A/N: Well, here's a new one! Let's just say, this is my holiday present to you all!

Hope you guys like it!

Chapter 1: The First Shot

The boys had eaten everything in the fridge, down to the last squirt of mustard. Clary sighed frustratedly and slammed the fridge door shut. Her stomach ached with hunger after hours of binge painting. Damn Jonathan and his band of obnoxious friends. She stormed out of the kitchen and planted herself next to the staircase. "Jonathan!" she yelled. "Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern!"

Clary's brother poked his head out from around the corner. His face held slight annoyance from being summoned by his little sister. "What?"

Clary held up the empty container she'd swiped from the fridge, glaring at him. "You idiots ate all the food."A/N:

Jonathan shrugged. "So? It was up for grabs. It wasn't yours, or anything."

Clary jabbed a finger at the lid. "It had my goddamn name on it, dipshit. Next time, if you want a burrito, buy it yourself."

He rolled his eyes. "I didn't eat it. I don't know who did."

"That would be me." Clary jumped at the sudden voice behind her. She whirled around to met the teasing golden eyes of her brother's best friend, Jace Wayland. He ran a hand through his blond waves, pushing them back from his forehead. He grinned, holding up the last bit of mutilated burrito. "Looking for this?"

Clary snatched it away and stuffed it in her mouth. "Jerk," she muttered.

Jace leaned against the railing nonchalantly, casting his eyes towards her. "I think 'thank you' are the words you were looking for, Carrot."

Clary poked him in the chest. Hard. "I've told you not to call me that."

"Yes," Jace said. He ruffled her red waves. "And I've told you that I don't care." He raised a brow. "I know I'm attractive, but can you please stop staring? It's making your brother murderous." With that, he loped up the stairs, yelling, "Later, Carrot!" over his shoulder.

"You've got the looks of a garbage can!" Clary called back. The only response she got was Jace's musical laughter. Clary muttered profanities under her breath and walked away. Jace certainly did not have the looks of a garbage can. Unfortunately, she knew it, and he definitely knew it. Jace's features were angelic, to say the least. They would put Adonis to shame. His golden hair fell in wave-curves to the base of his head and over his forehead perfectly without him even trying. His eyes were the most unusual shade of gold, and his body was tall, tan, and muscular while being lean. He was the perfect male specimen. That is, until he opened his mouth.

In truth, Jace a Wayland was the most conceited dickhead in the entire world. Unfortunately, the girls in their school didn't know that. They often fantasized about talking to him. He had a new girl every couple days. Even though he'd sleep with them then leave, they'd still crawl back to him. Jace called them "hot". Clary called them "brainless bimbos", or "BBs".

Clary went back into the kitchen and tossed the container into the ever-growing pile of dishes in the sink, knowing Jonathan's OCD would force him to clean it all up. She sighed and grabbed a green apple, ignoring the fact that she hated the things with a burning passion. Food was food, she decided.

"Clary!" Isabelle Lightwood's voice rang out around the house. Clary cringed at the sharpness of her tone. "Kitchen!" Clary hollered.

Clary's best friend sauntered into the kitchen. Her long, pin straight black hair was twisted into a rope braid, casually tossed over her shoulder. Her insanely tight blood-red top clung to her curves, making Clary once again instantly jealous of her body. Isabelle plopped herself down on the kitchen stool. "You should really lock your door," Isabelle said. "It's unsafe."

"And you should really take off your shoes before entering a house. It's unsanitary," Clary retorted, gesturing to her stilettos.

Isabelle grinned. "They're pretty, so it's okay." She leaned her chin against her braced palms. "I want food."

"The boys ate all of it." Clary glowered. "I'm going to kill them one day."

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "You really are not devious." Her smile glinted like diamonds. "But I am."

Clary grinned. This was going to be interesting.

"That'll be $26.98," the pizza man said. Clary handed him two twenties, balancing the hot box in her hands. She managed to shut the door awkwardly with her heel. She glared at her friend, who was busy playing a game on her phone. "Thanks for your help," she said.

Isabelle waved her away. "This was my idea." She casted her eyes up towards the thumping of what was teenage boys running downstairs. "They took the bait."

Clary quickly moved around, pulling plates out of the cupboard. She tugged a slice out and took a bite. The next step: waiting...

"I smell pizza!" Jon declared as he strode into the kitchen. Jordan Kyle, Alec a Lightwood, and Sebastian Verlac followed him, acting as though they were entranced by the scent. Only Jace leaned against the doorjam, looking amused. His gold eyes glinted. Clary's eyes narrowed at him.

Clary focused her attention back to her brother. "Help yourself," she said, pushing the box towards him.

"Sweet!" Jon ruffled her hair and greedily took three slices. Once again, Clary looked up to Jace. He caught her gaze and mouthed, "I know what you're doing."

Clary glared at him. Jonathan took a bite. And chewed. And chewed. Clary held back a snort when his eyes grew wide. His face turned fire engine red. Clary couldn't help herself. She burst out laughing. "What the hell?" Jon choked out.

"Whoops," Isabelle said from behind Clary. "Did we accidentally order the 'Red Dragon Pizza'?"

Clary slapped her hand. "It worked!"

Jon ran to the fridge, pulled out the milk carton, and downed it all. His obsidian eyes held pure loathing. He gasped loudly as he finished. "That wasn't funny, Clary." He whirled on Jace. "Why the hell are you looking so smug?"

Jace shrugged. "I can't believe you missed the peppers, dude."

"Oh, shut up." Jon glared at his sister. "I swear, you'll pay."

Clary took a bite of her pizza. There was an unmistakable spark in her eye, a show of triumph. "Yeah, well, next time," she said, "don't eat my food."

Jon stormed out of the room. Jace was looking at her, again, with a bemused expression on his face. Clary sat down and cocked her head. "You know what you did, right?" Jace asked.

Clary held his gaze, her confusion mingling in the space in between them. "No, I don't."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He popped open the soda that was next to him and took a long swig. "Oh, Carrot," he said, grinning. "You fired the first shot. You started a war."

A/N: Let me know what you think!