Hi guyz. (I've come to realize when I give a time that I'm going to update my stories, I'm never telling the truth. Sorry. So in the future I will never give a time for updates. Okay?)

So I would like to start off by addressing the ridiculous amount of reviews telling me to PLEASE UPDATE. Yeah, these guyz are polite and put a please at the beginning. But still. It's annoying, and I don't really appreciate it. If you're going to leave a review please don't just scream at me to update. Seriously. You should have been here when I was updating every three months. I don't mind if you leave a review with something to say about the chapter and then tell me to update soon please. But just leaving a review with two words is annoying and it doesn't motivate me to write faster. It truly doesn't.

And while we're on the topic of reviews, since I always seem to forget, I have to answer some questions.

1. Jocelyn and Celine were just talking about Clace things. How they both ship it and how they are soooo cute.

2. Celine asked Jace if it was a real girl just to be sure. Not because Jace has a habit of making up imaginary girls. She just really wants her son to be happy. She also wants grandbabies. xD

Disclaimer: Blah. . . Don't own TMI. . . Blah

Sixth Grade 10/20/10

Clary's art class was making decorations, painting banners, and hanging signs and flyers in the hallways to advertise the middle school's upcoming Halloween dance next week. That certain class period was given this job because they were the most well behaved. Which could have been because there was hardly any students in the class, but either way, Clary loved this. Of course, Clary loved art class in general, but this particular project made it even better. the small class of fourteen students had been divided into groups, and Clary's group was assigned decorations. She attempted to get started right away.

"Do you think I could possibly make superhero decorations and get away with it?" Simon asked from her left.

He had gone to the back of the room where the art supplies were kept in a closet. His arms were full, and he dumped the supplies on the table unceremoniously. Clary's hand shot out to catch the markers that were rolling off the table. The girl seated across from them had to do the same.

"Sure I don't see why not," Clary shrugged. She placed the markers back in the center of the table and shot the girl across from her an apologetic smile. She grabbed a pair of scissors. "Cut them out and hang them all around the school. You can explain to Ms. Penke that it could be like costume ideas for people. You are supposed to be wearing costumes to this dance, right?"

"Yeah you are and might I say that that is a great idea Clary." He pulled out the chair beside her and took a seat. "Simply genius."

"Of course it's genius. After all I was the one to come up with it," Clary smirked at him. "Are you going to go to the dance? You could invite Isabelle."

"It is not that kind of dance, Clary. Besides, I could never work up the courage to ask her. School dances are dumb, anyway. But, do you know what isn't dumb? This golden idea that I have just come up with totally out of the blue. As you know, I'm not too good at drawing. You on the other hand, you are freaking brilliant. So how about we team up and conquer decorations together? You can draw the superhero logos and I can color them in. I have been praised for my ability to color in the lines. Have you been praised for your ability to color in the lines? No, you haven't. Good idea, right?" Simon smiled cheekily at her.

"Simon Lewis," Clary gasped. She feigned offense as she raised her hand to rest over her heart. "I am mildly offended. Are you using me for my artistic ability? Is that all this relationship was about to you? I thought what we had was special. I'm sure I can ever look at you the same after this."

Simon flashed her a quick grin before he dropped his head in shame and refused to meet her eye. He gave a hearty sigh. He began speaking in a thick and exaggerated British accent. "Alas, it is with a very heavy heart that I confess to you that your suspicions about our relationship are correct. I am using you and your artistic ability. But there is something that I must tell you. Something that you need to know. My feelings for you have always been completely real. None of what I said to you was a lie. I-" he paused for dramatic effect and winked at her-" love you Clarissa Adele Fray."

Clary turned her head away from Simon. She had to smother her laugh behind the back of her hand. She could see out of the corner of her eye the girl across the table watching them with a look of mild interest. She figured she may as well make this worth the girl's time as she took a deep breath to calm herself. She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead and adopted a thick British accent of her own.

