The Bet (under revision)

And Now It All Begins

All it took was one look from Jace and I'd go crazy, before I could embarrass myself I turned to look away, trying to avoid Jace's heavy gaze on me. I spotted a guitar leaning against the wall. I walked towards it feeling Jace's eyes on me the whole time. "Who's guitar is this?" I asked playing a few strings.

"Mine," Jace said, walking towards me with a weird look on his face.

I handed him his guitar hastily. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch your stuff."

"It's cool, Red. Don't freak out, it's just a guitar." He said smiling, a smile that showed an endearingly chipped tooth. He looked happier here. He seemed free to be himself.

"Ok. So you play guitar, I suppose right?" I asked in a sing song voice.

"You suppose right," he said with a chuckle. "I play piano too," he said with a tinge of superiority to his voice now.

"Do you sing?" I asked curiously. Jace with his rock star good looks, could certainly be mistaken for new Justin Bieber. The idea of Jace with Bieber hair made me stifle a laugh.

His usual Jace smile, turned into a mischievous one. "A little bit. I'm not very good at it though." He said surprising. I thought Jace was good at everything. Maybe he's not as bad as I thought. He actually seems like a pretty decent guy, sort of sweet. Well when he wants to be.

"Clary? Red? Hello!" Jace was calling out at me waving his hand in my face. A playful annoyed expression on his beautiful face.

"What?" I asked unkindly.

"You were drooling," he said with a smirk.

"Was not!" I said, but wiped my hand across my lip anyway, to find, NO drool.

"Don't worry you're not the first person who I've caught drooling over all of this sexiness. I know it's a lot to take in. But I think this is turning into a sick obsession. And it's becoming embarrassing." He said in a mimicking voice. His golden eyes glittering with amusement.

"How do we always end up talking about how sexy you are?" I asked, annoyed.

"Because I'm awesome, and everybody loves talking about awesome things." He said in a voice that made it seem like he was talking to a child.

"Actually you're just an asshat."

"Ok, let's make a compromise? I'm the awesomest asshat on the planet. Agreed?"

"Fine, as long as it says you're an asshat," I say grinning.

Jace picked up his guitar from where he left it, and played a few random chords. "You know to play?" He asked looking up at me from his guitar.

"Nope. I don't play anything," I say sheepishly.

He smirked at my response, with that annoying superiority again. "Do you want me to teach you?" he asked, grinning. I stared at him and looked for any trace of humor in his face but found none. He was actually asking me sincerely.

"Uh, yeah sure." I said, nervous that I might end up breaking the guitar or mortifyingly worse breaking myself. And trust me there was a big chance of both happening.

"Ok, then let's get started," he walked over to me and handed the guitar over to me. I held it carefully making sure I didn't slip out of my already sweaty hands.

Jace moved behind me, his arms around encircled me, pressing my back against his chest his head resting right above my shoulder. His hands gently laid over mine taking hold of the guitar. I pulled away, pulling out of his embrace. I turned to see his puzzled expression. "No," I said firmly. I smiled at his confused expression and continued, "No as in I want to hear you play, before you even start teaching me stuff. Just to make sure you know? Cause, you might honestly suck." He smiled at what I said and his face went back to being serious.