Clarification: Clary is 18 and in her final year of high school, Jace is 23 and Jon is 20 and at university. I've now added this information to the start of the story to make it easier to understand.

Monday morning rolled around and I was both excited and anxious to see Jace. We hadn't spoken since Friday night when he had told me he wanted to kiss me. I wished he would.

Jonathan had to leave early this morning to go finish something for school so Izzy was picking me up. While I waited, I scrolled through my conversation with Jace from the other night. I'd been thinking about it non-stop since since he'd said it.

Jace: If we only had twenty-four hours together what do you think we'd do?

Clary: I don't know, skydive or something crazy like that. What do you think we'd do?

Jace: I'd kiss you.

The sound of a car beeping made me jerk my head away from the screen. Izzy.

I grabbed my bag, locked the door and went out to Isabelle's car. "Clary! I'm loving this new look!" she shouted at me. "Oh this? It's nothing special." Truth is, I put a lot more effort into my outfit today than I normally would, choosing to wear black skinny jeans, black heeled boots and a royal blue top that laced up the middle. It was certainly a lot more revealing than I was used to, but I wanted to make Jace notice me.

I climbed into the passenger side of Isabelle's car and checked my makeup in the mirror. Once again, I was wearing a little more than usual, especially around the eyes as I wanted to enhance their emerald colour.

"Okay, what is up with you today? Who are you trying to impress?" Isabelle inquired. "Izzy, girls don't wear makeup and dress a certain way to impress guys." This was true, but in my case, it was to make a guy notice me. Jace. "Duh, I know that. Do you seriously think I put this much effort in every day for a guy? They can't even tell a brown eyeshadow from a taupe one! It's just odd for you. I'm sorry." I laughed and said, "That's okay, Izzy. I just felt like it is all." "Well, you suit it. I like the new look," she told me. Having Izzy tell you she likes your outfit is like having Beyoncé tell you you're a great singer: it feels amazing. Not that I had any experience with Beyoncé enjoying my voice, but I couldn't think of anything else to compare Izzy's approval to.

I had English last period so I had to suffer through a whole day before I could see Jace. When English finally rolled around, I walked quickly up the stairs so I could be the first person in the classroom.

Jace looked up at me as I walked through the door, his eyes once again moving up and down my body. I knew this outfit was a good choice. "Hey," he said softly, his golden eyes now trained on my face. "Hey," I said back.

He stared at me for a moment longer before I turned around and walked to my seat in the middle of the classroom. I flipped my hair and looked over my shoulder. He quickly turned away from me, looking suspicious. He was staring at my ass. I smirked to myself and then sat down as more people entered the classroom.

He finished writing on the board and then turned around to speak to the class once everybody had arrived. Although he was supposed to be speaking to the entire class, his eyes seemed to be trained on me the entire time.

"Um why is Mr Hottie staring at you?" Izzy whispered to me once Jace had stopped talking. "J-Mr Herondale? I wish!" I joked, praying that Isabelle didn't notice my slip-up. "He totally is!" Thank god. "Oh I gave him my essay the other day. He's probably trying to judge my mood to see how I'll react to the news that it was terrible," I lied through my teeth, hoping to sound convincing. "Oh, I'm sorry. I doubt it was that bad." "Thanks, Iz. I guess I'll find out later."

We then went to work on reading the act we were set in 'Othello'. A couple of times I looked up to find Jace staring at me but he'd look away as soon as our eyes met.

As we were getting ready to leave, Jace came over to me to ask if I'd made another draft of my essay. He was so close I could smell his aftershave and feel his breath on my neck. "Oh, uh, yeah. I did one over the weekend. I can stay behind and we can talk about it," I told him. "Sounds good," he said emotionlessly and walked back to his desk. I turned around to Simon and Izzy.

"He totally likes you. That's why he kept staring at you!" Izzy said, realisation dawning on her face. "Does not," I told her at the same time Simon expressed his disgust. "Eww she's his student, that's weird. What a paedophile!" "He's not a paedophile! She's 18, Simon," Izzy said, gently smacking him on the arm. "Still weird," Simon whispered.

The bell rang and everybody left, it was just Jace, I…and Kaelie. She was taking forever to put all her books in her bag even though Jace let us pack up five minutes early. He and I just stared at each other awkwardly. "Bye, Mr Herondale!" She finally leaves, fluttering her eyelashes at Jace and then turning and scowling at me.

"So, uh, your essay. Can I take a look at it?" he asked me, keeping his eyes on the desk. "Yeah, sure." I pulled it out of my bag and gave it to him. He read over it once, taking tiny notes at the side. "It's a lot better. I didn't think that was possible but here we are," he laughed, finally looking at me. "Thanks, talking to you the other night really helped." I told him and he replied, "Good, I'm glad."

He then started going over some amendments. "So instead of saying that, I would write – ". "Jace." I interrupted. "Are we going to talk about this?" "I don't know what you're referring to, Clary," he stated, keeping his eyes on my essay. "You want to kiss me," I said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Why are you bringing it up, Clary? We agreed not to." He sounded annoyed. "Because I want you to," I told him.

He slowly lifted his eyes from the page to look at me. "You…what?" "I want you to kiss me," I told him. He continued to just stare at me. I walked around the desk so we were on the same side. "Kiss me," I said breathlessly.

At first I thought he looked unsure but then suddenly his lips were on mine, gentle at first, and then more passionate. One hand was in my hair, the other on my waist. He walked us backward so my back was against the wall and kissed me as if he needed me to breathe. His hands began roaming up my sides, higher and higher…and then he pushed himself off of me.

We stared at each other, breathing heavily, for a moment before he said, "I think you should leave." "Jace, what? Why?" I asked, confused. You don't kiss somebody like that and then just ditch them. "Just get out, Clary," he said, his voice raised.

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