"Oh, how I wish you wouldn't have said that, for I cannot say the same. I, Clarissa Adele Fray, never truly loved you Simon Lewis."

Simon gasped loudly. Clary watched with a wide smile on her face as Simon threw himself out of his chair and onto the floor. A couple of students swiveled in their seat to look at him and the girl across for them giggled softly. His eyes were screwed shut and the tip of his tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth. He popped open his right eye to peer at her.

"Just for the record, I am dead. You have killed me with your cruelness you cold, cold woman. Now I lie here on this hard floor rotting and mourning for my lost love. How could you do this to me? Do you see what you've reduced me to? Do you?"

"You're so lucky you're one of my best friends Lewis. Had we been any less close than we are I would have left you on the floor to rot," Clary stuck her tongue out at him and Simon mimicked her actions. She laughed and extended her hand to him. He grabbed it and climbed to his feet. He took his time to dust the nonexistent dirt from his clothes. He smirked at her. "So are you going to help me or am I going to flounder through this project like I do all my other projects?"

"Yes, of course I'll help you Simon," Clary rolled her eyes. She abandoned her previous project and grabbed a few sheets of blank paper and a pencil. She twirled the pencil in her hand as she smiled wryly at him. "I can't believe that you ever seriously thought that I wouldn't."

"Yeah well, what can I say? You do have your occasional moments and I can never be too sure." Simon slid into his chair.

"My occasional moments?" Clary asked as she raised both her brows. "Hmm, could you possibly mean when I'm not being a total push-over and I don't do everything people ask of me? The moments when I actually have a backbone? Could you possibly mean those moments?"

Simon snapped his fingers. "Yes, exactly! Those moments! But just for the record, I like you much better when you're doing my bidding."

Clary gave him a sardonic smile. "Everybody likes me better likes this. Like you said, it's 'cause I do their bidding."

Simon nodded his head in agreement. Clary rolled her yes for what seemed like the billionth time today and gave him a good-natured smile. She went to work drawing the superhero logos. She started with Superman, and then Batman, and then moved on to do the rest of the members of the Justice League. She had been drawing for about fifteen minute, tracing the designs over with black sharpie, and all the while, Simon had been surprisingly quiet. This peaceful silence was disturbed when Simon decided to climb onto the table. He lied on his side in front of her. He rested his cheek in his hand and did his best to smile seductively at her. Simon winked at Clary.

"Draw me like one of your French pineapples."

Clary blinked at him as the dumb look remained glued to his face. Finally Clary scoffed very loudly. She shook her head and shoved her hand in his face as Simon laughed hysterically.

"'Draw me like one of your French pineapples'," Clary continued shaking her head in disbelief. She smiled at him. He flashed her an impish grin in return as he hopped off the table. "Honestly Si. Where do you even come up with this stuff? Do the French even produce pineapples?"

"Who knows? Not me, that's for sure. The material just comes to me, you know. Every other hour my trusty brain produces the dumb things for me to say and I say it." Simon leaned back in his chair, resting his feet on the table. He wore a self-satisfied smile on his face with his arms crossed over his chest. "Can I color yet?"

Clary gave him a playful frown. "I don't think you deserve to color after that little stunt you just pulled."

"You're just jealous that you can't come up with original material like me. You'll never be able to make it in the world of comedy when you know I can. Your jokes are overused and unoriginal."

'Sure, sure, whatever you say Si. I need to finish a couple more members of the Justice League. But you can color the ones I have finished if you want."

"Are you doing villains too? Because you know how I love me some Batman villains. Especially the Riddler. He really speaks to me."

Clary narrowed her eyes and pointed her pencil at him. "I will stab you with this. Don't think I won't. You have been warned."

Simon held his hands up in surrender but that did nothing to wipe the smug expression from his face. The period went by as Clary finished the Justice League, the Avengers, some of the X-Men, and some more well-known villains of the DC and Marvel universes. Simon remained quite for the most part. Or, as quiet as he could manage. He babbled oh by her side , knowing full well that she wasn't listening to him. Every other five minutes he would do something stupid that begged for Clary's attention and she would humor him. Then, much to everybody's relief, the bell rang, signaling their release from school.

