I feel like it's been a millennium since I last updated! I'm so sorry but I did warn you that I was going on holiday to a place without wifi. To make up for my absence, I've written what feels like the longest chapter EVER. I really hope you like it and if you have time I'd love to hear what you think!


Clary didn't awake to the bright light of a crisp autumn morning this morning - oh no. She almost slept through her alarm, the only reason she didn't was because her alarm was music turned up to full volume. Dear god, I didn't realise I was that tired. Clary rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms before jumping in the shower.

Thank god it's Friday. Clary was smudging some deep brown liner on her eyes, truthfully she wasn't very good with makeup and only wore some eyeliner and concealer on a daily basis. She wished she had a big sister to do her make up and hair for occasions but her mother always told her not to wish her life away. Clary was just finishing her makeup when she froze. Across the room she could see her art folder. Oh feck. I have art AND tutoring today. The feeling of dread took over Clary and she flopped down onto her bed. She massaged her temples and slowly stood back up. I can do this. He's just a boy. A narcissistic, vexing boy, but a boy all the same.

Clary looked down at her outfit and got the feeling the Jace wouldn't be very impressed; she had the same jeans and boots she had on yesterday, and had traded the pullover for a loose fitting teal top and a thick checked shirt that she hoped would act as a jacket. She jammed her phone into her pocket and gathered up her art folder.

Clary ran recklessly down the curving staircase, catching her bag on the end of the banister. Jocelyn was waiting for her at the bottom - flask of black coffee in hand. She smiled and shook her head at her daughter's sloppy movements. Clary shrugged her shoulders and took the flask out of Jocelyn's hand. She kissed her mothers cheek as a sign of thanks and rushed out the door.

The weather was the opposite from yesterday. The mist had rolled over the city now, like an evil spirit seeking rest and finding none. Clary could barely see five feet in front of her. It was difficult to admire the scenery when it wasn't fully visible. What was visible was the black sports car that seemed to be booming with heavy metal music. It was whizzing toward Clary at an alarming rate. The car drove past Clary, spraying her with the water from a puddle. She could hear a silky smooth voice over the music that was all too familiar. Jace and Alec. The Lightwood brothers. Just great.

Clary could feel her angry footsteps pound on the tarmac below her feet. Her footsteps were heavy when walking down the hill. Fantastic. I'm almost at the gates of hell- I mean school. Clary strolled over to her locker and examined herself for the first time since she had been soaked by Alec's stupid little car. The damage wasn't bad at all; her feet were damp and there were a couple of spots of water on her top. Better luck next time Lightwoods. Clary chuckled to herself.

Jace sauntered nonchalantly toward his new art classroom. It had been five minutes since the bell had rung but Seelie had her tongue down his throat so he couldn't really walk away could he? Jace could see Clary through the door now, working hard as expected. There was an empty seat beside her - his seat. He walked into the classroom meeting Clary's cold, judgmental gaze. Jace was jolted out if his staring contest by Mr Garroway.

"You're late Mr Lightwood."

Jace smiled a smile that left Mr Garroway thinking butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. "I give you my sincerest apologies Sir, for I had trouble finding the classroom!"

Jace heard Clary scoff and let out a silent laugh.

Luke returned the smile and adjusted his little round spectacles. "Very well then, please take a seat then Mr Lightwood. And welcome."

Jace glided into his seat beside Clary.

"Hey there, Clary."

She didn't reply, in fact, she didn't even turn round to acknowledge him.


Clary could feel Jace's intense gaze burning into the back of her skull. Don't give him any attention, that's what he wants. Don't give him the satisfaction.

"C'mon Fray, talk to me!"

Jace flicked the back of her head making Clary cry out. She turned around and slammed her hand on the table.

"What the hell was that for?!"

Jace began twirling her pencil in between his fingers. "Needed your attention, isn't it obvious?"

Clary shoved her face in her hands and made an inhumane noise.

"So Miss Gough, what do I do then?"

Clary raised her face and spoke to Jace in an exasperated tone. She gestured to the middle of the room where a table was covered in different fruit. "Observational drawing." She said. "It's part of the still life section of the unit. Try drawing that pineapple there. I'm drawing the apple next to it."

Jace grabbed a pencil out of his bag and proceeded to draw an oval while putting immense pressure on the pencil. Clary thought it would snap at any moment.

