Note: 20 REVIEWS IN 9 HOURS! That is the most feedback I've gotten in such a short span of time. I asked for 25 total and now that we are up to 30 total, I SHALL UPDATE! Also, I left a cliffie that was called cruel, so I shall not torture you guys anymore!

CLARY- DUFF

This year, my last period is a free period. My homeroom teacher, , told me if I'm here in the morning, I can just leave campus for my free period. I decided to take him up on the offer and go home.

When I get there, I see a note that my mom is at a seminar, and she'll pick something up for dinner tonight. My mom is a motivational speaker, and she travels all over the country helping crying, pitiful people with their grief, anger, and loneliness. The only downside is every time I fell any of this, she pulls of the pointer and the tri-fold and tries to pep talk me. Sometimes, I just want to hear "that sucks, I can relate." Luckily, that's what I get from Isabelle and Maia, usually with a plan of revenge.

I climb the stairs and make a bee-line for the bathroom. I take a long, hot shower and run my coconut shampoo through my relentless curls. I comb the conditioner through with my fingers and rinse it off. Sadly, my mind wanders to Jace. Why is he so adamant about me tutoring him? There are actual peer tutors that meet every day at lunch, yet he has to disturb my little bubble. RUDE!

I set out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I brush through my red curls and they immediately reform into ringlets that frame my face. If only they stayed this pretty. I take a moment to realize that my green eyes look bright and my hair has grown longer. Not to mention the small waist and slight curves I have acquired. I walk to my room with a new pep in my step.

Jace –Jock

What I see when I look out my open window make my jaw go slack and my eyes bulge out of my skull. Well, that's a surprise.

Clary's window is wide open, and the sight before me is as clear as day. Her hair is in a shining curtain down her back and her eyes are shining like emeralds. What I really notice is the flimsy towel covering her shower-damp skin.

The little girl I knew in elementary school is gone, and in her place stands a girl who takes my breath away. How could I have missed all these changes?

I barely even notice that at this same exact moment, she is about to drop the piece of cloth.

I'm startled by the ringing of my phone. I dive for my backpack and claw it from the side pocket. I decline the call, but by the time I shoot back to my window, Clary is nowhere to be seen. I slump on my bed and imagine the curve of her waist and her perfect curves.

Suddenly, I hear small footsteps and when I look up, I see Clary. But this time she's wearing real clothes. But my eyes still widen at the sight of these "clothes". She is wearing non-existent shorts, and a tight tank top that hugs her sides. Her hair is still down, but I'm mesmerized by the girl I see. My eyes don't move away, even when I hear her startled gasp and the colorful vocabulary directed at me.

Clary – DUFF

Like always, I grab my house clothes and return to the bathroom to change. After Jace became rather jockish, I decided I would not change in my room, ever. Our windows line up and I would die from embarrassment if he saw anything he wasn't supposed to.

I return to my room, and hear something from outside. I turn my head to my window and get the scare of my life. Jace is sitting on his bed with his jaw slack and eyes wide. I gasp, and my cheeks go red at his expression. I would be flattered if it wasn't Jace.

When my mind finally catches up to the situation, I begin spewing a string of curses and insults at the still gawking boy. I'm screaming at him, nearly falling out my window in the process.

"Are you kidding me?! What do you have to say for yourself?" I conclude, pulling myself back into my window to only cross my arms over my chest.

"Y-You're, I. I d-don't know," he replies lamely. I'm still standing there, awaiting an answer when he runs. He bolts out his room and I hear his feet slamming down his hallway. I know he's running, not just from his room, but from the house. He's running like a little pansy cake because he knows I was about to storm into his room and slap some sense into him. We may not be close friends anymore, but we still enjoy idle banter.

I shove my feet into my sneakers and run out my house just as he's mounting his motorcycle. I throw myself in front of it and he screams.

"Damn Clary! I could have run you over!" he exclaims.

"But you didn't. So, how long were you there? How much did you see? And why were you staring like some deranged stalker?" I continue. He stutters a few times, and his eyes dart around in his head. Finally, he replies.

"I walked in my house like three minutes ago. I saw you as you are now, and I was just surprised. I never thought you'd wear something like this," he replies, fingering the hem of my shirt, smirking. He was no longer nervous, but cocky and confident as ever.

I feel my cheeks heat up and I step back so his hand falls away.

"Isabelle made me," I whisper.

"Figured. Are you going to the party Friday?" he asks, getting of his bike, the plan of escape not needed anymore.

"Yeah," I reply.

"Well, I shall see you there strawberry," he says, taking my hand and placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. I let it fall back to my side, and we both walk over to our front doors. I was used to this kind of talk from him, and the small gestures, but they meant nothing, except banter.

As I was about to step into my house and shut the door, I heard Jace call my name. I pop my head back out the door to see him genuinely smiling, not his cocky grin, but a smile I remember from third grade Jace. I've missed it.

"Clary, you look good," with that his golden head disappears into his house and I'm left, cheeks flaming on my front porch. That was something I wasn't used to.

Jace- Jock

I walk back inside and close my door. I don't return to my room, even though I wouldn't mind seeing Clary again. That would be a little awkward.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to see who called me. The caller I.D said Will. He's my cousin and we always used to hang out as kids. Even though he was two years older, he still would let me hang out with him and his friends, even when he went to middle and high school.

He went off to college two years ago, but we always hang out when he's in town. I call him back and he answers on the third ring.

"Hello Jacey, what's so important that you immediately declined a call from the great Will Herondale!" he yells over the receiver.

"Nothing, my phone must have been off," I lie, knowing he would see right through it. I just needed time to come up with a better excuse.

"Lies! Who's the lucky lady this week?" he smirks over the phone.

"Um, it wasn't a girl of the week persay," I mutter.

"NO WAY! NO!" he yells, getting excited.

"What?!" I ask alarmed.

"IT WAS CLARY!" he exclaims. I'm shocked into silence. He knows Clary quite well, considering we were practically joined at the hip as young kids. He even knew about the small crush I had on her in the fourth grade. He takes y silence as affirmation.

"IT IS! It has to be her! FINALLY!" he continues.

"No, yes. I was… talking to her when you called. But we aren't dating. I guess we are just becoming close again," I replied. He also knew about our distance in middle and high school. Let's just say I was called idiot for quite some time after he found out.

"Well Jacey, hurry up! If you two aren't dating by the time I get there in TWO MONTHS, I'm going to lock you two in a closet until you ask her out!" Just like that, the line goes dead and I collapse to the floor with a huff. I can't let Will get involved, I can't.

Note: TAH, DAH! WILL IS NOW IN THE STORY! Super duper excited.

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