You guys wanted Jace POV? Well, here you have it. Enjoy! ~Mermaid12108

"Shit, man." I said throwing the ball into the basket. Jonathan Morganstern caught it as it fell and tossed it back to me, sighing over dramatically. "I know. Get laid or go to trig class and stay on the team. How can I choose?"

"Well, if a girl is smart, she'd run in the opposite direction."

He started muttering some shit about how awesome he was, but I wasn't listening. My attention was glued to the bleachers where Clarissa Morganstern sat. Red curls spilled forward as she leaned forward, obscuring her face. Her emerald green eyes were focused on one of those weed things that I wasn't totally convinced weren't flowers. Pink stained her freckled cheeks, and she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. A strand of hair kept escaping from behind her ear, blowing across her cheek. Ignoring the urge to walk over and tuck it back behind her ear, I turned to Jonathan. "Hey, man. Want to get something to eat? I promise I'll tell you you're pretty if we go to Mike's."

"Pfft. I'm gorgeous."

I snorted, shaking my head as I headed towards my bag. "Are you sure you're a dude?"

"I dunno. Maybe you should ask Shelly Pomroy."

"Dude, I don't want to hear about your...adventures."

He shrugged. "Your loss."

I unzipped my bag and put the ball in, zipping it back and throwing over my shoulder. "Hey, can you get Clary and meet me in the car?"

I shrugged. "Sure." If he knew what I thought about his sister, he definitely would not be asking me that. I sat next to Clary, throwing my arm around her shoulders. "That a good book?" I asked, looking down at the book open in her lap. I only caught something about cat pee before she snapped it closed, making me wonder what the hell she read. "Yeah, it's good." She said softly, looking at her lap.

"Must've been. You were staring at it through like half the game." Her eyes widened slightly. Oh, shit. Did I just admit to staring at her like a pedophile? Yup. I did.

Shit.

Before she thought that I was going to start hiding in her bushes or something, I squeezed her shoulders. "Come on. We don't want your brother to worry."

Her eyes darkened, but she was turned before I could understand why. She stuffed the book in her back and flung it over her shoulder. I stood up and stuck my hand out to her. I smiled lazily at her as I pulled her up and we walked towards the opening in the chain-link fence that led into the parking lot. When we got into Jonathan's car, I tried to catch her eyes in the mirror, but she was staring out the window, her chin on her hands. Shrugging my shoulders I turned to the driver. "If you order an onion burger again, you're walking home."

He grinned. "What? Are you going to hotwire my car?"

"Yeah."

He snorted and switched to drive, heading towards one of the best restaurants of ever.

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Mike's Bar & Grill was packed, and for good reason. I groaned as a wad of melty cheese, crispy bacon, and salty fries hit my tongue. Clary shook her head. "No way it can be that good."

I grinned at her. Challenge accepted. I shoved the basket towards her.

"Try one." Rolling her eyes, she picked up a cluster. She popped it in her mouth and I swear her eyes rolled back in her head as she closed them.

"Oh my god."

"See?" I said, sliding the basket over to my side again.

"Clary, you should've known." Jonathan said. Clary arched and eyebrow at him as she listened. "Jace knows food like I know porn."

"Jon!" She shouted, her cute little nose scrunched in mild disgust.

"Yeah, man, that's a little TMI." I said.

He shrugged. "Sharing is caring."

I think he needed to relearn that concept. My eyes slid to his left right. Clary's hair covered half of her face as she looked down. I tapped her perfect little nose. "Regardless of your brother's gross obsession with adult films, I do know good food."

She gave me a tiny smile. "Noted."

Grinning, I sat back in my chair.

I don't think my eyes left her the rest of the night.

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