"No no Jace, don't do it like that." She placed her hand on top of his - giving herself control of the pencil.

"You're leaning way too hard. Try doing it softer."

Another hour and a half of this. Yippee.

Clary moved Jace's hand to draw a light, sketchy circle next to his. Jace didn't speak - fascinated by the movement of their hands. Clary blushed and pulled away - realising she was effectively holding his hand. Stop it Clary, we don't want to get Lightworm disease now do we?

Jace drew another sketchy circle next to the one Clary had helped him draw. "This better Clary?"

"Much" she smiled.

Jace glanced over at Clary's drawing of an apple. It was stunning.

"Oh my god, Clary."

Clary didn't take her eyes off her drawing. "Jace, what did you do?"

Jace stared at the pencil in Clarys hand that was moving in elegant strokes across the paper.

"Its not me, that apple, it's amazing."

Clary looked up - eyes wide. She smiled at the boy sitting next to her, a look of awe on his face. She blushed. "Oh eh, th-thank you, that's nice of you to say but it's really not."

Jace shook his head. "I had no idea you were this good."

Jace, as if sensing the tension, contorted his face into his famous cocky grin and ruffled Clary's hair. "Anyway little one, sorry about the car earlier, that puddle just jumped out of nowhere."

Clary stopped smiling now and looked at the golden boy through eyes that could've been daggers.

"No big deal goldilocks. The puddle missed me, so you'll have to try harder next time."

Jace opened his mouth to retort but looked away and began his second drawing of the pineapple. Clary put her head phones in to drown out his freakishly loud breathing.


I think I'm losing what's left of my mind, to the 20th century deadliiiiine..

Clary felt a nudge on her shoulder, she pulled out her headphones and looked at the incredibly attractive boy sitting next to her.

"I have to say sweet cheeks , I never took you as a Green Day fan. Oh and you have an angelic voice might I add."

Jace looked at Clary as if he'd just won some sort of game against her.

Clary clamped her hand to her mouth and began blushing uncontrollably. Oh. My. God. I was SINGING. I sang in front of Jace Lightwood.

"I wasn't singing Lightworm." Clary tried to keep her voice as steady as possible.

"The fact your hair matches your face tells me otherwise."

Clary jutted her chin out and furrowed her brows. Twat.

"Is your ass jealous of the amount of shit that comes out your mouth Jace!?"

Jace scoffed and looked around the room. "I see the carrot's been looking up insults on google!"

Clary let out a high pitched groan and pushed herself up off the table. "I'm going to the storeroom."

Jace screwed up his face and mock-waved at her.

Clary slammed the storeroom door and flicked the grubby light switch. There aren't words to describe how much I despise him! Focus Clary, pencils find the pencils. Why the hell does he keep calling me sweet cheeks? Ugh he's so- PENCILS CLARY PENCILS!

Clary craned her neck to find a packet of pencils on the second highest shelf. Dammit! Clary curled her foot around the leg of a chair and pulled it towards herself. She stepped up on the chair but still couldn't reach the packet of pencils. Dammit dammit dammit! Clary went up onto her toes and stretched as far as her 5ft 3 frame would let her. As she was turned around, Jace entered silently into the storeroom - mischief glittering in his gold eyes. He looked at Clary on top of the chair. He had to admire her; she never let her height slow her down, he liked that. The tips of Clarys fingers brushed the packet of pencils when she felt a hot breath tickle the fair hairs on the back of her neck.

"Boo."

Clary screamed. Jace snorted. She toppled backwards and almost hit the floor when she felt strong hands grab her waist.

Neither of them spoke, but both of them were breathing heavily. About thirty seconds had passed when Clary turned around - Jace's hands loosening their grip, but never leaving her waist. Her breaths quickened and even though the room was dimly lit, Clary swore Jace's eyes had darkened. They were sharing the same air now, the tips of their noses almost touching. Jace was still angry but instead of shoving Clary into the cans of paint behind her, he stood and continued to keep a steady grip on her. Clary felt her bottom lip begin to tremble with angry excitement. There was a stray gold curl lingering in front of Jace's left eye and she had the sudden urge to tuck it behind his ear. But that was when a stocky figure appeared in to door. The figure was wearing askew glasses and had a shaggy brown beard.

"What's going on here pupils?"