Wow! 17 followers, 10 favs, and 3 reviews. I have to say I didn't think that anyone would like the story that much. Shoutout to AndromedaChaseHerondale, dauntlesssoldiers, and Keep-It-Loud for the great reviews. Also to my beta for this chapter-winter's cry. If anyone is wondering about last chapters cliffhanger, I regret putting that there because it won't be explained for a couple chapters because I don't want the story to progress too fast. But feel free to PM me if you want to know, and are okay with spoilers.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but plot, the rest goes to the wonderful Cassie Clare

Sorry for the super long AN, here's the story:

Jace POV

"But babe I need you too come shopping with me for homecoming so we can match!" A frilly voice whinnied in my ear.

"Aline I told you I can't go shopping with you, homecoming game is coming up soon and our practiced are more heated than ever. As quarterback I can't miss a single practice." I responded monotony, tired of hearing my girlfriend rant on about the same old things.

I forgot why I was even with her. That's right, Aline said we would make the perfect couple with her as head cheerleader and me as captain of the football and basketball team. Everyone just expected us to be together.

There is nothing I want more to dump her, but with Aline being queen bee it would be "social suicide", and everyone of my friends would be forced to turn on me or face the same fate. I would be just like that Clary girl that Aline hates so much. So don't even bring her up unless you want a hour rant-at least-on all the miserable things she's done and how she is the worst human being ever.

"Jaaacce!" Aline shrieked, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Little Clare-bear is over there, lets go have some fun!" A malicious grin spread slyly across her face, remorse pouring into me for "Clare-bear". But that was just the way things were. "Clare-bear" screwed up, and now she had to pay the price.

Honestly, I get that Aline has some war against her but I truly want no part of it. When Aline teases and mocks her it takes all of my self control to not lash out and defend her. It's not that I like her or anything, I just hate who I turned into. Who Aline turned me into.

I used to be a kind caring boy, the epitome of compassionate. Then I became captain and met Aline and it all went downhill.

"-ugly"

"What?" I answered, oblivious to the rant Aline started. (Again I must mention)

"I said she is soooo ugly. Herr shirt was out of season years ago, her shoes are dirty and her pants have paint on them. She should pay attention to what I wear if she ever wants to look even decent." I did a mental eye roll at my girlfriend's conceited words. The winner of the most vain person in the world is... Aline! (No surprise there)

"Aline I'm tired can't we just go to homeroom and leave her alone for a day?" Football was putting too much stress on me, and I did not want to start teasing again.

"But then she might think that we are going to stop and she could-"

"Fine lets just get this over with." I coped, knowing Aline would win.

"Claaare-beeeaar!" She said in the sweet tone that really meant you were done for. There was no one else in the hall but us and rat-boy next to the redhead. Everyone else cleared out. They all knew what was coming. They all stoped caring and just dealt wiht it. Before people usd to

"What now Aline?"

"I just found exactly what would make your outfit better!" She exclaimed, pouring her coffee on Clary once she finished her sentence. "Anything would!"

"Real nice girlfriend you got there Jace," her voice dripping sarcasm as she walked away.

"Aline was really necessary? You've already make her life torture everyday. Can't you just call it quits and stop?" I asked, fed up with Aline.

"First you don't want to help me, then you tell me to stop! Why are you defending that tomato of a redhead and not siding with me?"

"I am not defending her, I am just sick and tired of you always tormenting her. Enough is enough."

"If you can't take it then maybe you should go and find yourself a new girlfriend!"

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"You can either choose me of her what do you want?" Breaking up with Aline would mean she would also go after me. As much as I hated it, I couldn't let that happen.

"You. I will always choose you, I'm sorry sweetheart."

"Good. Walk me to homeroom?"

"Of course."

*time skip*

The rest of the day was like any other. Classes. More taunting Clary and Rat-face. Everything ran smoothly on the same boring loop that I am forced to call life. I just wish something out of the blue would happen, something that made my life more than it already is.

My entire life has been controlled from day one. It was already expected of me to be star quarterback and captain of the football team, to have good grades (even though I am struggling to pass), to be the most popular boy in school.

Popular. Why was that word so crucial to my existence? To me it just meant how well known you were and I don't really care about it. I mean it has its perks, but I could care less. This ranking I hold won't help me to reach my dream collage of Ohio or getting drafted in the NFL.

