Okay, sorry for not updating sooner! I was writing a lot of other stories/one-shots! I hope (if you read them) that you liked them! Um, this chapter is 2 classes and break! There will be some competition because Chelsea is in Jace's COMMON SET! *shocked faces* I know, I cannot believe I did that myself! But, good news, Chelsea is also in Clary's common set so that means Jace is with Clary most of the day. Anyways…To Infinity and Beyond!

(I watched 'Toy Story 1' randomly on YouTube last night…shows how random I am)

St Xavier's School Years

Chapter Three

CPOV

I trudged along to English with my laptop, sketchbook and diary for homework held to my side with my left arm. I had rushed Isabelle, Alec and Jace to the reception desk straight after the bell sounded. Turned out that Isabelle and Alec were in common set 3 and Jace and I were in common set 2. I had to admit, I was overjoyed when I found out about Jace being in my common set—my only problem was that Chelsea was in my common set; which meant that Jace was in Chelsea's common set as well as mine.

I felt someone lace their fingers through mine but I didn't pull away. I knew those hands. The hands with the tiny, thin white scars of old Marks; the knuckles with old calluses and scabs from battles in the past. The hands of a grown-up, strong, determined shadow-hunter warrior. Not the hands of a young, immature, sarcastic, teenage boy. But these hands were matches to the rest of this boy's body. Jace's body. Jace's hand slipped out of mine and reappeared around my waist. I looked up at him questioningly. He nodded his head toward something and I followed his gaze ahead of us to what he meant.

I sighed dramatically and rested my hand over Jace's on my waist and leant my head on his shoulder. Chelsea was standing at the doorway to our English classroom in her normal everyday attire. Short pink skirt…very short pink skirt, tight fitting white singlet which was evidently way too small for her because it showed her whole stomach, neon pink peep toe high heels which—if she tried to walk down a set of stairs she would most definitely hurtle down them. This thought pleased me in ways that brought a huge grin to my face.

"What are you smiling about?" Jace whispered into my ear

"Oh, just a thought; of her hurtling down the stairs in those shoes…" I trailed off absently as we came closer to the door, in which, Chelsea was waiting at.

As I saw Chelsea take a strut forward toward Jace I stopped and wrapped my arms possessively around his neck and stretched up. Jace's hands wrapped around my waist and lifted me up a little but not evidently. His lips brushed across mine softly. I could feel him smile against my skin—he obviously got the idea on why I suddenly kissed him. I heard the sharp taps of Chelsea's heel on the concrete as she strutted a few more steps but stopped when the message got into her tiny brain. There was a high-pitched 'humph' and the click of a heel as Chelsea stomped her foot, put her hands on her hips and pouted massively.

Jace pulled away, repositioned his arm around my lower-back and expertly manoeuvred me around Chelsea and into the classroom.

Jace and I sat together at the back. Jace was looking at the teacher as if she had gone mad as I scribbled on my notebook pages in pure boredom.

William Shakespeare had written— blah blah blah… I thought absently as our teacher babbled on about this guy who is dead and wrote plays that women weren't allowed to act in. It was all very medieval and I reckon that Jace needn't even bother listening to whatever she was saying because it's not as if Nephilim will ask us when Shakespeare was born and how many plays he wrote on course of, I think, 29 years or something.

I looked over to Jace and noticed, as if he could read my mind, that he was not paying attention to our teacher but studying me intently. Usually this would have registered in my mind. I would have looked over to him and asked him why he was staring at me. Or if my mind wouldn't register it—my nerves would have. I would have had a tingly feeling under my skin and this feeling of being watched. But with Jace I didn't feel any of that. Just normal but when I looked over I saw. But I still didn't feel uncomfortable under his burning gaze.

"What?" I whispered to him, leaning in closer so I didn't have to repeat myself.

"Oh, nothing; it's just I'm noticing a lot of guys are watching you. And I'm trying to figure out why you said you weren't popular." He said matter-of-factly, furrowing his brow slightly and tilting his head.

I looked around the room to all the guys in my class. Jace was right; they were mostly all looking at me—but turned their heads when I locked eye contact with them.

