A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen I present 'Crossed Paths'. I hope you all enjoy XD

I watched him from my locker, I watched as he brushed back his shiny blonde hair to keep out of his eyes. I watched as he smiled at his brother who walked towards him from his last class, I even watched the way he walked as he walked past me hiding behind my locker door.

I sighed when he and his brother had disappeared into a class room; I turned my attention back to my locker. I pulled out my trig text book and one of my many notebooks crammed in my tiny locker.

"Fray you wanna go to Java Jones after school and study or our poetry final?" Simon said as he came over to me. I closed my locker and looked over at him and looked down at his shirt to see the familiar 'Made in Brooklyn' tee shirt he was so fond of.

"Sure I have no life." I answered back and walked with him to you trigonometry class.

"Can you believe this year is almost over, and this time next year I'll be a Yale and you'll be in art school." Simon said as he held the door opened for me while we walked into Mr. Craft's 6th period class.

"No I can't, now stop bringing it up." I said as the thought of not seeing Simon every day gnawed at my heart. He pushed me with his shoulder playfully and I stuck my tongue at him, we took our seat next to one another and looked towards the board that had our assignment written in chalk.

"Come on Fray you knew this was going to happen it was inevitable." Simon said as he began to write in his notebook.

"Yes I did know that doesn't mean I have to like it. Now does it?" I snapped back at him trying to get off the topic of him leaving.

"Clary I know that this is a touchy topic but we have to talk about it sometime." Simon said as the bell rang.

"Yes we do just not now." I answered back and straightened my posture as I saw Mr. Craft walked through the door as usual.

"But why can't we talk about it now?" Simon asked and looked at me.

"Because I want to focus on my work for right now and not thinking about killing you." I snapped back at him all a little too loud, I heard everyone in the class begin to burst out in laughter and then hush as Mr. Craft cleared his voice.

"There will be no thoughts of killing one another Miss. Fray, but you can do that in your own time after school in detention." Mr. Craft said and started to write on the board.

I looked over at Simon and gave him a death glare, I clenched my fists and went back to doing our assignment.

The rest of sixth period flew by quickly thankfully as I sat there waiting for the bell to ring, Simon tried on many attempts to start another conversation but I just ignored him. When the bell ran I was the first one up and out of the room, I hurried down the hall to the art room, my sanctuary.

I walked in smelling the familiar scent of oil paints and old wood; I sat in my usual spot which was by the window in the far back. I pulled out my sketch book and pulled out my drawing pencils, I looked at the board and saw the words 'free period'. I began to draw whatever that could calm my thoughts, before I could place my bag down on the seat next to me the infamous Sebastian Verlac sat down next to me.

I looked over at him expecting him to say something, when he didn't I got impatient. "Is there something I can help you with?" I asked looking at him.

"Actually there is a couple of friends of mine are throwing a party and I want us to go together." He said wrapping an arm around my waist. I looked down at his arm and rolled my eyes, I grabbed his arm and detached it from my body and looked back at his face.

"Sebastian I wouldn't go to a party with you if my life depended on it." I sneered and went back to drawing.

"Well that hurt Fray truly I'm wounded." He said and placed a hand on his chest.

"Yeah I can see that you're all tore up about it, I'll get you a Kleenex." I said and stood up grabbing my stuff I walked over to another table and sat down and continued drawing.

I heard Sebastian talking to other girls around the classroom throughout the period; as long as he wasn't talking to me I wasn't going to care. Sadly the period went even faster than the one before; I sighed and banged my head against the desk when the bell rang.

I placed my things in my bag and made my way to the detention room that was all the way in the basement. On my way there I passed Simon and Maia who were both deep into their conversation to even notice me walking by.

I walked all the way to the end of the hall way and press down on the elevator, the door open with a creak and the smell of mold and death filled my nose. I coughed and piled onto the death trap and pressed the basement button, I held onto the side of the box the entire way down praying that I would make it alive.

Once the elevator came to a screeching halt and the door groaned open I hurried out of the box as If I were on fire. I had never been the basement before so I wasn't quite sure where I was going until I saw big green arrows and a sign that said 'Detention: follow green arrows.'

I turned several corners until I hit a hall way with a class room at the end of it. I slowly made my way down the hall and arrived at detention; I peered into the room and saw no one. I opened the door which also creaked and groaned, I walked over and sat down in one of the seats and waited for someone to come in.

