Hello Loves.

So I know that I have not posted for two weeks, and It is completely unacceptable. I am sorry, it was due to a huge WRITERS BLOCK. But I sort of know how I want to end this story. Obviously, it still needs various chapters but nothing that I can't handle. I have also been working on two 'projects'. I say 'projects' because they are ideas for FF stories, and yes they are both a Mortal Instruments FF. One is a short story- one chapter- but it is more than 3k words. The second is a story that will require various chapters (alike Red Angel), but the plots are not the same- it's completely different. As you have noticed from before Red Angel is a story centered around Clary, but it does have different POVs. I am planning to post these stories along the month of March. Its not set in stone though. So just wait and see. So I will try my best in it!

*Enjoy this Chapter*

love.

MyDreamShadow

(Jace Wayland POV)

School is a prison for me, it's like a black hole. A place where I can not escape the black emptiness within it's walls or inside me. I feel this way about everything these days. My life is a total hell, and my family and friends hardly seem to notice. I guess they do eat the whole - Jace is an asshole - idea. Yet, I do not care. Sometimes my life does have those happy moments, that I will cherish forever. For example when my parents were planning to leave to the U.K.

"Mom, Dad, I don't want to leave New York. I love this place. It's the only place that feels like home. Don't make me leave the city.", Don't make me leave the city that is so dark and gloomy like me - I silently added.

"But Jace you have to go with us." My mother pleaded. "Who would you stay with?", my Father asked.

"Aunt Maryse of course", I answered.

"Like your aunt could handle a troubled kid like you", my Father replied harshly.

"Don' t speak to your son like that" my Mother told my Father. I did not care how he treated me. I treated him no better.

Aunt Maryse overheard us and stepped into the conversation, "Troubled son? Not a chance. My nephew is like a son to me and is no burden. I would actually want him to stay with us, as a filter for Alec and Isabelle not to fight anymore." My aunt winked at me.

She did care about me.

Aunt Maryse was one of the many members of the Lightwood family to demonstrate care and love toward me. A feeling or emotion I never felt with my parents, who cared too much for themselves to look at me. Maybe that is where I got my vanity and huge ego. In fact they were worse, than I was. I for the least internally cared. I even emotionally cared for my parents, who turned me into a replica of them. A replica of vanity and destruction.

"To love is to destroy." My father had once told me. I believed it, as the naive child I was, and still am.

I hid my emotions in my mask. I was known as Jace Wayland. A popular football player, Ladies Man, and Charmer. Even an asshole - on some occasions, actually on most. But it all did not matter. I attended school so I could graduate and hopefully get a scholarship for football, which was my dream. But first I have to put up with the rest of my junior year, and complete senior year to accomplish the task. The good thing is that I did not lack in skill. But to obtain my pass to college I had to get a average GPA. So my 2.5 was not going to do great things to my hopeful dreams. I needed to study, but every tutor they sent me, were failures. They never improved my grade.

Sighing I made my way to Mr. Ralph's office. Mr. Ralph - or as I call him Ral - was my wonderful councilor. I smirked. Sarcasm was also my best quality. It's not that I hate him or anything, it's just every time I am at his office he wants me to do something - too hard. To top off the obvious pressure he was going to give me, it was a Monday morning- 8:00am exactly. Right on cue, the Late Bell rings - initiating first period. Which was Ral's office for me. No other student in the entire school had the councilor's office first period, but I.

Oh well guess I am late again, I thought as I was about to turn the corner for the councilor offices. There were at least five, and in the end of the hallway was the main office.

"Can you believe it? He got us the exact same classes!" a girl said happily.

…..Huh?

I sulk back, not turning the corner but hiding myself from whoever - or the girl who came out of the office. I look at her. Wait. Isn't she the awesome girl who gave Aline a smack in the face? I try to hold back my laugh, it was one of the best days of my entire life.

The Awesome girl looked so happy. She was coming out of the office and looking like having the same classes with - whomever was the best thing in the world. All of a sudden her friend comes out of the office. And it is if my whole entire world slows down. I know this might sound corny but she the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her eyes were huge, and they sparkled like polished emeralds. Her hair was a fire. Literally. But it fit her somehow.. she was-

"Thank God", the beautiful girl said. As if sensing my presence she turns my way. Of course, me, being Jace Wayland am faster than her and I step back. Okay Wayland, its time to act cool. I run my left hand through my hair and let out a long sigh. Turning the corner I walk up to them.

"Hello ladies need help getting to your classes?", I ask.

Awesome girl looks at me. Her happy face gets replaced by a scowl. And she mutters something under her breath. Beautiful girl smiles at me, and something in my chest moves.

"Oh my God, thank you..." trails off beautiful girl, as she hands me her schedule.

"Jace. Jace Wayland", I say and take her schedule. I look at it and I read her paper.

Clarissa Garroway

Age:17 – junior

Art - Mr. Lock (209)

Algebra 2 – Mrs. Vern (314)

Chemistry – Ms. Call (214)

US History – Mr. Gomez (318)

English - Ms. Torre (113)

Spanish – Mrs. Lopez (117)

"So Clarissa, you have Art. Mr. Lock is the best. He takes Art a little to seriously though, you might want to watch out", I say.

She laughs. "No problem, I love Art". She stops and looks at her friend who has not said a word "By the way this is my best friend Maia."

"We have met before, right Maia?" I ask.

"So we have." Maia responds through gritted teeth.

Clarissa does not seem to notice, she giggles "We are new here. Actually new in the whole school area."

"Hmmm. So you were home-schooled?" I ask.

"Something like that" responds Clarissa. "Oh you must know our best friend. He has attended this school since Freshmen year."

"Oh yeah?" I ask.

Clarissa nods.

"His name is Simon." says Maia. "And he is my boyfriend."

I gulp. No wonder Maia hit Aline. No wonder Maia hates me. Maia is the girlfriend of Rat Face. Ew. Maia is too pretty. I pity her. But they said they were all best friends? How is it possible that these two pretty girls befriend a Rat like Simon. The mysteries of the World we shall never know.

"So do you ladies still need me to take you to your classes?" I ask.

"Thanks Jace. I think I owe you." said Clarissa.

… Perfect. And I know just the way you can repay me, I thought, as the three of us walked down the hallway.

"Wait. Red Angel !" said a male voice behind us. It sounded familiar just like-

The three of us turn around.

William Herondale.

My childhood best friend.

I smirk at him "Long time Herondale".

William looks at me, as if realising I am there. "Wayland?" He walks up to me and brings me into a hug. A tight hug. "Dude. I lost all contact with you after I left to California."

"But you found me" I say giving him a smirk. "I knew you couldn't resist me."

"Wait. Wait. Wait. You two know eachother?" asks Maia.

"Yes, you see here Maia. William here is my childhood best – Wait! You know William?!" I ask. What the Fuck!

"Yeah of course I do he is Red Angel's -" but Maia was cut off by Clarissa's hand covering her mouth.

William just gives Maia a glare. W hat the hell. Who is Red Angel?

"You see Wayland." William starts, "My girlfriend comes here. To school I mean. It would only be fitting if I attend school with her".

"Oh. I see, so your wipped Herondale?" I ask with a smirk.

"Am not Wayland" he glares.

I laugh. "Okay" I raise my hands in surrender. "So who is the lucky girl?"

Maia looks at me with the 'I-cant-believe-you-have-not-figured-it-out-look'.

But. But that means that -

"Clarissa, also known as Red Angel" finishes William, as he walks up to Clarissa. She receives him in a tight hug.

But I liked Clarissa.