"Well, I'm not actually that popular, like Chelsea popular but I do easily make friends. But I never thought myself as the male population female attraction." I whispered back

"Well, admittedly, you are good at making friends. Or, in our situation, deeper relationships," Jace lowered his voice for the last sentence, "and I did already tell you that most of the guys in your school would be attracted to you. It's in Nephilim blood. The angel-blood makes us look more attractive. That's why Isabelle does what she does to kill demons. When you met us for the first time; Isabelle was seducing that demon into—"

"Miss Fray, Mr Lightwood. Are you two talking intently about William Shakespeare over there? I don' think so; so would you like to share what you were talking about?" out teacher shrilled, like a knife cutting through air

Jace's head flicked back to the front of the classroom, where our teacher was staring expectantly at us.

"Actually Miss. We were talking about William Shakespeare," Jace announced maintaining his calm and collected expression.

"Oh?" She questioned, delicately placing her left hand on her hip.

"We were just discussing—along the lines of the infamous play Romeo & Juliet—if and who Shakespeare might have been inspired by to write the script to the play," Jace laced his finger together in front of him, "It's ever so creative and I don't think I would have thought up something so complex and twisted. Would you have any idea who he might have been in relation with in that period of time?"

Our teacher was shell-shocked. She shook her head to clear the amazement of attentiveness that Jace had just conjured up in a matter of milliseconds.

"Um…well—it could have been…Err," she stuttered out and then quickly composed herself, "Well, I don't really know… I think that Shakespeare's plays were so memory long-lived because his idea's and humour was so original and creative. But, if that play was inspired by someone it would have, in chance, been just the tree of royalties in the Elizabethan Times."

Jace furrowed his brow in deep thought. "Hmm, I think you just might be right. The Elizabethan Times were very inspirational and evident in the settings and language Shakespeare used for his plays…" Jace trailed off absently, his brow easing out to calm like the ocean retreating back from the shores.

"Yes. The Old English language used in Shakespeare's—"

Our teacher was cut off sharply by the sound of the bell ringing loudly through the hallways and classrooms of St. Xavier's.

As quick as lightning Jace had swept her up and flew her out the door and behind a corridor corner. Clary was dazed from being carried out of class. If Jace was going to be consistent on that habit then she was never going to get used to it. She slowly came back to reality.

"What was that? And why did you just carry me out of the freakin' classroom!?" She spat through her teeth.

Jace smiled smugly and took another step toward her. It was then that she noticed how close he was and what position she was in between the wall and him. She was pressed onto the flat cold surface of the cream coloured wall. His right elbow was leaning on the wall just next to her head and his hand was hidden in his golden locks of hair. He was leaning his forehead on hers and had moved his other hand—the one that wasn't supporting his head between her and him—had moved to wind its way around her waist and behind her back. He suddenly pulled her toward him and crashed his lips to hers. She gasped quickly before his lips touched hers and then he pulled away as fast he pulled her in.

"Mr Lightwood, Miss Fray. No fraternising in the hallways, as you, Clarissa Fray, should know." came the shrilling voice of Mrs Slim; Mrs Slim the head principle, "Mr Lightwood, I do not blame you as it is your first day but Miss Fray—I will see you in Detention after school. You will be joined by Jason Tyran, Monica Stealth, Heath Kellen, Stan Millridge and Chelsea Taylor."

"Yes Mrs Slim," Clary said back blankly

Ending Author's Note: Okay, so I hope that one was okay! Oooo, we have Chelsea and a few other guys in that Detention after school. Naw, poor Clary! First day back and she's caught flirting with the hottest guy in school, only to get a firkin detention! Did I mention it's her first firkin day!? Haha. So, some of the guys like Heath Kellen, Stan Millridge and Jason Tyran will be trouble in Detention. Chelsea will be Chelsea in detention. I hope that's pretty predictable for you guys!

Humans were made to press buttons…virtual or actual. So that pretty green one below is your nature! You were BORN to press it! *laughs evilly*…

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xoxo Clary:P