Hey guys! I´m sorry, it´s been super long since I updated. I just wanted to say for a confused reader out there, Jace is an advanced maths teacher, not an art teacher. They call him Mr. Wayland to be all formal and stuff. Clary takes advanced maths and art because she has a skill in drawing. I hope this helped clear out the story!

I woke up at 7 o´clock and hopped into the shower, washing my red hair and engulfing myself in nice smelling soaps. I wrapped myself in a towel and dried my hair before brushing through some slight curls. I lined my green eyes and put mascara on my long lashes, I then applied some tinted lip balm so my lips had a subtle red sheen to them and just to cover some redness, I lightly powdered my face. After finishing with my makeup, I slipped on some super skinny black jeans with rips on them and a grey tank top with a black scarf covering my neck and slipped on some black boots with some silver buckles. ( polyvore cgi/set?.locale=es&id=147599252 )

I walked over to the kitchen and made myself some eggs and bacon and sat down with a mug of hot earl grey tea. I was slowly sipping it as I glanced at the clock; 7:38, where the hell was Jace? My question was answered when I heard a sleepy yawn and saw a messily dressed Jace walk into the room with a mug of steaming hot coffee with two sugars and a tiny bit of cream, just how he always had it. His black dress pants where hanging low on his hips, his light blue button up shirt was definitely not buttoned up and his black tie hung loosely on his neck, and to top it all off he had a bit of stubble resting on his strong jaw.

"Morning." He mumbled as he sat down on the big dining table.

"Morning. Sleep well?" I asked sarcastically as I munched on a piece of over-salted bacon. Why do bacon companies feel the need to add more salt? I mean, delicious bacon is going to end up giving us a heart attack any way so why over salt it?

"Morning are not my thing Clary."

I rolled my eyes and finished my breakfast, then quickly washed up before going to brush my teeth and spraying perfume.

"Are you ready?" I asked Jace and he lazily started brushing his teeth.

I went into Alec´s room and tried to wake him up to say my goodbye and thank him for letting me stay the night but he simply groaned and went back to sleep.

"Okay, let´s go." Said Jace as he walked to the front door and I sighed when I saw that he hadn't straightened out his clothes.

"For god´s sake Jace." I sighed as I walked over and started to fix him up.

I pulled his pants up and tied a black belt so they would stay in place. I then started to button up his shirt, starting from the bottom of his shirt and then finally reached his tie. I tightened it and smiled when I saw that he was all nicely groomed.

I looked up at him to see his golden eyes looking down at me and a small smile on his lips.

My hand moved on its own and made its way up to his cheek and caressed it, softly touching the stubble that lay there. Jace leaned into my hand, exhaling softly. I lifted bot of my hands and softly combed his hair, Jace just closed his eyes and leaned into every single touch my fingers made with his scalp.

After he was all done and neat, I slowly dropped my hands and he opened his eyes.

"We should go before we´re late." I said and he swallowed before nodding.

We silently left the apartment and drove off to the university.

We arrived at 8:05 and quickly made our way to the main office.

There was a lady, in her thirties or so, dressed in a tight black pencil skirt that reached her knees and a long sleeved red button up blouse. Her blonde hair was up in a tight pony tail and her makeup was just thin winged eyeliner and bold red lips. The moment we stepped into the room, her blue eyes took our appearances in. She smiled to herself after she finished eyeing Jace but curled her lip whens he saw me.

"Hello, I´m Jace Wayland, the new advanced maths teacher." He said and gave the lady an award winning smile. She grinned at him, showing a row of way too white teeth.

"And she is..." She said while looking at me with a serious face.

"She´s going to enroll here, I was hoping to talk to Mr. Yuna

"He´s in his office. Go right in." She said and we walking into a big wooden door.

"Mr. Yuna, I´d like you to meet Clarissa Fray. She wants to enroll here." Said Jace to a computer screen.

Ummm... What?

I then realized that the computer was on a skype call.

"He´s not here right now, he´s in Europe trying to fix some confusions with exchange students." Explained Jace.

After talking for a while, Mr. Yuna- whom I had yet to actually see- had accepted my request to enroll in advanced maths, art and literature.

We walked out of the office, saying our goodbyes and starting walking to the advanced maths classroom.

Yup, here we go again.