A/N: Hi! This is my new story about J/C of course! I hope you guys like it please R and R if you want me to keep going… ENJOY!

IMPORTANT: In this story Jace was put up for adoption at birth. He was put through hell in foster homes before his birth father found him and took him in. (I know it sound confusing but it will make sense as the story continues!)

Playlist:

Forget and not slow down – Relient K

Heavy Lies The Crown

Chapter 1

The American

Michael Wayland placed the pamphlets in front of his son. "Pick one." He said, it wasn't a question, it was an order.

Jace frowned and picked them up. He ran over the names of the different… schools… he opened one up and read the first few lines, Havenbrooke Assembly: A school for troubled teenage boys. Has several disciplinary exercises for the teen to do during his stay at Havenbrooke… Jace's eyes widened and he threw the pamphlets back onto Michael's desk. "You're sending me to military school? This is insane!"

"If you choose that one, though I would have figured you would go with the school in California…" He raised an eyebrow.

Jace stood up abruptly, almost knocking the chair over. "What are you talking about?"

Michael rolled his eyes at his son's dramatics. "Oh, sit down!" Jace grudgingly sat back down again, under his father's harsh gaze. "Now, you failed most of your semester-"

"Yup." Jace grinned at the memory. It'd been a fun year of pissing of his father just for the hell of it. He liked seeing the veins in his forehead almost burst with the tension. The punishments weren't great, but as time went by Jace grew used to the amount of violence his father would act out on him.

Michael growled. "Jace! This is no laughing matter. You have to go to summer school and catch up on your classes before you can go back to your school."

"Or what?" Jace taunted, pushing his limits, as usual.

"You will be repeating your former year," he looked at Jace with distaste, knowing that his "son" would not mind going back a class if it meant less school. "And seeing as you are my son and I have a reputation to uphold. I can't have that."

It was Jace's time to roll his eyes. He should have known that his father's concern about his schoolwork hadn't been for his sake. It was always about Michael. "Couldn't you just pay them off… as usual?"

"No," Michael sighed and leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "You have F's in every subject except for P.E."

Jace smirked. "But I have an A in P.E. am I right?"

Michael didn't respond, but merely pushed back the pamphlets to Jace. "Pick. One." His eyes were warning to say the least. Jace knew better than to argue with him when he was like this.

He picked up the papers and went through them, one by one. He finally settled on the most expensive (as a payback to his father, even though money wasn't a problem) boarding school. It was in a whole other country far away from Michael and it seemed okay, really. It was a performance school which meant singers, dancers, painters and shit. Those classes would sure beat calculus and science.

Jace handed the pamphlet back to Michael. "This one."

Michael raised a doubtful eyebrow. "Umm… Red-Gate Academy? In England?"

"See, I didn't choose California." Jace smirked and stood up, calmer this time. He turned around and began walking towards the door, not turning around when Michael spoke.

"You will begin in a month. Enjoy your last month of school, Jonathan."

Jace flinched at the name and slammed the door on his way out.

…

Red-Gate Academy

A big sign read in big bold letters and ironically the gate to the school property wasn't red. Jace sat in the car and stared out the window. It was beautiful there, serene, green trees, damp grass, grey/blue sky with almost no clouds even though it was drizzling outside.

The school was huge. It was Victorian style castle with students buzzing around it, sitting in the grass taking it cool, chatting by the entrance, playing and laughing by the pond and just… enjoying themselves. England was all he could think. It was very different from New York.

The driver pulled over by the side of the castle and he turned back to Jace. "It's time to face the music, mate." The British man even laughed at his own stupid pun. Music, it's a music school. I get it, Jace though, irritated.

Jace's hand went to the tie he'd been forced to wear. There was a strict uniform code that consisted of a light blue shirt, a yellow and black striped tie, a navy cardigan and beige chinos. The shirt he was wearing was slightly open at the neck and the tie hanged loosely around his neck due to the amount of tugging he'd been doing the entire ride.

He shot the driver a loop-sided smirk before climbing out of the car. "Thanks for the ride, Brit." Then he leaned back into the car and handed the driver a hundred dollar bill. "I don't have any goblin money, or whatever it is you Brit's use as currency, so there you go."

The driver grinned and nodded, not taking offence. "Thanks there, mate!"

