Hello everybody!

This is my third story and it's based on the serie Pretty Little Liars. Which is about 4 girls who lost their friend, to 'death' and get anonymous, threatening messages from a person called -A. It's really great so if you're interested go watch it!

No on with my first chapter...

Chapter 1.

Clary POV

My name is Clary Fray and I'm twenty years old. I've lived in LA since I was three years old. I was born in Alicante but my mom decided that it would be better to move to LA and work at the Institute. I have a great time here and a lot of friends.

My boyfriend lives here too and I love him very much. His name is Sebastian Verlac and he is very handsome. He's kind and attractive but sometimes he can be really mad. He punches me when I do something stupid or something wrong. I don't blame him. I am 100% clumsy and drop things real quickly. One time, I accidentally dropped a vase in his room wich costed 100.000$. Oops! But despite all the bad things I love him very much and I was planning on spending my life with him.

But not everything in my life was great. My best friend Aline Penhallow died last year. No one knew why. She just disappeared and never came back. A few days after her being missed, I found her body in a ditch. I hadn't really looked at her face, but her black, straight locks were enough to tell me it was Aline. I had only known her for two years because she used to live in New York.

The days after her death I didn't came out of my room. I was devastated. She was my rock and she was the one I talked to when Seb had punched me a little to hard. I loved her so much and her death was a tragedy. For everyone. She also had a boyfriend who's name was Jake? Or something in that direction? I don't know, she never really talked about him. The only thing she said was that he lived in New York. A far and away, but they were doing good.

I was never planning on leaving Sebastian behind. He was my first love. I wanted to spend the rest of my life together with him. But my wishes were denied. I'm moving to New York and live in the New York Institute! Uuuggh! It sucks. I have to leave everyone behind, including Sebastian. I hate it! But I'm not breaking up with him. I talked to him last night and we were going to try a long distance relationship. It had to work. We loved each other. We did right?

And that brings me here. In front of the New York Institute with only two bags of clothes. I wasn't really a girl girl. I didn't use make-up and I didn't dress to impress. I just liked to be myself.

"Hello? Is somebody there?" My mom, Jocelyn Fray, asked when we walked into the Institute.

"Hello?" I yelled too. A little to hard I guess, since my mom covered her ears. I was about to say something when I saw someone walking towards us. No, I was wrong. It were more people.

At the front there was a tall, beautiful girl who had the same, straight hair as Aline's. Only hers seemed fake. She was holding the hand of a little boy with round glasses and chestnut brown hair. He was cute.

I heard the clicking of high heels which belonged to a woman who looked like the girl in the front. She had the same hair and the same powerful look on her face. And then there was Magnus Bane. The high warlock of Brooklyn. Everyone knew him in LA. He was like the Elvis Presley from the Shadowworld. Except the fact that Magnus didn't sing, but his looks were almost the same. All glittery and polished. He was holding hands with a tall boy, I guess he's the tall girl's brother, who shared the same looks as the gorgeous girl with the black hair.

And then there was in the back, the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had blond hair, almost golden and matching, magical eyes. His jaw was sharp and he had a smirk plastered on his gorgeous face. The only imperfection I could see was the chip in his left incisor. But I thought that it was good. If the whole picture is perfect, doesn't it mean that the details should be perfect too. She led her gaze slide over his body and because of his tight shirt she could clearly see that he had abs! That's always a plus.

Damnit Clary! She punched herself in the face in her thoughts. You can't think someone other then Sebastian is attractive. He told you many times before he punched you. It was definitely going to be torture living with this magical creature.

I didn't even realize that I was staring, until it was too late. Me and the golden god accidentally met gazes and I looked away fast. I felt that my cheeks were red and I couldn't embarrass myrself. Not yet.

"Hi, I'm Jocelyn Fray and this is my daughter Clary Fray. Are we interrupting something?" My mom asked the older version of the tall girl, in the front.

"No, of course not. Welcome to our Institute. I am Maryse Lightwood. And these are my children." Maryse pointed to the stunning girl, the tall boy, the younger one and the golden god. Stop calling him golden god Clary! I cursed myself.

"Hey, I'm Isabelle Lightwood and I am the sister of," She pointed to the tall boy next to her, "Alec," She placed her hands on the shoulders from the little boy, "Max and," She ruffled the hair of the golden god, "Jace."

Jace. That name seems familiar. Where did I know it from? I didn't really had the time to think about it since Jace came up to me. He towered over me and I seriously had to look up to face him. He arched his back a little and hugged me? It did felt good though. The feeling of his strong arms were really protecting.

"I'm sorry. I must seem crazy." He looked away blushing. I chuckled a little.

"Nah, I'm kinda used to people hugging me accidentally. Sometimes I'm just taking a walk and a grown up man hugs me out of nowhere." I saw Jace tense a little. "When they let go it's always the same thing they say; 'Sorry, I thought you were my child." I pretended to be a grown up man and lowered my voice. Everyone laughed, including Jace.

"Well, this may going to seem weird. And don't think I'm a stalker because I'm not. I know you." I was a little confused. Haven't we just met? From the look on his face he seemed to have notice my confusion. "My ex-girlfriend, Aline Penhallow, showed me a lot of pictures of her beautiful best friend. And I can't say she wasn't right about that." When I heard the name of my best friend, tears started forming in my eyes. Jace seemed to notice, again, and hugged me, again.

"I'm sorry." I said when he let go. "It's just that I'm not over her yet. She was my best friend and her death was devastating." He nodded and hugged me one more time before facing the others. They all looked very emotional. Isabelle was about to say something when I got a text.

From Unknown:

To: Clary Fray

Hey girl, I see you've met my boyfriend. Not really nice of him, hugging my best friend the same way he hugged me. I guess it wasn't a mistake: returning from the death.

Kisses from your bestie: -A.

When I was done reading the message, I felt my knees buckling. I fell to the ground but was held up by two very strong arms. I looked up and met the eyes of my besties ex. Damnit.