking up from his seat to the principle.

"You just got yourself another Saturday." Mr Starkweather said, pointing at Alexander, his hand on his hip.

"I'm crushed." Alexander sighed, another pout forming on his lips as he placed a hand over his heart.

"One more, right there!"

"Well I'm free the Saturday after that, but beyond that, I'm probably gonna have to check my calendar."

"Good! It's going to be filled. We can keep going, you know." Starkweather yelled, his face returning to the red, blotchy colour it started as. "You want another one? Come on, say the word, one yes, come on!" Jace cursed under his breath, knowing that Starkweather just wanted a rise out of Alexander. He prayed the boy would just shut up for once, and not continue to put the rest of the room through another interrogation. "Instead of going to prison, you know you'll come here." Alexander stayed silent throughout the man's yelling, as Jace released a breath he hadn't known he held. "You through?" Starkweather finished.

"No"

"You do know I'm doing society a favor, keeping you here."

"So?"

"There, that's another one, I've got you in here for the rest of your natural life, so watch your step! want another one?" The man shouted. Jace closed his eyes, letting out an frustrated sigh, and let his head fall back, listening to the constant yells behind him.

"Yes."

"You got another one, well done, pal!" Alexander flicked his hair away from his face looking down at the floor, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Cut it out!" Magnus Bane's voice cut through the two arguing, his body turned in his seat, looking at Alexander, who turned to him in surprise. Jace sat up,and turned to Magnus in surprise. When Alexander's eyes met Magnus's, Jace saw Magnus mouth 'cut it out!' again to the boy. Alexander was still watching Magnus with surprise, as Starkweather's voice broke through the pair.

"You through?"

"Not even close, pal." Alexander replied, his eyes turning and narrowing onto the principle.

"Good! You got another one, there."

"You think I give a shit?"

"Another." Alexander didn't reply, just staring back at the principle through narrowed, pale blue eyes. "You through?" Starkweather asked.

"How many is that?" Alexander replied.

"That's seven, and including the one where he asked if Barry Manilow knew he raided his closet." The boy with glasses answered, holding up his hands in indication of the numbers

"Now it's eight, and you stay out of it." Starkweather shouted, his hands on his hips.

"I'm sorry sir, but it's seven." The boy said, looking up at the principle with raised eyebrows

"Shut up, peewee." The principle said, turning his head around to address the boy. Jace raised his eyebrows at the principle's name for the boy , as he turned back to Alexander. The boy with glasses blinked, before nodding his head, and muttering something under his breath. Principle Starkweather now had a smirk on his blotchy face, holding up two fingers as he began to walk back to the front, his eyes trained on Alexander.

"You're mine, Lightwood. Two months. For two months you're mine. I got you." Starkweather said, the smirk now twisting into a smile, as he backed up.

"What can I say?" Alexander asked, flicking his hair back. "I'm thrilled."

"I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. And you know what, Lightwood? You ought to spend a little more time actually doing something with yourself, and a lot less time trying to impress people. You might be better off." Starkweather said, his lip curled up at the side. Alexander rolled his eyes, and lent back in his seat.

"And that's it!" Starkweather yelled, Jace jumped in surprise, looking up at the principle, who was seemingly addressing the rest of the room. "I'm going to be sat right outside those doors, and the next time I come in here, I'll be cracking skulls!" He pointed to his office across the hall. Jace turned to face Alexander, who was mouthing along to the last line of Starkweather's speech. Starkweather turned on his heel, not looking back at any of the five, until he got to the door, and raised two fingers, looking back at Alexander with a smirk then turned back and left, the door slamming loudly in his wake.

Chapter 3? I don't really like this one, but here we are. You'll get more Clace and Malec next chapter, so don't you forget about me. ;)

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