Most students dropped everything and pushed out the door upon hearing the noise, leaving the mess they had made during the class behind. These students included Simon which wasn't all that shocking. He had a bus to catch. He had patted her on the head and thanked her for cleaning up after him. Clary sighed as she began to clean up the table. Clary stayed after school for Anime club, so there was no real reason for her to rush, and afterward she walked home with Jonathan. She didn't have a problem hanging around and tidying up the art room. The girl across the table was attempting to help her as she always did, but Clary waved her off and told her to go catch her bus. She didn't need to be told twice.

She gathered the markers in her arms, realizing this was going to take a couple of trips back and forth. She walked to the back of the art room where all the art supplies were stored. As she passed by his table, she noticed Jace talking to the art teacher. Jace had a deep frown on his face as he stuck his nose in the air in a bratty way. The art teacher had her arms folded across her chest and a stern expression on her face. Clary guessed they were having a disagreement.

Clary turned her head away from them and dumped the markers in their assigned bins. She did this two more times, and on the last trip to the supply closet, Jace seemed to notice Clary and turned to stare at her. Clary smiled brightly at him. He turned his head away and she sighed. She walked back to her seat. She grabbed the work her and Simon had completed and placed the sheets of paper on the teacher's desk. She made her way back to the table and crouched down to grab her folders that rested under her chair. She checked one last time to make sure her table was clean, before she moved to walk out the door when a hand rested on her shoulder, halting her movements.

"Clary," Ms. Penke, the art teacher, offered her a tired smile. "How are you doing?"

"Well, I think I'm alright, Ms. Penke," Clary smiled at her. "I put my work on your desk. Simon and I worked together, and don't worry, I made sure he did his fair sure. I'm going to Anime club right now so I could ask Mr. Levi to hang up the decorations in the hallway if you need me to. I just wasn't sure if you wanted to grade it before or after."

"Oh, that'd be fine, but you don't have to worry about it. I can do it tomorrow. Actually, I was wondering if you could stay after and help Jace with his assignment. He's having a bit of trouble. . ."

Clary frowned as she shifted her things in her arms. "What was his assignment that he's having trouble on it?"

"He was assigned to paint a banner. It was meant to be a group project but he refused to work in a group. And, the thing is, he can't paint. I've always known he was never going to become the next Picasso, and I don't want to say his work is terrible, but between you and me, it really is. I hate to say it, I really do, but it's the truth. I was hoping you could help him. I would give you extra credit of course, and he is your friend so that's a plus, right?"

Well, she was already meant to be staying after school and this was a perfect time to spend time with Jace. . . "Okay, I'll do it."

Ms. Penke smiled gratefully and enveloped her in a quick hug. "Thank you so much, Clary. I actually have to go right now due to prior engagements. You know where everything is though, and I'll send someone down here to watch you. Again thank you so much."

Ms. Penke stepped away from her. She hurried to her desk and began gathering her things. Clary looked over to Jace and he stared at her blankly.

She made her way over to him and smiled. "So, uh, what ideas did you come up with last period? Anything you wanna work with?" The tables in the middle of the room had been pushed together and a long piece of orange construction paper was stretched out across it.

Jace turned his head away from her as two pink spots blossomed on his cheeks. He mumbled, "you don't want to see it. Trust me."

Clary shot him a bewildered look before she nodded slowly. "Alright. Fair enough. Maybe we could do something like 'Welcome to the Halloween dance. It'll leave you spellbound.' Then we could paint little witches all around the words. Haha, right?"

Clary doubted Jace would actually get the joke and just go along with it to get to soccer practice faster. Her suspicions were confirmed when a puzzled look crossed his face, but nodded nevertheless. His fingers were drumming against the table, and a brush was clutched in his other hand. She got him to hand it to her, and it was coated in black paint. She walked over to the sink to wash it off. Jace followed her. She ran the brush under the water and Jace cleared his throat purposefully.

