Angel Academy

JPOV

Great another school, another principal, another disciplinary system, another everything. Every time his mother shipped him off to another boarding school her excuse was always, "You can reinvent yourself there, be a new improved Jace."

The first few times he had tried to change his ways, tried to be different. To be sweet, caring, respectful. To make his mama proud, but somehow he always ended up in the dean's office. He would then have to head back home and see that sad, disappointed look on his mother's face. That look its self hurt him more than his father's slaps or his brother's lectures. After the fourth or fifth school he just stopped trying, just fell into the void and took anything that came at him.

"Mr. Herondale?" a voice broke him out of his reverie. He looked up to see a fairly old man. He must have been about forty or so, his hair slightly greyed, his face weather and wrinkled. He smiled, "I'm Luke Grey." Jace tilted his head, he had heard that name before. Luke smiled, "Yes I'm Mr. Grey the headmaster."

"CLARY!" someone screamed from behind her. She whipped around only to be shoved against a brick wall as her best friends pulled her into a group hug. She laughed, already loving being back with her friends.

"Hey guys," she giggled, hugging them back hard. "It's so good to see you guys again!"

Isabelle smiled, "I have so much to tell you!" she shrieked. Isabelle had been one of her first friends when she joined the school, two years ago after her father died. Izzy was a goddess, tall and thin with long black hair and icy blue eyes. When she had first met her Clary had been intimidated but soon found out that Iz was a sweet, kind hearted girl that like to torture her and keep her as a barbie doll. She was also her best girl friend.

"Hey hey, I also have stuff to tell you guys," Simon piped up, feigning hurt. Simon had been her best friend since kinder garden. He was a tall, lean gaming geek. He had dark brown hair that was never tamed and chocolate brown eyes, He was a constant in her life and always had been. Surprisingly once they joined the Academy he had filled out and tried out for the soccer team and got in. He was a bit of a soccer star at the school, but he was always so modest about it. He was her best guy friend.

"Well there's enough time before dinner to catch up, I just need to get my room assignment," Clary said smiling at her friends. They nodded in agreement and they all went into the school hall to receive there class schedule and room numbers.

"Score!"Clary fist pumped the air and giggled.

"What?" both Iz and Simon asked.

"I got a room all to myself this year," Clary explained clearly noting the jealousy in their eyes.

"God damn you Fray," Simon sighed shaking his head. Clary just giggled and ruffled his hair.

"I'm sure its cause Mr. Grey has the hots for you Mum," Izzy said jokingly. Clary smiled faded slightly, her Mum had started dating Mr. Grey last year and it had been hard enough getting over the fact that she was dating again, but her head master. I mean seriously?

"Oh get over yourselves," she giggled. "Who you with Izzy?"

Izzy looked down again and shrugged, "Maia."

"Oh come on Iz she is awesome, I had art with her last year," Clary said trying to lighten her friends mood.

"Yeah I guess," Iz grumbled, "But at least we are only three rooms apart this time." she excitedly realised. They all laughed.

"What about you Simon?" Isabelle asked.

"Oh, I'm rooming with Chris," he said with a smile. Chris was another soccer star in the school and he and Simon were good friends. Not to mention he was really cute and Clary had the hots for him.

As they walked to the girls dorms, they walked through the great quad separating the two genders. The grass was a lush green and the angel fountain spurted water from its mouth, it was like home Clary thought. As good as home got, because ever since her father died her home back in LA never seemed like home, more like shelter. Back here she felt at home, with her family, friends and love. At this school she was loved, not that her mother didn't love her, but after her father's death she had distanced herself. Throwing herself into painting. Clary understood it was her Mother's way of coping but she couldn't help but felt abandoned. Even surrounded by the two people that loved her the most in the world she felt lonely, like no one could quite understand her no matter how hard she tried to explain herself.

As they walked across the quad they got more than enough 'hello's' and 'hi's' from fellow students. The three of them were very popular, and thy knew it. They were all very modest about it, but with Iz's looks and attitude and Simon's soccer status and gamer name and Clary's kindness and fame as an artist they were well known and liked amongst the Academy. Clary made sure that they didn't fall into the stereotypically popular crowd often seen in movies, no they were all kind and sincere. They didn't judge or bully and they always lended a helping hand. Of course they were also humorous and full of mischief making them leading figures at the Academy.