He shut the door and watched as the car drove away. He was truly stuck now. He looked around the place and noticed that no one was even faced with his presence. No one even seemed to care or notice. So he just stood there, staring out at the students.

After about ten minutes there was a tap at his shoulder. He turned around to see a small woman with graying hair and soft brown eyes standing there. "Hello, you must be our new transfer student Jonathan Wayland." She, too, had that accent that sounded so… pretentious! And he was basically at every social event at the Upper East Side. (Michael forced him to go.) He knew about pretentious.

Jace looked the woman up and down, she was definitely a teacher. He could tell by her boring clothing and almost annoyingly chipper attitude. "It's Jace."

"Okay," she said, sharply. "My name is Mrs. Lauper. I am the Headmistress of this school and your new mentor."

"And I am the new student," he said, sarcastically, hoping to get a rise out of her.

Mrs. Lauper smiled at him, amused. "I know, Mr. Wayland. You will be rooming with some of Red-Gate's finest students. I think you will find yourself quite at home here."

"I'm sure," he murmured under his breath.

"What was that?" Mrs. Lauper asked, raising a thin eyebrow.

Jace smirked; he kind of liked this Lauper teacher. She had guts. "Nothing."

"Good. Now, I will take you to meet your new fellow students." She gestured for him to walk with her. And then began pacing forward, slowly.

He walked beside her, looking up at the sky, really taking it all in.

Mrs. Lauper broke him out of his reverie. "So… do you have any musical talents?"

Jace laughed, slightly. "Not really. I don't sing or play anything." He lied. He did both, actually, but he didn't want anyone to know that. When he sang, was the only time he was really vulnerable enough to show some of his real emotions.

"Fine, maybe you can pick up painting?" Mrs. Lauper suggested.

Jace didn't have time to respond before they had stopped by two boys, one had black hair and icy blue eyes while the other had dark hair, brown eyes and glasses. He could tell right away that the one with the glasses was a gamer. It was painfully obvious.

"Mrs. Lauper," both the boys greeted, completely in tune.

"Hello, boys," Mrs. Lauper said with a nod. "This is Jace Wayland, our new transfer student." She gestured Jace.

The boys nodded. The geek/gamer introduced himself first. "My name is Simon Lewis."

"'Names Alec Lightwood," the other one said.

Mrs. Lauper smiled at them politely. "I must be going, but I trust you two to look after Mr. Wayland."

Simon gave her a grin. "Of course."

Mrs. Lauper walked away into the castle. And Jace looked over to Alec and Simon. "So, guys, it there any fun here… like at all?"

Alec laughed. "Not really," he confessed. "It is if you like performing, though. But something tells me that an American like you has no interest in that."

"You're probably right." Jace chuckled.

Simon rolled his eyes. Americans. "We'll show you the dorms. You will be rooming with me and Alec. Your luggage had already arrived."

The three boys walked inside of the massive castle. It was as beautiful inside as it was on the outside. A little more boring, but it upheld the same standards. The walls were grey and all things wooden, including the floor, were a dark mahogany.

Alec showed him to all the places you could study and Simon showed him to all the places you could go to relax and hang out.

Jace had his head up in the clouds when suddenly something bumped into him. He looked down to see a small redheaded girl on the floor in front of him.

"Hey," she said in what was meant to be a harsh tone. "Watch where you're going!"

Jace couldn't help but notice how beautiful how voice sounded. He put out a hand. "It's not every day that girls fall at my feet without me even trying. It's every minute." He said, arrogantly and waited for her to take his hand.

But instead the girl got up by herself and stood tall in front of him. She was delicately built with soft curves in all the right places, beautiful red locks of hair and the most amazing emerald eyes.

"American?" She asked, he noticed that her accent wasn't anywhere near as thick as the others were. "I can't that say I'm surprised."

He smirked. "Ah. Judgy little Red aren't we?"

The girl glared. "Dumb American aren't you?" She retorted.

Then she turned her heel and walked away down the hall. She was graceful even as pissed off, interesting...

"Who was that?" He asked no one in particular. Still staring in the direction of the girl, she was the first one in… EVER to shoot him down like that.

"That, my dear American friend," Simon, who'd mysteriously popped up beside him said, "Is Clary Fray, the best singer and possibly best person I know."

A/N: Hey! I really, really enjoyed writing this I hope you liked it too! Anyways REVIEW to make me UPDATE FASTER!