Note: I'm so sorry for the uber late update, but I'm back and will hopefully update again real soon!

Jace P.O.V

I guess that could have gone much worse. She could have thrown acid in my eyes. I take this as progress. I slump into my lab stool and watch her complete her lab with ease, mesmerized by the way her hands juggle the various beakers and test tubes. She definitely has artist hands.

I don't realize Mr. Garroway is standing right in front of me until he snaps his fingers in front of my eyes.

"What?" I jump, looking up at his smirking face. He turns to look at Clary and back at me.

"You know she's practically my daughter right?"

"Oh, no, are you going to give me the 'look at her and die' speech?" I ask, knowing denial will not help my situation.

"Nah, Clary can handle you all on her own," he laughs at little, then turns somber. He must have remembered he didn't come over for a bonding experience.

"Jace, you're failing this class, badly. Unless you ace the upcoming test, two quizzes and three labs, you will not graduate," he says. We have had this talk before, and I've always managed to scrap by, but that was before the small red head a few feet over began to infiltrate my mind very waking moment.

"I get it. I know," I murmur, looking down at my hands. Mr. Garroway places a hand on my shoulder than goes back to his desk. He dismisses the class and Clary is gone like a wisp of smoke before I can even stand up.

Clary P.O.V

I'm standing at my locker when an arm is slung over my shoulders and a warm scent fills my nose. I look up to see Jonathan looking back down to me, his celery green eyes finding my emerald ones.

"Hey cutie pie!" He exclaims, turning a few suspicious heads.

"Hey Johnny-cakes!" I exclaim just as dramatically before slamming my locker shut before all my books come toppling out.

"Soooo, I was wondering if you'd like to join me after school and watch practice?' he asks, a hopeful look replacing his usually playful smirk.

I hesitate, knowing Jace will be there, but he will be busy with practice as well. I nod and begin walking down the hall to lunch, with Jon following close behind. I'm surprised by the looks we get, some jealous others just confused. I try to brush them off as we enter the cafeteria together and then part ways.

Jonathan goes to sit with the other football team members. And my eyes meet Jace's. I feel like he's trying to tell me something, but I can't even begin to understand what.

After school….

I make it through the rest of the day uneventfully. I'm glad, because I need to prepare myself to endure an hour of football practice where Jace will be a constant view.

I'm at my locker when Jon comes to lean on the one beside mine. The halls have emptied considerably, so we seem to be in our own little bubble.

"Ready?' he asks as I close my locker and face him.

"Yup!" I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder and beginning to walk down the hall. He follows, chuckling softly, "You look very pretty by the way," he says.

When I told Izzy and Maia I was going to football practice today, they dragged me home during my off period and did my makeup and gave me a new outfit. My hair is still in wild curls, but I look more put together. I'm wearing dark wash skinny jeans and an emerald crop top that just reaches my waistband, but if I move certain ways, a strip of creamy skin shows beneath. I also have a pair of black converses with makeup of eyeliner and mascara.

We make it to the football field. Jace is there, but thankfully doesn't see me. The other guys do though, and eye me rather obviously. I shift uncomfortably, especially when Jon whistles, getting all their attention, including Jace's. His eyes widen when he sees me, and his jaw goes a little slack.

"Guys, this is my very good friend," he winks very over the top and suggestively at me. I just roll my eyes, but it does help my nerves slightly, "her name is Clary and she will be watching practice today," he tells them.

They all say hello, and a few whisper amongst the small group. I just smile a little at them. Jace is the only one that stays stock-still and just looks at me.

"I'm gonna sit on the bleachers and start some homework," I tell Jon.

"But you said you'd watch!" he whines like a five-year-old, pouting his lip.

I laugh and tap his bottom lip with my index finger, "I have a lot to do," I reply.

"Um-hm, you just don't want to watch," he crosses his arms and pouts even more, but I see how hard he is fighting back laughter. He just looks so darn cute. I bite my lip at this realization.

"There, there you poor soul," I say, then, feeling brave I stand on my tip-toes and place a feather-light kiss to his cheek, "better" I whisper.

He nods enthusiastically, but I see his ears and cheeks tinted pink. Adorable. We hear whistles behind us, and I just laugh as I walk up the bleachers.

The only boy not patting Jon's back and whistling is the golden boy. The one who glares at the ground, and stares at me when he thinks I'm not looking. Dare I say that Jace Wayland is… jealous?

Note: I'm sorry for all the clonathan! Clary will develop a slight crush, and will ask or Jace's help. This will only bring them closer, and therefore get this story back on track. IT IS A CLACE STORY! SCOUT'S HONOR!

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