"Well I've never seen you in here before." I heard behind me which of course made me jump, I looked around and saw him. He was so beautiful even in this terrible lighting you could still see how shiny his blond hair was and how golden his eyes were.

"Well I try not to get in trouble." I answered back and watched as he walked over and sat down beside me.

"I figured." He said and eyes me up and down. "There's no teacher, never was never will be."

I looked at him to see if he was lying but he never broke eye contact. "Then why do teacher assign detention if there is no teacher?"

"To waste your time, see you waste their time they want to waste yours, so they invented detention." He said and then out reached his hand towards me. "Jace Lightwood." I took it and shook it lightly.

"Clary Fray." I said and let go of his hand and looked around the tiny room. "If there's no teacher then why are we still here?" I asked looking around curiously.

"Because the door is locked and only opens at 4." He said and stretches his arms behind his head as if he were about to take a nap.

I nodded my head and sighed. "What did you do to get in here?" he asked looking at me again.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I told my best friend I was thinking about killing him, and I said it loud enough that Mr. craft heard me." I sighed and rubbed my face.

Jace started laughing and shook his head. "Well if I were friends with Simon Lewis I would want to kill him too."

I looked over at him questionable. "You know Simon?"

"Yeah sadly the kid's in my French class, he's a know it all aggravates the shit out of me." He said and smiled at me. "Why?"

"Oh no its just that I didn't think you knew who I was." I said simply trying not to make it anymore awkward.

He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah I knew Simon was your best friend he talks about you all the time. He's in love with you, you know that right?" He said and wiggled his eyebrows at him.

Astonished at his words I immediately denied it. "Oh god no! Simon and I have been best friends since we were in diapers, I would never date him." I said and shook my head at the idea of kissing him.

Jace began to laugh and moved his chair so that he was sitting in front of me. "Declarations of love amuse me especially when unrequited."

"Oh how would you know what love is?" I asked looking at him with all seriousness.

"I wouldn't sadly my Lady of Haven my one true love remains myself." He said and smirked at me.

"At least you don't have to worry about rejection." I answered back at him.

Without missing a beat he smiled and said. "Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally just to keep it interesting."

I looked at him in awe and shook my head in disbelief. "You are something else Jace Wayland."

"What about you dear Clary, have you ever been in love?" He asked leaning a little closer.

"No I focus on more important things in life than boys. Sadly that doesn't stop them from trying to ask me out." I answered and looked away for a moment waiting for him to laugh but he never does. I looked back and saw him starring at my face, he smiled and kept starring.

"I don't think I've ever met a girl in this school that has never said that she's been in love." He said simply.

"Well I try not to be like the girls in this school, I mean have you seen some of them?" I asked and shuddered at the thought of some of the girls I see making out with random guys in the hall way between classes.

He nodded and looked away finally. "My sister is one of those girls, she's always 'in love' it normally last for a week then they break up so on and so forth. After a while I stopped getting involved it's better for everyone that way."

"My brother was married when he was 18 and was divorced one month before he was 19." I said and looked at him. "That's why I focus on school, men won't benefit me at all they'll just stop me from achieving."

"So if you don't plan on marrying young, then what do you plan on doing with your life?" Jace asked.

"I plan on going to art school and opening up a gallery later on. Well that's at least what I hope for." I said thinking about a gallery downtown where everyone would come to see my paintings.

"You're a artist? What do you draw naked men and women?" He said sarcastically

"No I draw whatever I think at the time." I answered. "what about you? What do want to do?"

"I want to open my own bar down town, something small and simple nothing to over the top." He said with a smile, seeing as though he had a plan with his life made me admire him even more.

"That sounds wonderful."

"well it's no art gallery but it's a start." He said

"Everyone has got to start somewhere."

A few minutes went by with complete silence I was starring down at my hands trying not to look at him. He sighed and looked around the room trying to find something to do.

"How long have you been in the school?" He asked finally breaking the silence.

"4 years." I said

"4 years? How have we never talked before?"

"Our paths have never crossed I guess." I answered

"well this is fate then Clary, something exciting is going to happen to us I promise you." He said with a cheesy smile.

"You're quite the optimist aren't you?" I asked smiling at him thinking that he's partially crazy.

"I try to be." He said and then the bell rang indicating that it was 4.

He looked at me and back at the door. "Will you be here tomorrow?"

"I hope not." I said and grabbed my book bag.

"Well I'll see you around then?" He asked as I grabbed the door handle.

"Yeah see you around." I said and opened the door and walked back the elevator of doom.