Clary's P.O.V.

"Tell me everything tomorrow. I bet he has like a gun somewhere in his room. They told me he is a sort of gangster outside of school," my best friend Simon said.

"Simon don't be an idiot, I bet none of that's' true. But I do want to see his house, just out of curiosity" I said. We were walking to his car since he always gave me a ride home.

"When's this supposed to happen anyway?" asked Simon grabbing his keys.

"Dammit! I forgot! It's right now,

" I said as I turned as ran towards the library. As I ran, I remembered lunch. God, had lunch been a disaster. She had told her friends and everyone replied with:

"Take a picture of his abs!"

"Ew, I bet he'll rape you or something"

"Ask him to see his room! I bet he has loads of cash there…"

Talk about immature. But then, he and his friends (he had friends!) came to lunch. To say everyone was shocked is an understatement. I looked at him and he smirked at me. He freaking smirked! I didn't he could change facial expressions. I glared at him and he laughed. Since when did he laugh? Anyway, the whole thing left me nervous about the whole tutoring issue Suddenly, I found myself right outside the library. I sighed, and stepped inside. I looked around and saw no one. Had he forgot? Great. Just great. I turned to leave, but a hand grabbed my shoulder. I shrieked, no one touches me in this school. I heard a laugh behind me, and recognized it t be the sexy laugh of Jace. Yeeees, I admit he has a sexy laugh.

"Come on, we've got some studying to do Fray" he said. I turned and was surprised by how close his face was to mine. I saw his eyes widen, but I just took a step back and said:

"Look, I came today only to tell you that afterschool I can't okay? I got other stuff". I said remembering by kickboxing class. I did kickboxing, because recently my dad has been drinking and being really violent so I was scared out of my mind. But I didn't need to explain that to Jace.

"Look Fray, II am not rich daddy's little girl, so I need the money for this. When will the lady prefer her tutoring sessions?" he said in mock politeness. My anger rose, because he knew nothing about me, so why does he call me rich daddy's little girl? If only.

"Cut the crap and meet me at my house at six. I'll text you my address later" I said as I stormed out of the library.

Jace's P.O.V.

I watched her leave the library. She had gotten really mad, but I still couldn't understand why. I guess, we're just too different. She had her happy rich family and I had to leave with my mother alone. My father had left us when I was five, and since then my mom has been in a weird state. She barely talks or moves around the house. I missed her the way she was before, but I have my dad to blame for that. Anyway, I have to work hard to give her medicine, to buy food for both of us, and to pay for school supplies. Oh, the normal teenage life. And now I had Clary to worry about,\. She seemed different, but I didn't really know her, did I? But as she left, I could not stop thinking about her. She is beautiful, everyone knows that. She has flashing red hair, that reaches her elbows, huge emerald green eyes, that shine when she speaks to you. She had an amazing body, but she was the kind of girl he, Jace, would never hook up with. She was too dramatic and spoiled. He bets they couldn't even have one normal conversation together. Girls like her just didn't get along with boys like me. But then I remembered when she turned and her body was centimeters away from mine, how it felt to be so close to her I could've kissed her. My heart literally stopped at that moment. So I thought, maybe we could get along. I just had to put a little more effort on it than usual, because girls normally fell all over me. But I knew Clary Fray was everything but normal.

Later that day I received Clary's text, which now that I thought about it was weird because I never gave her my number. I arrived at her house a little before six, and saw her running out of her house crying. She didn't see me, so she ran straight into me.

"Hey, hey it's okay. What's wrong?" I asked grabbing her shoulders. She tried to get away from me, but I stayed firm. She then crumpled to the ground, and I knelt next to her. What the hell happened? Clary never cried. She broke her arm once at school, and she refused to cry. So what happened that made her cry? I was suddenly angry at whoever did this. Why? I don't know, I just felt protective of her all of a sudden. I tilted her chin up so she would into my eyes. Her eyes were red and puffy, but when she saw my face of concern and sincerity she took her walls down and leaned into my chest. I stroked her hair and held her until she said,

"I'm so sorry, for being like this. It's just…messed up". I looked into her eyes and said,

"Hey nobody's perfect. And it's okay, you can trust me". She looked away and said,

"I barely know you. I don't trust people that easily". I guess I could understand her. I, myself, was a pretty closed person when it came to my feelings and my situations. But right then I decided that I would gain her trust. I would help her through any situation she was going through, because this vulnerable and innocent Clary that took comfort in me was someone I wanted to spend more time with. I took her hand and we stood up.

"Want to go study? It'll take you mind off things. Later on, you'll be able to trust me Fray, but for now I can be your hot tutor" I said smirking at her. She laughed a laughed that filled my soul.

"Okay blondie" she said as she walked to my car. Blondie? Hell no. I would get her for that because Blondie sounds like a Ken Barbie Doll. And I was not going to be Ken for her. I was going to be freaking Leonardo di Caprio. I smiled at the thought and joined her at the car, and thought Clary Fray's in my car smiling. This day couldn't get better.