"Mmm, who is that fine piece if ass?" Iz asked breaking Clary out of her reverie. Clary followed her gaze and saw a new student with Mr. Grey. She could see her was a boy, a well defined by at that. He stood tall and confidently. As they neared Clary saw arrogance and figured that was due to the fact that he was gorgeous. She wasn't going to deny it. He was muscular and tall, his face chiselled and beautiful. He had golden hair that stood out of line and a play boy smirk on his face. He knew he was hot she thought.

"Damn he is cute," she agreed, Isabelle looked at her as if she was stupid. "What?"she said defensively.

Izzy raised her eyebrows,"You do not call that," she gestured at him, "cute. That is hot!"

Clary rolled her eyes and giggled, Simon flung his arm over her shoulders and laughed along with her. As they passed the new boy Iz put on a brilliant smile and called out, "Hi Mr. Grey." Simon snorted at her attempt to get attention and Clary coughed in order to hide her laugh.

Mr. Grey turned and smiled back, "Miss. Lightwood," he said with affection. He turned to Clary and Simon, "Mr. Lewis and Clarissa dear."

Clary groaned inwardly, he always made it so obvious that she was a favourite of his. Sure she loved it but it made it hard to get the credit it for certain things because people assumed she got it simply because her mother dated him.

Of course Mr. Grey had a soft spot for the three of them. "Yo Mr. Grey,"Simon said with a nod.

"Hey Mr. Grey," Clary said politely.

"How was your summer?" he asked the trio. They all nodded and called out 'good'

The new boy had yet to show any interest to them, much is Isabelle's frustration.

"Well then off you go," Mr. Grey said. They all smiled and turned to leave.

"Ah, Clarissa will you stay a moment please." He called out.

Clary sighed and quickly put on a smile as she turned around, "Sure. See you guys later," she said hugging Isabelle and giving Simon a quick hug.

"Thanks you Clarissa," Mr. Grey said. He turned to the new boy, whom she saw was examining his nails. She could sense that cockiness coming off him, he was bad news. "This is Jace Herondale, a new transfer student." he gestured to Jace. Jace looked up and she saw his eyes were a beautiful gold.

She smiled at him and he smirked back, his eyes raking her body. She quickly turned to Mr. Grey.

"This is Clarissa Morgenstern Mr. Herondale. Clarissa I would like you to show him around and make him feel comfortable, you can hand him over to Mr. Lewis when it comes to the boys' area," he said, oblivious to the fact that boys and girls were often in the same dormitory.

"Sure," Clary said politely. Mr. Grey left them and she turned to Jace. He looked at her.

"Hey," he said, his voice a soft velvet that made her shiver. "You cold?" he asked with an amused grin.

She couldn't help blush at his attention to detail, "No I'm good thanks. What year are you in?" she asked.

"Year 11, what about you?"

"Year 10."

"Cool."

Clary spent the next half an hour giving Jace a tour of the school. Noticing how he always looked bored and barely showed any other emotion other than amusement. As they had walked around many girls had looked appraisingly over him and she knew he knew. Finally they came to the boys' dormitory.

"Well here is the boys' dormitory," She said, walking up the stair to the entrance.

"Wait!" he called out grabbing her by the elbow. It sent a jolt of electricity up her arm. She stopped quickly, " You aren't allowed in there," he explained.

Clary began to giggle, "I never thought you would be one for the rules," she said with a smirk.

Jace smirked back, "Well I never thought you were one for breaking them."

"Well this rule in particular is not all that true," she smiled back, " the teachers don't really care if you hang out in the kitchen and lounge, its the rooms they get worried about." she winked.

"Oh, so are you taking me to my room?" he asked looking innocent.

"Yep," she said.

Jace winked, "Well lead the way Clarissa," he said, leaning close to her and whispering in her ear.

She shivered where is breath blew and released a shaky breath, "It's Clary." she said quietly.

