A/N- I'm really glad that you guys like this. Also, I'm really sorry I haven't posted in a couple days, I had a band competition Thursday and Friday my friend spend the night, then Saturday I went to the zoo all day so I didn't have time at all these past few days to write but I'm going to make this chapter extra long to make up for it :) here's chapter 8!

Chapter 8

It was the next day, and everybody was talking about the new kid in school. They all said he was cute, that his charms would steal a girls heart with one glance. Me? I wasn't buying it. Sure, he was probably a little cute, but was he sweet? Kind? Charming and loving? There to pick you up when you fall? Not one bit. He was a jerk. He'd bumped into me once in the hallways, and my books spilled everywhere. He didn't even apologize or help me pick up my books, just glared at me and kept walking. I wanted to strangle him. Like I didn't have ENOUGH jerks in my life already. Yes, he was dreamy. He had beautiful black hair and black eyes to match. He was tall, with a slender build and a set jawline. He looks nice, but he's not. I don't even know his name yet and I already dislike him. It was already 3rd period and I was sitting in Chemistry staring blankly at Mrs. Dotson as she went on with some boring lecture. I didn't even know what she was talking about. I sit with my legs crossed and my sketchbook under the table drawing a picture. I start drawing curves and straight lines, and then it takes the form of a figure. I draw the face, the face with angular cheekbones and a set jaw, lush lips. I curve up as I draw the lips then I start drawing the shape of the eyes then the shaggy hair. I start to draw the body and the clothes, the plain black tee and jeans, the chucks on their feet. When I'm done I realized that I drew Jace. I close my book quickly and get back to listening to Mrs. Dotson ramble on.

•••

"Have you seen the new kid?" Maia asks me during 4th Period ELA1 with Mr. Cox. I moan quietly.

"Yes. I have. He's a jerk." I say.

"He's cute!" She shrieks.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes. I'm not saying I'm gonna go out with the kid, I'm just saying he's cute."

"About 'the kid'. Do you know his name?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's Sebastian Verlac. Turns out, he's Aline's cousin." She whispers.

"Really?!" I practically yell. "No wonder he is such a jerk."

"Yeah. Total douche. I heard that when he was here in the Elementary, he would corner kids in school and beat them up after class. That's a lot for an Elementary schooler. We're in high school now! Just imagine all the things he would do."

"Ms. Fray, Ms. Roberts. Is there something you two would like to share with the class?" Mr. Cox asks us.

"Yes. There is." Maia says as she stands up. "Don't befriend the new kid, Sebastian. I hear he's a complete douche. And a bitch. A douche bitch." I laugh and so does the rest of the class.

"Maia! Office, now! I will not tolerate that language in my class!" Mr. Cox yells and Maia just swats her hair and flips him off, sitting back down. "Ms. Roberts. Office, immediately." Finally Maia gives up and heads to the door. When she opens it she turns back around and gives a small wave and a wink, then leaves the room. We all burst into laughter. She was enough to cheer up my day.

•••

The day was going by quick, it was already 6th Period Art, right after lunch and I am sitting next to Izzy, with an empty seat next to me.

"Attention, everyone. We have a new student." Mrs. Herondale says after the bell rings. I look up from my seat to see Sebastian standing at the front of the room. I mentally do a face palm. Why did he have to be in this class? The only empty spot is the one next to me. Mrs. Herondale points to the seat and he smiles at me as he walks towards me. I plaster a fake smile to his face as he sits down next to me.

"Hi. I'm Sebastian. You are?"

"Clary." I reply and his lips perk up in a smile.

"Clary. What a beautiful name." I just keep the smile plastered to my face as Mrs. Herondale gives us our art assignment for the first half of the quarter. We have to draw a picture of anything we choose on a ceiling tile and they will put it in as the cafeteria ceiling at the end of the quarter. I was planning on drawing either Stitch or Celebi. I know, it's nerdy but I liked the idea of drawing either one. I start to draw my sketch of Celebi, which I have decided to do, when Sebastian taps me on the shoulder.

"Yes?" I ask him as I turn my head towards him.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come to the Park with me this afternoon on a date?" Sebastian asks.

"Oh. I'm sorry, but I have a date. Thank you though." I say calmly.

"Oh. Ok. With who?"

"Why does it matter to you? Did Aline ask you to do this? Then I am definitely not giving you an answer."

"No. I was just wondering."

"Fine. It's Jace Wayland." I say. Why does he care? Why did he ask me on a date? I just met him!

I look away from him before he can respond and continue on with my day.

Jace POV

I was sitting in 8th hour waiting for the day to end so I could go on my date with Clary. I was sitting in my usual spot in Tech next to Alec and the empty seat beside me.. Which wasn't so empty anymore. Sebastian Verlac now sat there and when he found out my name was Jace Wayland, he kept asking me about Clary and telling me that he was better for her than me. I just wanted to punch him the whole time he was talking. Soon Mr. Wayland–it's weird, we have the same last name–calls me up to his desk. I walk up there slowly, nervous. What did I do? Usually he only called people up because they were in trouble.

"You wanted me, Mr. Wayland?" I ask politely.

"Yes. I wanted you because I need you to help tutor a student for this class. You are very well at this subject, the best in this class, and I would like you to tutor one of our weaker students." He says.

"Oh. Who?"

"Aline Penhallow. We have a big test coming up next Friday and she is failing."