Aline might actually be worsening my chances. If collages found out how cruel I was to her and other students on "Aline's list", they could reject my applications.

Speaking of, I really need to start applying to my collages. Junior year of high school is when I need to start looking, not to mention it's a very important grade for collages. I could get a full scholarship but I have to make sure I get my grades up. I am on the brink of failing history. Even if it doesn't affect collage, I will get kicked off the football team if I fail a subject. Private schools and their prestigious rules.

I am so wrapped up in my thoughts that I don't even notice the football headed straight for my chest. It deflects off my chest, and that's when the whispers start.

"Did Jace Wayland miss?" "But that was a perfect throw" "Maybe the sun was just in his eyes." A low grumbling sound escaped my mouth. I never missed. Never.

"Wayland get your head in the game!" A harsh voice yelled from across the field. "Homecoming is this Friday and I need everyone in their best shape. I can't afford you dropping the ball or missing a pass!" His only volume is yelling, and probably one of the strictest teachers ever. Nothing gets past him, if you slip up he notices it.

"Dude what is wrong with you today?" Jon Fairchild asked, more sarcasm than worry in his voice.

"I just have a lot going on." Think, what's a valid excuse? Well what was on your mind earlier? "Collage you know?"

"I get it bro, why don't you come over to my place and we can practice?"

"Sure I got nothing better." Lie. I had calculus and a history essay, but I always work best at the last possible moment.

"The thing is-Clary what are you doing here!" Jon's stopped mid-sentence by a dainty little figure walking over to us.

"Mom texted and got help up in her art show, you actually have to gasp, drive me home." Her brother tensed up at the statement, unhappy with the predicament he found himself in.

"Can't you just go with nerd boy?"

"Simon, already left and can't pick me up. What's the problem it's just a drive home and you are my brother." She replies, anger creeping into her words.

"Fine. But It's only today and you owe me."

"Such a nice brother," I hear her mutter under her breath. "Is he coming along too?" Pointing at me the venom in her voice is clear as day.

"Yes Jace is coming over, and it would do you good to remember my friends name. Or do you not know what friends are because you are too pathetic to have more than one?" How could he be so mean to his own sibling? She gets it at school and home, I think I might actually feel bad for her.

"Oh I'm sorry if I don't need a whole entourage of adoring fans to make me happy."

"At least I am happy and don't spend almost all my time doing senseless things like reading and whats that fan thing that you are obsessed with."

"One, reading makes you smarter and it's better than throwing a ball around for hours on end, and you are impossible!"

"Let me cut in, football is not 'throwing a ball around for hours on end' it's a sensible sport that is quite enjoyable." I could see the fury on her face and I knew interjecting was the wrong thing to do.

"And if you keep arguing with me I will be forced to leave you here to walk home."

"Fine can we just go to the car?" The sibling rivalry between the two was intense.

o.0.O.0.o.

"Why do you hate your sister so much Jon?" I asked while biting into my third slice of pizza.

"It's just she is so annoying rambling on about books and manga and video games. I just can't stand her,"

"You could try to be nicer to her."

"But whats the fun in that?" He seriously didn't like his sister.

"Your sister could actually I don't know, like you?"

"Well that wouldn't happen unless this asshat here stopped with the carrot jokes." A new voice cut in, one that belonged to a certain girl.

"Well that isn't going to happen Clarissa."

"Do you want to go there Jonathan?" Just like that I was caught in yet another argument.

"Better than being called carrot."

"At least I do something called focusing on school that you seem to regard."

"That may have explained why dad liked me more." Instantly Clary's face turned to stone, her expression grave. "Shoot, I'm sorry Clary I went to far." Jon had a look of regret on his face, something he never shows. I know that their parents were divorced, but neither sibling wanted to share for information.

"Like always." She called out leaving the room in a puff of anger.

"Great now she hates me even more."

"What happened?"

"It's a... touchy subject," He answered. "I wouldn't want to bore you with the troubled history of our family."

"We have nothing but time."

"I will only tell you if you promise not to tell anyone else. Do you understand?" He hesitated in response, what had their father done that was so bad?

"One hundred percent."

"Sit down this will take a long time."

So that's that, I will try to update daily since I am still on summer break, but if you want a story where Jon is a nice brother, check out my other story Plague.