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"How do you, uh, paint?"

Clary blinked after he asked this question. She shut off the water and placed the brush on the edge of the sink. She turned her head to look at him, an apologetic smile on her face. "I'm not too sure I understand your question Jace. It's painting."

"I've never painted before," Jace confessed, not meeting her eye.

"Never? Not even when you were a kid?" Clary asked slowly to which Jace shook his head.

Clary opened her mouth to say something, but closed it just as fast. A thought formed in her mind that was too good not to act on, and she flashed Jace a quick grin. She grabbed the paint brush and beckoned for Jace to follow her as she led him back to the table where her assigned seat was. The table next to it was where all the paint and painting supplies had been laid out. Tubes of paint, containers of paint, gallons of paint, palettes, brushes, and a variety of other things. She uncapped one of the containers and poured some paint onto the palette.

"Here," Clary said as she dipped two fingers into the pink paint. "Most children learn how to finger paint first. So we should probably start there as well." She turned to face, Jace, a sly smile adorning her features. She dragged her fingers across both his cheeks, so that he now wore pink war paint. Then she boldly pressed her fingers to his nose. He went cross-eyed to look at the mark, and Clary laughed joyously upon seeing this.

A slow grin stretched across his face. He dipped his own fingers in the paint and smeared it across his forehead. Clary laughed again, rubbing the palm of her hands in the paint. She ran her hands up and down his arms. It was his turn to retaliate.

This led to the greatest mess the middle school art room had ever seen. The janitor would definitely have his or her work cut out for them. Clary had abandoned her suggestion of finger painting earlier, and just took to squirting the contents of the tubes at Jace. Their clothes were covered in paint, bright colors all over them. It was a good thing that the paint was washable because nothing had been spared in the war. Clary's hair was clumped together with bright yellow paint. Jace had literally taken the gallon of paint and dumped it over her head. She had tried to get away from him, and consequently ended up tripping over a chair. Jace took this opportunity to climb on top of her, pour green paint in the palm of his hand, and wipe it all over the back of her neck.

Clary laughed and kicked her legs wildly. "Jace, get off of me!" she squealed.

Jace was ready to retort when the door swung open. Jace quickly rolled off Clary and dropped the empty paint container. When it landed on the floor he subtly kicked it away from him. Not that it really mattered. The evidence of what they had done was literally everywhere. Clary scrambled to her feet and tried to wipe the paint from her face furiously. Like Jace, she was trying to get rid of the evidence that could incriminate them.

Clary recognized the person standing in the doorway as the guidance counselor, Mr. Hart. Since she knew there was no point in denying what they had done, Clary waved sheepishly to him. Jace stood with is back ramrod straight and his hands folded neatly behind his back.

"Nice color scheme you've got going there, son. You have purple and pink in your hair."

Jace's hand drifted up to his hair where he felt the strands clumped together. He turned to glare at Clary. She gave him an innocent smile and tugged on a strand of her own hair.

"Aright," Mr. Hart entered the room and looked around. "Good job kiddos. I can definitely picture your futures in the art world. I'll call the janitor to clean up this mess." He ruffled Clary's hair and gave her a light push towards the door. "I won't breathe a word of this to Ms. Penke."

Jace wasted no time stepping past the man to get out the door, and after Clary gathered her things in her arms, she followed after him.

"Just between you and me, I totally won," Jace smirked at her from over his shoulder.

"You wish, Herondale."

Seventh Grade

Simon had always known that him and Clary were the best of friends. They had been joined at the hip ever since they had met when they were six. There was Isabelle yes, but the way he loved her was completely different from the way he loved Clary. They laughed together, pined together, and had the occasional sleep over when they were younger.