"You want me to tutor HER?" I ask, denying him. "I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"I'm sorry, did I say I was giving you a choice?" He asks impatiently and I groan. I did not want to do this.

"Fine. I will do it. But only until the test. After that, I'm not doing it anymore."

"Okay, that great. If its ok with your parents, I need Aline to go over to your house and study, but under parental watch." He says.

"Ok." I reply and walk grumpily back to my seat. At the end of class, Aline saunters over to me.

"So I hear you're my new tutor." She says, pressing her body against mine: I back up.

"Yeah. And just so you know, nothing is going to happen. I don't like you anymore, Aline."

"Whatever. So. Someone told me you have a date with Clary this afternoon." She says Clary's name like she's a piece of trash found on her bedroom floor.

"Yeah. Clary is way better than you'll ever be, and that's the only reason why you don't like her. Because you're jealous." I snap at her. She was really getting on my nerves lately.

"Who peed in your Cheerios?" She asks me in a seductive, sweet voice.

"You did, Aline. Not literally, but it's like you did because I'm pissed at you for the way you've been treating Clary. She doesn't deserve it."

"Yes she does."

"And why is that?"

"She stole you away from me, Jace." She says. "Can't you see we're meant to be?"

"No. I'd rather get hit by a truck."

"Well. I'm leaving. Oh and by the way, did he mention tutoring started tomorrow?"

"No, but I'll keep it in mind so I can add up how many times I get to pound my head against the wall before you come over." She just glares at me and walks out the door. I smirk then head to my car, where I had told Clary to meet me. A couple minutes she shows up with a nice white tank top with lax in the back, black skinny jeans and white converse.

"Hi." She says as she walks up to me.

"Hey. You look nice." I say.

"You, too." She replies. I open the passenger side door for her to come in and she sits down and buckles up. She sets her denim bag in the back then we head to the park.

•••

Clary POV

We arrive at the park and Jace leads me to the top of a grassy hill with an oak tree at the top, white flowers blossoming on it.

"This is beautiful." I say as we sit down on a picnic blanket with a basket on top of it. He spreads out plates and we get food like grapes, oranges, pretzels, cheese, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and pink lemonade.

"Yeah. I found this place one day and it's special. I decided to bring you here, first dates are special, just like this place. And you." He says, causing me to blush. He pours a glass of one lemonade then hands it to me I take a sip. It was delicious. I reach on my plate for some grapes and pop them in my mouth. I then eat a few pretzels with cheese, then finally eat my peanut butter jelly sandwich. It was the best Peanut butter jelly sandwich I'd ever tasted.

"This is good. Did you make this?"

"Well Izzy definitely didn't make it." He jokes. "Yes, I made it."

"Well it's really good." I say.

"Thanks." He replies. I smile at him and soon the night is over. We had just talked until the date was over, and now that it was time to leave, I didn't want to.

"Do I have to go?" I ask him as we pull into my driveway. He nods.

"Yeah." He says sadly. I smile at him and take my hand in his.

"I had, a lot of fun tonight." I say. "And I want to do it again."

"Me too." He replies and leans in and kisses my forehead, my cheek, then a light brush to my lips. I shiver. He pulls away.

"Let me walk you to your door." I nod and he hops out and so do I, then we go to the front porch and he kisses me lightly good night and I head inside thinking of him all night.

•••

The next morning I wake to silence. Wait, did I sleep through my alarm?! I look at my clock, it's 10:34. Crap! I burst out of bed and slip on a black tank top and a dark green long sleeved crop top that has in black letters: 'New York City' and some shorts. I slip on my black converse and go to the bathroom and brush my teeth quickly and pull my wild hair into a messy ponytail then eat breakfast quickly. Simon walks out of his room rubbing his eyes, he's in a black tee and pajama pants.

"What are you doing, Clary?"

"We're gonna be late for school!" I exclaim.

"Clary, it's Saturday." He tells me. I look at the calendar. Sure enough, it was Saturday. I groan.

"Well, it was about time I got up anyways." I reply and head downstairs to the living room after eating my breakfast. I turn on the tv and CSI is on. I watch it until criminal minds comes on, then I watch that. By then it's about 1:30 and I decide to take a shower. I hop in the shower and take a quick one, then hop out and get dressed in the same clothes and grab my purse.

"Hey, Simon wanna go to the book store with me?" I ask.

"Sure. I need some new comics. After that can we go get some video games and play them later?"

"Of course. Come on, lets go." I say and with that we head out, but first I write a note saying where we went to Jon and place it on the clean counter.

•••

"What comics do you want?" I ask Simon as we look through shelves of comics.

"I don't know, The Flash Comics are pretty good. I also want some Manga." He replies, looking through the shelves slowly. He picks up one and says, "I'm getting this one." I look at it, it's the Flash.

"You've taken quite a liking to that superhero." I say.

"Of course. I mean, his speed is incredible!"

"Ok. Maybe I'll read it too."

"Fine." He says it like he doesn't want me to touch his comics. I chuckle. We grab a couple mangas and also some flash comics then head to the video game store. There we grab a game called Mortal Combat v. DC Universe. Then we head home and start to play.

"You ready to fight?" Simon asks me.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I reply and pick my character. I picked Katana while Simon–of course–picked the flash.

"Prepare to die." He tells me.

"Right back at ya."