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JACE

The engine roared as he put himself into 1st gear. Pressing his foot down on the accelerator he eagerly waited for the race to start. He stared out of the window watching the flag girl. She waved her flags in an elegance that Jace had never seen before. It was his first time driving in the New York races and this girl gave him an electronic spark. She had long flowing red hair and sparkling emerald eyes. In Jace's eyes she was the most beautiful human he had ever laid eyes on.

The red head waved her flags down to indicate the start of the race and he was off. Pressing his foot down on the clutch he swerved around the first corner. With the engine roaring and the wheels screeching he looked around to see his place in the race. He was first. Before the race he had prepped himself by drawing a rune that made him faster and smoother to make himself race better. He knew it was sort of cheating but who knew about the world of Shadowhunters? Not many people, that's for sure. He knew he was good enough without the runes, but it had been raining and the track was still wet. He didn't want to take any chances.

Before Jace knew it, he was speeding up to the finish line with a clear win. Speeding past the cheering crowds, he swerved to a halt and let out a deep breath. Competing in these type of races was dangerous even for a guy like him, anything could go wrong. Stepping out of his car he sat himself on his bonnet catching eyes with the red headed girl. She approached him with an ecstatic grin placed on her face.

"Well done. I don't think I've seen anything that impressive in a very long time." The girl places herself next to Jace and took his hand guiding him over to the other racers. "What's your name?"

Jace looked into her eyes and smirked. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours".

"Clary." She took his hand and waved it in the air. The crowd around them screamed. Jace couldn't help but grin.

"Just Clary?"

Clary turned to him and bit her lip as their eyes met. "Just Clary, for now anyway".

Staring down at the girl in front of him, Jace tried to work her out. What is that supposed to mean? He thought to himself. She smiled eagerly and turned away walking to another guy. Watching after her as she strode he got back into his car.

CLARY

"What were you two talking about?" Asked Simon. Simon came along to all of the Drag races that Clary Manned. Even though it wasn't his scene, he would do anything for Clary.

She blew out and exasperated breath. "I congratulated him. That's all". She looked down at her feet. "Hey, when was the last time you saw someone drive like he did? I mean I know you don't take much notice but surely you saw how fast he was going? That wasn't like the rest of these guys was it?"

He laughed. "No, I did notice. Something didn't seem right to me about him".

Bringing her arm up to her head she gestured the face palm while murmuring "You don't like any guy I talk to". Clary gave him a cheeky smile.

"Ha Ha, funny. Come on, let's get out of here"

Clary didn't live too far away from where the race track was so it was a short walk home. She couldn't seem to shake her mind off of the winning boy.

"HEY, WATCH IT".

"Sorry si." She giggled. It had been raining earlier on in the day so there were puddles all down the street they were on. She had kicked water on the back of Simon's legs hoping that he didn't notice.

As they were turning the corner to get on to Clary's street, she heard faint music in the distance. She looked up ahead and saw two bright lights speeding towards her and Simon.

"It's probably one of the idiot's from the race. Come on let's hurry up and get back to yours."

Before they knew it the boy racer had purposely drove through a puddle to soak them. Great. The car swerved to a stop behind them as a golden boy emerged from the car. She wasn't sure whether the water was distorting her vision or she was going mad. It was the boy who won the race.

"Clary? Yes, Clary, right. I am extremely sorry to you and your… boyfriend. I didn't see you."

"NOT my boyfriend".

"Yeah damn right you're sorry!" Simon huffed. "Of course you saw us, you just wanted the satisfaction of seeing a girl wet".

It was only till Jace looked down at her she realised she was wearing a white dress. "SIMON, GIVE ME YOUR JACKET".

"You can have mine if you'd like" Jace chimed in.

"NO".

Simon took off his jacket and handed it to her. Even though it was soaking wet through, it still held the warmth from Simon's body. She cradled her arms around herself and looked directly into Jace's eyes.

"Who even are you? You show up out of nowhere and win the race by a mile, and it just so happens that you come down the very quiet street that I live on and splash me?" She narrowed her eyes and looked between Jace and his car. "Are you a stalker? Is this what this is?"

He chuckled and smirked down at Clary. "I'm not a stalker, but I can be if that's what you're into".

"Okay that's enough 'JACE'. C'mon Clary lets go home"

"Bye Clary". She twirled around to see him staring back at her with a conceited smile written across his face.

As they got inside her house Simon sneered. "I cannot believe that. 'I didn't see you'" Simon mocked.

"He might have genuinely not seen us, you know?" Clary pulled off her shoes and threw Simons jacket into the laundry basket.

Collapsing down on to the couch Simon replied. "Yeah well he sure saw you when you were wet, didn't he. You know, I told you there wasn't something right about him". He sighed. Clary just giggled, trailing off with a bashful grin placed on her face.

"Clarissa? Simon? Is that you?"

"Ugh, Jocelyn it is sooo good to see you." Simon Jumped up to Clary's mother and wrapped his arms around her. Clary wringed out her hair and glanced over to her mother who was now damp from Simon and laughed.

"Are you two wet? Is it raining again?"

"No mother, it's not". Clary paced over to Simone and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. She stared back at her and smiled as they disappeared into her bedroom.

She let go of Simon and took off her dress. "That was a little frisky Clary".

"I'm tired and I now need a shower, I can be as frisky as I like".

Simon took off his shirt and threw it onto the pile of clothes that clary had just taken off.

"I'm going to sleep then".

"You can sleep on the floor, Simon". Jocelyn shouted through the door. Clary stared at the boy standing in front of her and giggled.

She opened her bathroom door and tuned on the shower. The steam had started to condense the mirror as she was looking at herself. She wiped it away and sighed. She wasn't the type of girl to look in the mirror and like what she saw. Many guys liked her and complimented her but that still didn't seem to make an effect on her self-esteem. She unclipped her bra and got unchanged from the rest of the clothes she was wearing and jumped in the shower.

The shower was Clary's happy place. Quiet, warm and comfortable. Even now when she was relaxed and her mind free of troubles her mind wondered to the boy she met today. She'd only had two run-ins with him in the space of an hour but still. He'd had a weird effect on her. Something that not many guys can have on Clary. "AAAAH SHHHII-".

"Shampoo in your eye?" Simon laughed through the door.

"Of course" She washed her face and any bubbles off carefully.

She heard a knock on the door and sighed. "No Simon, I do not need any help washing myself. Go to sleep." She could hear his laugh echo through the door. This was a continuous routine for when Clary showered.

After spending at least an hour in the shower, Clary was finally done. She dried herself off and put on her comfy pyjamas and headed back into her bedroom. Simon was fast asleep on the D.I.Y floor bed he had made and she snuck into bed. As she closed her eyes her mind drifted back to Jace, again. I hope I see him again…

Thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed!

Tasha x