Jace sighed.

He really hadn't wanted to do that today. He'd taken care of his father's 'business' three times in one week. Jace supposed he was trying to integrate him in his job already. Jace didn't really mind. After the first few, it didn't seem real anymore. It didn't feel real, didn't seem like it was real people they were dealing with.

But he hadn't wanted to do it at right this moment, because he, Alec and Isabelle had all agreed to meet at pandemonium that day.

Isabelle and Alec were his closest friends. They had a vague idea of what Jace did, but of course, he hadn't let them know the details.

But now, he had to go home, have a shower and change as, to be honest, he didn't really feel like going to Pandemonium covered in blood. Not that the girl's wouldn't pounce on him anyway.

When he stepped out of the shower in his small apartment, he put on his white shirt and black jeans. Then, he put on what Isabelle called 'the lady-killer' which was really, just a leather motorcycle jacket. But, he admitted with a smile, it did seem to bring in more women.

He stepped out, locked the door and went down the steps.

Outside, he hopped onto his badass motorbike and zoomed up to pandemonium.

There, at the door, were Isabelle and Alec. Isabelle looking at her phone with a smirk and Alec looking around nervously, as always. He smiled at his friend's antics and stepped up to them.

"We ready to go?" He asked them when he got to them.

"Oh god!" said Isabelle "The lady killer? You're so selfish!" As Jace raised an eyebrow, she made an exasperated noise and continued "Poor Alec. You're not going to leave him any girls with that on!"

Jace chuckled and Alec blushed, looking away, almost looking... ashamed?

"Whatever, Iz. Let's go in."

The owners knew who Jace was and always let him jump the queue.

But, before he got to the bouncer, a small figure stepped in front of him.

It was the back of a person. A very small person, wearing a green hoodie and dark, tight jeans. The hood was pulled up, but he could see some red poking out. He wandered if it was natural.

They leaned forward and Jace noticed it was a girl. Not a woman, surely, but a girl.

She leaned forward and whispered something to the bouncer. His face immediately paled and he let her pass.

Who was she? Jace had only seen a slip of her hair and a little, button nose. No actual eyes or lips.

How did she manage to get in?

What was such a young girl doing at a place like this?

"Uh, Jace." Said Isabelle, clearly annoyed. "Stop day-dreaming and get us in!"

"What? Oh, yeah sure." Jace quickly recovered.

He went up to the bouncer and smirked. "Hey Jordan!" he said. Jordan, the bouncer, looked confused, but then his face lit up with recognition. "Long time no see" he said and let Jace and his friends through.

Izzy went straight to some guy, but Jace scanned the scene.

There were the usual girls, like Kaelie and Aline. but then, he saw a flash of red. He went onto the dance floor, looking over everyone's head for that girl he just needed to see. He couldn't explain why. He just had some sort of pull to her, like a magnet.

"Hey gorgeous." He heard a voice at his side. He looked down slightly, and saw Kaelie, with her nails as red as her lipstick and bleached blonde hair with dark roots he wasn't sure if she knew he could see.

"Hey Kay." He muttered. Cursing himself for letting the sight of his redhead go.

Suddenly, he saw her at the exit. Why would she be leaving already? He broke free of Kaelie's grasp, making her stumble.

He rushed to the exit, the big double doors being shut in his face. He quickly pushed them open and saw her.

She was standing under the rooftop and Jace noticed that it was poring down with rain.

How come he hadn't noticed the dark clouds over his head before?

He approached the figure that still wasn't facing him and whispered, " How 'bout we get out to my place, Were it's much... hotter?" She jumped and turned around looking alarmed.

She had green eyes, he noticed. Well, at least one of them was. The other, entire half of her face was covered by her red hair.

She had freckles and small, but pouty lips.

He suddenly had the urge to take that hair of her face, so that he could see more than just half.

She quickly recovered from her surprise and with a glare, said "Does that work with all your women?"

Jace's smile wavered, but it didn't fade. "Oh, it just gets them into my bed. Why, do you wanna come too?" Her glare intensified and Jace was kinda scared and... a little turned on.

"Try again, asshole" she said and turned to leave, then suddenly seemed to remember it was raining like hell. He heard her mutter a curse and grinned.

"Well, I would leave, but I have to wait for the rain to stop." She said and looked at him menacingly. "How is it raining, my fault?" Jace said with bewilderment.

"I have a theory most of the things that happen are your fault" She said. "What, like your blush?" He retorted. She hadn't actually been blushing, but now she was, her cheeks heating up like fire. Jace chuckled and the girl looked furious.

"Wait a sec." Jace said and reached into his pockets. She raised her eyebrows at him.

Then, Jace took out something and handed it to her. She opened it up, and realized it was a black umbrella. Her lips parted in surprise.

She was so... beauif- No Jace, don't go there. He saw her take something out of her hoodie pocket and did something with it, real fast. Then, she smiled a weak smile

"Thank you." She said, and he could tell she was being honest.

He couldn't contain himself. His hand went to part her hair, that was still covering her god-damn face!

Unfortunately, she saw the hand and hit it, knocking it out of the way. Her stare was back again, with more fury than he'd ever seen her hold. True, he had only known her for a few minutes.

"Don't you ever, ever, touch my hair" she seethed with the ferocity of a lion. "Why?" Jace asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

She gave a small smile, which looked both malicious and well... just plain sexy. She stepped closer to him, where she had to look up, to look him in the eye. "Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to" She said and pressed her right hand to his chest with just a slight amount of pressure and then slid it all the way back down to her side.

She raised the umbrella over her head, and turned around.

She walked into the rain, the suddenly turned around and said to Jace with a sly smile, "Look in your pocket." Without moving his eyes from her face, his hand slid into his pocket, where there was a little slip of paper. "What?" he mumbled under his breath.

She grinned, "Bye pretty boy!" she said and left, disappearing into the storm.

He stood, staring transfixed until he remember the paper. He took it out of his pocket and saw, to his surprise, in cursive handwriting:

Clary

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