Everybody they went to school with knew what their relationship was, and knew it would always remain a platonic relationship. So, of course, most people expected him to be jealous when Jace entered the picture. After all, they saw this is as him moving in on Simon's best friend. And oddly enough, he wasn't. He wasn't exactly sure how to feel about the whole thing. But there was one thing, just one thing, that got under his skin that took place between them. Once again, it wasn't so much jealousy as it was annoyance.

It was their inside jokes. Of course, inside jokes were great. If you were included in the inside joke, and not the loser that had no idea what was happening. When it came to Jace and Clary's inside jokes, Simon was that loser.

The first time it happened was when they were in Gym. Some kid had just bolted past them, and this made Clary laugh loudly. She turned to Simon and said, "I'm Cody by the way."

Simon frowned at her. "What on earth are you talking about?"

Clary grinned at him. "Inside joke. Between me and Jace."

"Okay. You want to explain to me what the meaning of this inside joke is?"

"No, of course not Simon. We have plenty of inside jokes, and you know that telling would defeat the purpose of the inside joke."

Simon dropped it.

The next time it happened they were in homeroom together. Clary had been talking to Isabelle and Simon when Jace walked in. He gave he a rare grin and greeted her with a "You look nice today, Clary."

Clary beamed at him and smothered a giggle behind her hand. Simon and Isabelle shared a bewildered look.

"Did you two start dating or something and just didn't tell us?" Isabelle asked with a raised brow.

Clary took a deep breath to cut off her laughter and shook her head. "Ah, no, nothing like that. Just an inside joke."

Then it happened again when Jace showed up to school wearing a t-shirt sporting the Batman logo. He had never worn anything with a design on it, keeping strictly to button down shirts and the occasional solid colored sweater. Simon wondered if Jace even knew who Batman was. When Clary saw the shirt she fell into a fit of laughter. Jace whispered something in her ear and she laughed even harder, tears streaming out of the corners of her eyes. After her tears and laughter had subsided, she turned to Simon. She opened her mouth to explain, but Simon raised his hand and cut her off.

"No wait. Let me guess. Inside joke"

The sheepish smile she sent him said it all.

No, Simon Lewis was not jealous. Just annoyed.

Eighth Grade 3/5/13

It had originally started out as a joke that of course, everyone took too far. Simon had mentioned something about their superhero alter egos during a particularly dull Civics lesson. They had all laughed it off, but as previously stated, the lesson was dull, so Clary took that time to brainstorm ideas for her superhero persona, along with Jace's and Magnus'. She jotted down little notes about their characters, before she drew them out. They went by Artemis, Black Dragon, and Sorcier respectively. They looked pretty kick-ass too, everybody had to admit it.

They were all posed together in the picture Clary sketched and colored. The White House was depicted behind them.

One half of Clary's face was her normal features. Her fiery red hair was pulled into a sloppy braid. Her face was hidden by a silver mask with a design of a half moon in the corner. Her eyes were still the same shade of green and there was a light sprinkling of freckles on her cheek. Clutched in her hand was a silver bow. Then the other half of her face resembled a totally different girl. Her face remained visible, no mask to cover her features, and she was all sharp lines. Ebony hair twisted into an intricate braid. Dark eyes. An impassive face. When they asked Clary who she was she pressed a finger to her lips, a secretive smirk on her face.

Jace's face was covered by a black mask. His suit was black and simplistic, a design resembling scales sketched into it, claws attached to the end of his gloves. He wore a silver belt as well, the only thing that wasn't black. A variety of different weapons hung off it. His body was clouded with black smoke the swirled around his body, mostly around his face, and seemed to engulf him. They wouldn't have been able to tell who it was if Clary hadn't told them.

Jace looked the most bad-ass, Clary looked mysterious, and Magnus looked the most laughable. His feet were inches from the ground, a staff held in his left hand, and sparks flying from the tips of his fingers on his right hand. He wore a huge grin on his face, and he was the only one not wearing a mask. He was in white spandex, glittering covering almost every inch of the suit. He wore a belt with a large, gold S on it.

"Why am I not wearing a mask?" Magnus asked, a finger placed on his chin.

