Clary's POV:

It was time for cheer practise. Izzy and I changed into the short skirts and tang tops that were the uniform. They were navy with a white line down the side of the skirt. The top had a white band around the middle where our boobs were and, written in green, was the name of our school, Idris high.

I stepped out of the changing room with Izzy and headed to the field. The boys were doing football practise on the other side.

"Remind me why I did this again?" I asked

"Because I would have comely redone your wardrobe and make Max tie you to a chair whilst I did it," Izzy's replied innocently

"I hate you,"

"Aw, I love you too Clare-bear." She giggled and I was about to say something snappy back to her but Maia interrupted.

"Alright you two. This is the rest of the team. Seelie, Kaelie, Tessa, Cecily, Ella, Aline, Sophie and me." Maia pointed them out and they either waved or glared. Seelie, Kaelie and Aline were the sluts that had glared. "Clary, are you ok with being out flyer? Our old one moved to England," Maia explained.

"Sure," I grinned. If it was anything like I thought it would be then it would be easy. Sebastian had trained me. The group explained and showed the routine. Then they practised throwing and catching me above the crash mats. I wasn't really bothered. Sebastian had trained me by throwing me off buildings until I landed properly.

Jace's POV:

We were practising football. Tom has made it into the team, against my decision, and was allocated the spare spot on the defence side of the team. Over the other side of the field were the cheerleaders. They were throwing people in the air and then catching them. They threw Izzy and she screamed. Then they threw Clary and my breathing stopped. She was silent and landed elegantly in the groups arms.

"Jace, is Clary dating anyone?" I turned to find Tom. He was watching the cheerleaders. Clary went in the air again, her skirt flying up, and Tom actually drooled. Before I had chance to reply he continued. "I'm gonna ask her out," he ran over to them I swore, my anger rising, as I ran after him. I think the rest of the team followed us.

"Tom! Wait!" I yelled. I watched as Tom put his arm around Clary, turning her away before grabbing her boob! I ground my teeth. I just reached them when Clary smacked Tom. There was a resounding crack and his cheek turned red in the shape of a hand print. The cheerleaders whistled and cheered Clary on. She glared at Tom and stalked over to me.

"Can't we do anything about him?" She asked and I wrapped my arms around her, resting my cheek on her hair.

"I'm going to kill him!" I muttered and Clary's arms tightened around me.

"Don't. It's not worth it, trust me. I know," she muttered the last bit darkly.

"But they're just friends right!" Tom was protesting.

"Ha, fuck no," Izzy laughed. I moved away from Clary, about to swing at Tom. Suddenly Clary was kissing me. I forgot all about Tom and let myself melt into the kiss. She pulled away after a second and I groaned, dropping my head into her shoulder.

"Tease," I said into the crook of her neck.

"But you love me for it," Clary untangled herself from me. The rest of my team dragged me and Tom back to practise. I spent the rest of practise glaring at Tom and trying not to kill him for manhandling my girlfriend. Jordan whistled besides me

"Man, you are whipped." He joked and I rolled my eyes. I was whipped and I didn't care if everyone knew that I loved Clary, my beautiful girlfriend.

The last few days passed quickly and soon it was Friday. Clary and J were supposed to be having our first date later. I got home, showered and put on my jeans, vans and a white button down shirt with my leather jacket. Izzy was playing Barbie doll Clary and was dressing her, getting her ready. I didn't care what Clary looked like or wore, she was perfect anyway.

After half an hour Izzy led Clary downstairs. My jaw dropped. She looked gorgeous. She looked like a model. She wore black skinny jeans, a green peplum top, ankle boots and a black leather jacket like mine.

"You look breath taking," I drew her in for a kiss. I only meant it to be a peck but it quickly got more heated.

"Eww guys, no PDA!" Max yelled, rushing out the room. Clary giggled.

"Ready to go?" I asked and she nodded, slipping her fingers through mine. We walked out the door and to my car. I opened the door for her and she slid in. I went around to the drivers side and got in.

We pulled up outside Taki's. I got out quickly and opened Clary's door for her. She smiled and I took her hand, leading her into the restaurant. The bell rang as we walked through the door. We sat in a booth and a waiter came over to us. He looked Clary up and down before taking our orders. I noticed he asked what we wanted to Clary. She didn't realise apparently , which I was grateful for. Clary was beautiful. She could get any guy she wanted if she wanted to. Which she didn't. Of course she wouldn't. She had me. Ok, that might be very narcissistic but I didn't want to lose her.

"We have a game tomorrow," I told her and she nodded,

"I know. I am a cheerleader. I'll be there, cheering for you all the way," she smiled and my heart flipped.

"I know this is mushy but what did I do to deserve you?" I pondered aloud. Clary laughed. Her laugh was contagious and soon I was laughing to. We stopped when the waiter appeared with our food. He set it down, looking at Clary, and gave her a piece of paper. He walked away, a smug grin on his face.

"What's it say?" I all but growled.

"Incase your man isn't man enough for you and his number," she gagged. "Ew. Did not expect that to happen." I glared at the waiter who shrugged at me.

"Any hints on what to expect tomorrow?" I asked, picking up my burger. Clary speared a piece of her pasta.

"There will be a lot of flying," she grinned and I groaned.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I asked and she shrugged.

"Sebastian used to throw me off buildings," She said and put a piece of pasta in her mouth. She was dripping seduction, the way her mouth wrapped around the fork and the moan that followed. "Oh my god, this is amazing." She swallowed and I wished it was me that had made her moan like that. "Try some," she said and I picked up my fork. "Uh-uh!" She shook her head and speared another bit of the pasta before feeding it to me.

True to her word, it was amazing. We carried on talking about the game tomorrow.

"There's this tradition that the player's girls wear their jerseys. Would you wear mine?" I asked nervously, my palms sweating. What if she said no and said all of this was a mistake and that we were done?

"Of course I will," she said. We had finished eating by then and art grabbed a pen out her bag. She wrote something on a piece of paper.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Giving the waiter back his paper," I saw she wrote "Nice try. Next time ask someone without a boyfriend,"

I grinned as Clary folded the paper to make it look different from the piece he gave her. I payed the bill and we stood to leave. On the way past Clary gave the note to the waiter and winked at him before leaving after me. Through the window we saw the waiter tear open the note and then thump his fist on the counter in annoyance. Unfortunately his fist landed on a fork and I flicked up and hit him in the face. We laughed and I kissed Clary quickly before pulling her back to the car.