Jace looked confused, not the reaction he was expecting she realised. "Don't call me Clarissa, call me Clary."

He nodded as he understood, "Okay."

As they walked into the boys' dormitory Jace couldn't help but smile at Clary. With her wild curls of red and vivid green eyes she was beautiful, but stupefying. She was popular in the school ad favoured by the headmaster, yet she wasn't controlling or rude. It looked like people genuinely liked her. He could see why.

The boys' dorm was huge, it took up one whole length of the quad, opposite the girls' dorm. It was very tastefully designed. It had a modern look to it, with a small foyer as they entered which lead to a huge room where there were many boys and girls were seated on couches, love seats and arm chairs. There was a number tv's across the room and the room was loud with chatter.

As the walked through through many boys' shouted hello to Clary. A few of them getting up to hug her. She changed when she was around them, she wasn't shy or meek like around him. She was strong and sassy. She also looked a lot more comfortable.

"I've missed you too," she said to yet another boy, "Oh and this is Jace." Jace looked at the boy that had his arm around Clary's waist. He was tall with very dark hair and pale skin, he was strong and taller than Clary, but then again Clary was small and petite, barley 5 and a half feet. "Jace, this is Sebastian, captain of the soccer team." That got his attention and Sebastian seemed to notice.

"You play?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah." Jace nodded. Sebastian eyed him.

"Trails are tomorrow at 3."

Jace nodded. Sebastian bent down and whispered something in Clary's ear. She smiled and winked at him and said, "I'll see."

Sebastian just laughed and pulled her tighter to him, "please?" he said, trying to look cute. Clary giggled.

"Ahem..." Jace cleared his throat, "Could you two shamelessly flirt later, I'd like to get to my room."

Clary blushed bright red and Sebastian just glared at him.

"I'd better got, see you at dinner Sebby," Clary said quickly. Sebastian gave her a hug and a quick peck on the cheek to which she blushed at and left.

As they walked down the hall and out of the crowed lounge Clary turned to him, anger clear on her face, "Did you have to be that rude Jace?" she asked.

He just smirked, "That's how they like me, rude and raw" he said with a wink.

Clary threw her hands up in the air and sighed, "Urgh! Can't you take anything seriously?" She stomped forward before stopping and sighing again, "What room number are you and whom are you rooming with?"

Jace smirked, amused that he had gotten to her so quickly, though he couldn't help but notice that around him she was quieter and much more smaller (metaphorically). With all those other people she was outgoing and sparky, a socialite. Maybe he scared her, or she didn't know him well enough, but he wanted to know that sassy Clary. He hesitated, why? Why did he want to know her?

"Jace!" she called, clearly impatient.

He smirked, "Coming dear."

I was rooming with a guy called Alec, apparently a girl called Isabelle was his cousin and Isabelle was one of Clary's friends. When I saw Alec, a tall boy with dark hair and piercing blue eyes he reminded me of the girl Mr. Grey called Miss. Lightwood, that had to be his cousin.

"Okay so you know how to get to your room right?" Clary asked, sounding like a mother hen.

"Yes Mother," Jace muttered, he looked at Alec behind Clary's back but before he could so much as sigh she said, "Alec don't you dare agree you him." She had a light voice but with a hint of menace, or was that pride? He saw Alec chuckle and shake his head.

"Okay dinner is at 6, so like half an hour. Do. Not. Be. Late." she said, a threat spelt in her words, "Alec will remind you and if your confused about anything don't hesitate to ask -"

He interrupted her quickly, "Don't worry baby I'll ask you." He added a wink.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, "I was going to say ask Alec. I would prefer if you didn't ask me," she added under her breath.

Jace tsked, "That's no way to treat a new student, really now Clary."

She just rolled her eyes, "real mature Jace I mea-" but before she could finish her threat another voice called out.

"Clare? Is that you?" a male voice called which caused Clary to freeze and capture her bottom lip in her teeth.