"You have magic Magnus. You don't need a mask because you can change your facial features to resemble anybody," Clary explained.

"If I used the face of a girl, would my body change to resemble a girl's body as well?" Magnus asked.

"Not unless you make it appear as such."

Magnus hummed in response.

It was Clary, Jace, Simon, Isabelle, Magnus and Alec. They were seated in a circle in the middle of the soccer field. Magnus and Alec had come to pick up Isabelle when they saw the four of them gathered around something. Being the curious folk they were, they joined them.

"Why does Magnus get to have a sketch of his superhero alter ego?" Simon wined. "He's not even in our inner social circle. It's not fair."

"You'd never make a good superhero, Simon," Isabelle said, picking up the sketchbook to inspect it closer. "If anything, I could see you as an involuntary villain in this alternate universe. You know, a pawn, pegged against your friends. So in the alternate universe where you guys are superheroes, Jace is totally in love with the civilian Clary, but she doesn't return her feelings. There would be three major story lines, and definitely a couple of spin-offs. The first one would be called I Never Told You What I Do For a Living. The second one would be called The Sharpest Lives. And the third and final installment would be called Surrender the Night. Oh, and obviously there would be an amazing love square between Black Dragon and Jace and Artemis and Clary. I ship Black Dragon and Clary, then Jace and Clary, then Black Dragon and Artemis, and then Jace and Artemis. Ooh, we need ship names. Any ideas?"

A bead of sweat formed on Simon's forehead. "Did you just come up with all of that right now?"

"Well, there is a reason I'm one of the best fanfiction writers out there," Isabelle said as she winked at him. "Clary could do the illustrations and I could come up with the plot. We'd make a wonderful team."

"Well Cary may be a good artists, but she'd make a horrible superhero," Simon said. "She'd trip over her own two feet while racing across rooftops and plummet to her death. Jace would do bad too. He'd never save anybody because he's all brooding and moody, and he'd let the innocent die. Magnus- eh, he might do fine."

"Superheroes don't even exist," Jace scowled. "How can I possibly make a horrible one?"

"It's calling being a child and having fun," Magnus said. He pushed himself to his feet and Jace thought he was going to storm off. Instead he walked over to the tree line. He bent down and began rummaging for something on the ground.

"What the hell is he doing?" Isabelle asked.

"Foraging for nuts maybe?" Simon shrugged.

He came back with two sticks, both the size of his legs. He tossed one to Clary who fumbled with catching it, and one to Jace who let it land right in front of his feet.

"Welcome to the superhero trials. I am your instructor Magnus Bane. These trials will test your physical strength, your values, your will to sacrifice, and whether or not you'll look good in spandex. First test shall be dueling with staffs. The next few tests after this will determine what weapon you'll work best with, including this test. Jace and Clary, you're up first."

"What do you want us to do? " asked Clary. She was gazing at her stick, a frown marring her features.

"Duel obviously, like I just said. The goal is to pin your opponent to the floor for three seconds. You're not allowed to use anything but your stick to aid you. Either way, this particular fight is going to be very entertaining for the three of us, no matter the outcome. Now let's go, we're wasting daylight."

"Can a stick kill you?" Clary asked Jace unsurely.

"Blunt force trauma," Jace spoke indifferently.

"Ah."

Surprisingly, Jace raised no argument as he got to his feet. He twirled the stick in front of him, an impressed noise escaping Isabelle at the sight. When he caught her stare of disbelief, he shrugged. "I've gotten used to how things work with your friends. The sooner I beat you the sooner I can carry on with my life. They're not going to leave us alone until we do this. You know that just as I know that."

Clary climbed to her feet, clutching the stick awkwardly to her chest. "What makes you so sure that you can beat me?"

"I'm very confident in my ability to wield a stick as a weapon."

Magnus moved Clary back a few feet and ordered Simon, Alec, and Isabelle to scoot back a little bit so that they wouldn't get caught in the fight. After he decided they were a safe distance away he took a couple steps away from Jace and Clary.