"Ben? Is that you?" Her eyes wide as a tall tanned boy walked into his vision. He looked like a younger Taylor Lautner, he dark eyes and perfect face. It was obvious he was buff and there was a smile playing at his lips. He had short cropped her that stood out in a messy way, his hair was as dark as his eyes. In fact he looked like Sebastian. Just not too pale.

A cry came from Clary's mouth and she flung herself onto the 'Ben'.

"Omg! Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I missed you so much! - Wait why are you back? Didn't you like playing at Canada? They didn't kick you out did they? I mean your the best soccer player your age what were they thinking!" She said in a rush.

Ben laughed, "No Clary they didn't kick me out, I just got sick of it and needed my friends again..." he winked at her. She giggled and looked down. He grabbed her hand and pulled him into her chest, "I missed you Clare," he whispered into her hair. For some reason this guy was just pissing me off, I mean I'm right here and he's basically trying to pick up Clary.

She squeezed him tighter and the pulled back, I didn't notice my hands were in fists until I felt the pain my nails were causing. I cleared my throat. Clary looked at me as If she just realised I was there. She stepped back and ran her hand through her hair.

"Uhm,, Ben this is Jace. A new student. He's room is next to yours..." she seemed to falter, what else was she supposed to say. "Oh and he plays soccer." she added.

Ben nodded and then looked at me, "Nice to meet you man, I'm Ben Chastler."

I nodded having heard that name before, "Jace Herondale."

"So you play?" he asked.

"Yep,"Jace said, popping the 'p'.

"Ben was at a soccer school thingy for 6 months in Canada," Clary said, trying to break any tension.

"Really?" Jace asked, not really interested.

"Yeah, you know Footie Fame."

Jace's eyes widened in surprise, "Wow, that's big stuff man."

Ben nodded, looking uncomfortable with the attention. They all lapsed into a kind of awkward silence. Jace didn't really like this guy, he seemed almost too good to be true, but then again if he got into Footie Fame, a world renowned football school he must have some mad skills.

"Well," Clary said trying t break the silence, "I'm going to head off. Hope you get settled nicely Jace," she glanced at him and smiled at him. She then looked at Ben and her smiled got wider, " So good to see you again. I'll see you at dinner right?" she asked him.

He smiled back at her, "Of course Clare," Ben then leant forward and pecked her on the lips. She blushed furiously and glanced at Jace to see his reaction. He pretended he didn't give a damn, and he didn't he told himself. With that she bit her bottom lip again and waltzed out.

The dinner hall was so noisy and everyone seemed to want to talk to her. Isabelle was trying to tell her about one of her many holiday flings, personally Clary felt for the poor guy that Iz had decided to string along. Simon was trying to ask her something and she just kept mumbling something incoherent.. Every one else was shouting and screaming and the buzz got a bit to much for her. She quickly moved past Iz who stopped in mid sentence hurt by Clary's absence and Simon looked worried. But right now she just needed to get away and think for a little. From the moment she had seem Ben again she had been bombarded with feelings she though were gone. Then he had gone ahead and kissed her and she just felt too confused to function.

Once Clary had pushed past the throng of people she was met with a soothing silence. She took a deep breath and slowly released it. She walked down the quad and to the lake opposite the dinning hall at the end of the quad. She came to her favourite bench, the one where she would come to think and draw. It was special to her because on her first day here she had almost started crying when her parents left and her Dad had taken her here and calmed her down. It was the last time she had seen him, breathing on his own.

"This is my bench," a voice said, starting her.

She jumped up and turned around, standing just behind her, with a very amused smirk on his face was, Jace.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, suddenly very pissed. He nodded, obviously very entertained by her anger, "Well I claimed it long before you." her voice came out full of anger and venom.

His eyes widened and he held his hands up in surrender, "Hey I'm willing to share."

She looked back at the water and took a deep breath, "Sorry," she whispered.

She felt a movement next to her and saw that Jace had sat down. They sat in silence for a while, it was comfortable, none of them needing words. Jace took a loud breath in.

Clary realised, that she was missing dinner and Iz and Simon would be worried. She got up quickly and turned to Jace, his face blank and his stare over the water, he looked... lonely.

She bit her lip, feeling bad for snapping at him earlier,"I guess can share too."