"Alright. In your stance. Three. . . Two. . . One. . . Fight!"

Jace wasted no time in swinging his stick out towards Clary. Clary yelped loudly and held her stick out in front of her, blocking his attack. He did this again, and this time his stick hit the tip of Clary's fingers.

"Ow!" Clary exclaimed loudly. "Did you really have to do that? That hurt."

Jace ignored this remark and lunged at her. This time, Clary brought her stick up so that they clashed above their heads. Clary doubted their was anybody left at school, except maybe some teachers grading papers, but really, they must have looked like idiots. Swinging around sticks and fighting with them.

They did this for a while longer. Clashing their 'weapons' together, dodging attacks, and dancing out of the way. Clary couldn't count how many times her fingers were hit in the process. It was mostly on her dominant hand too, which sucked her left hand wasn't nearly as strong as her right. At this point, all Jace needed to do was add force to his attacks and he could win. Jace was lighter on his feet and for whatever reason, he seemed more experienced, but Clary was definitely more driven to win this then he was.

Finally, Jace seemed to get smart, and stuck his stick behind her legs as she was stepping backwards. She squeaked, teetered from foot to foot, before she finally lost her balance and fell on her back. Her stick went flying out of her hand and Jace kicked it away so that she couldn't reach it. Then he kneeled down beside her and pressed her stick lightly to her neck so that if she attempted to get up, it would cut off her oxygen. Magnus counted to three.

"Clary glared up at him after he removed his stick from her neck. She didn't feel like moving. Jace leaned back on his palms. He gave her one of his more rare, genuine smiles that made her heart flutter. "I think it's safe to say that I would be the better superhero. My head is better in battle and I can think rationally, where as you kind of lose your brain."

Clary tilted her head away from him. "You cheated and that's that. Oh, and how did you get so good at this?"

Jace gave her an embarrassed smile that she didn't understand. "No reason."

Ninth Grade 6/7/14

Clary had a lot of respect for her Earth Science teacher. He was young, one of the youngest teachers in that building. He was quite funny and joked around with his students. He kept candy in his desk that he handed out randomly. There was a chart between students counting how many sweets were given to each student, trying to determine the favorite by this. It was later decided that candy had nothing to do with it because Jace had acquired the most over the course of the school year, and no teacher would have Jace as their favorite student.

He was sort of what one might call a nerd. And most students generally enjoyed being in his class, no matter what they were doing. Based on his reputation as a teacher, it was only natural that after the finals he had something fun planned. That something was to do nothing but watch the TV show Supernatural for the remainder of the school year.

He explained it was one of his more favorite shows and he felt that the students would really like it. He said he would have had them watch Sherlock, but the episodes were too long to be able to watch in one period, and he didn't want them to forget anything. Clary had heard of Supernatural before. It was a popular show after all. She had never actually watched it though. It was mostly because she didn't believe in demons or ghosts or things of fiction like that. As far as she knew, the main characters hunted these things, and Clary wasn't really into those crappy ghost hunter shows. Simon had watched it on multiple occasions, but whenever he saw it on TV it was always in the middle of some storyline he didn't understand.

"My cousin likes this show," Jace murmured after the teacher was done talking. "It's really weird."

"Did he make you watch it with him over the summer?" Clary asked. She was referring to the previous summer where Jace had gone to California to visit relatives.

Jace shrugged. "I guess he didn't force me to watch it. But I did sleep in the same room as him and it was always on. I could only avoid him and play soccer so many hours before I had to take a break. I suppose it's not a terrible show, but I wouldn't choose to watch it. I think we made it through a couple of seasons. My favorite season was season five when Lucifer was out of the cage, but my favorite episode was when Sam and Dean had to take care of a shapeshifter baby named Bobby John."

". . . What?" Clary asked blankly.

"What does this have to do with Earth Science?" a boy in the back of the room asked. "I thought this show was about two guys travelling around the country and killing demons."

"Quite frankly I have no idea what this show has to do with Earth Science. Do you want to do actual work? 'Cause I can print some worksheets right away."

"No!" the whole class chorused at the same time, causing Mr. Anderson to chuckle. As I thought. But, just in case the principal decided to poke his head, I want you to pick a character to write about. Whatever you want to write about them. And yes, I am aware this isn't English class, but it's just so that you can say you're doing something. Also, I may or may not need a few more grades for my gradebook."

There were a few good-natured groans heard here and there as students got out some paper and a writing utensil. Mr. Anderson started playing the video.

Originally, Clary had planned to sketch the entire period and just not watch the show, but that plan went out the window when it was announced she had to write about one character, forcing her to watch if she wanted a good grade.

It wasn't horrible. Far from it. It was actually very entertaining, which she had not expected. It was a lot better than anything Clary had been watching recently. And, because she was fifteen, she was also able to appreciate the very fine eye-candy the show had to offer.

"Oh my God," Clary sighed dreamily, resting her head in her hands. The first episode was over and this was the time they were meant to be writing their essay. Jace had already gotten to work, actually taking noted during the episode like a diligent student. He had chosen to write about Constance Welch, the antagonist of the episode.

"Did you see Dean? Did you see how cute he was when him and Sam were fighting in his room when he thought he was an intruder? Did you see those eyes when he told Sam their dad was on a hunting trip and he hadn't been home in a few days? And his chose of music. And that car. He is so wonderful and beautiful, don't you agree?"

Jace stopped moving his pencil across the paper as he fixed Clary with a blank stare. She laughed sheepishly. "Oh wait, you're not gay. Of course you don't see him in the same light I see him, considering I'm straight. I think I want to marry Dean Winchester. As my best friend, I expect you to be at the wedding."

Jace couldn't tell if she was being serious or not. ". . . He's a fictional character, Clarissa."

Clary made a whining noise in the back of her throat. "You're right. Ugh, Jace Herondale, why do you have to spoil everything?"

Now that that matter was settled, he could go back to writing. Just as Jace began to spell out "lowlife husband" Clary gasped beside him.

"I've figured it out, Jace. The character Dean Winchester may be fictional, but the actor who plays him isn't."

"He's probably twenty years older than you, Clarissa, Jace said, trying to make the delusional girl see sense.

"Age means nothing in life," Clary waved him off.

"You're crazy," Jace said finally.

"Crazy in love."

"Will you quit using that word love?" Jace huffed.

Clary didn't appear to hear him. He couldn't tell if she was actually being serious, which was annoying. A word like love shouldn't be tossed around so loosely like that. Especially not to describe some celebrity infatuation. He must have said this out loud because the boy seated across from them, Ace, laughed.

"Dude, you're jealous of some fictional character. Clam down."

Jace scoffed loudly. "Me? Don't be ridiculous. Why would I be jealous? It's just annoying, that's all. Most girls act like that, I don't want my best friend to turn into one of them."

Jace lowered his head to get back to work as Ace snickered. "Totally jealous."

DO YOU KNOW WHAT BROUGHT YOU THIS CHAPTER? PURE JOY THAT NADAL WON HIS QUARTERFINAL MATCH IN THE RIO OLYMPICS. WOOOHOOO. I'm sorry. if you couldn't tell, i really like nadal. or, just tennis in general. i also enjoy watching andy murray play. do you guys like tennis?

So, about that spn thing. All the Clary's I have written like Supernatural. This Clary is no different. I'm not sorry.

and technically we got to see a jealous jace. xD

also, major references to my superhero au. Plz go check it out. There were some major spoilers in this chapter, that hints at things that are going to come up in future chapters.

So. Go watch tennis. Thank you. Cheer for nadal and murray.

But seriously, what sports do you watch if you watch the Olympics. I've been watching gymnastics, and tennis, and swimming, and archery, and some badminton, because yes I play badminton, and surprisingly some handball.

~SL27