Whoever invented the alarm cloak better be burning in hell, Jace angrily thought as he slammed his hand down on the blaring little instrument.
After weeks of lazy summer days, Jace was most definitely not going to get used to an alarm snapping him out of his dreams.
6:30AM. Half an hour to exercise. Half an hour to take a shower, perfect his hairstyle and gather stuff for school. Then finally get something to eat and get to school without getting detention on the first day...
He could have gotten another half hour of sleep if it wasn't vital for him to be at the top of his physical fitness. He was captain of the football team and the vice captain was pretty determined to take his title.
Jonathan Morgenstern was one of Jace's friends up until a year ago when Jace had been named captain. To say he had a tantrum would be an understatement.
Jonathan had gone out of his way to ruin Jace's reputation. Whether by taking pictures of Jace hooking up with girls and then showing those pictures to girls Jace planned to hook up with, keying Jace's car, breaking into Jace's locker and ruining half its contents or just badmouthing Jace in public.
It was a wonder they could work at all on the field. It was like when the whistle blew, Jonathan switched personalities. Of course the whistle blew again and Jonathan the prick was back.
Jace finished showering and was running a fluffy white towel through his golden locks. His hair was damp, but it would be dry by the time he arrived at school.
Jace had his mothers hair but the rest of his features belonged to his father…aside from his eyes.
He had strange golden eyes with specks of green that could only be seen when looked closely.
He didn't know where his eyes were inherited from, but they made him all the more golden. Jace sometimes compared himself to a surfer. He was tall, muscular, blonde and tanned. He was always tanned. Even during the winter!
Jace pulled on a white v-neck that hugged his body, revealing his abs, grey jeans and black and white converse. He stuffed some copies and pens into his bag, glad his mother had bought him supplies because he wouldn't have…
Jace had half an hour to eat breakfast and make it to school. He would drive, but his father took away his car as punishment for getting drunk at a party. It was more so his mother that was punishing him rather than his dad. His dad was still a teenager at heart.
Jace made it to the kitchen and began pouring himself a bowl of his favourite cereal, cinnamon squares! His mother always made sure to have it in stock.
He repeated a mantra of the days agenda.
Walk to school, get timetable, meet Kaelie, don't get detention, don't punch Morgenstern,walk to school-
"Morning son." Jace was startled out of his silent mantra by his father's voice.
He turned to see his dad sitting at the table, in his suit and eating what looked like a bowl of goo.
Steven Herondale was a detective for the NYPD. He was one of the youngest to have the rank, and he flaunted it with pride.
Jace would admit his fathers ego had been shared with his son.
"Morning dad. driving to work?" Jace was hoping to get his car back soon. He refused to take the bus and was he hell getting a lift with Kaelie. Not in her hot pink convertible.
His father seemed to pick up on the double meaning. "Yes I am. I also spoke to your mother and she…was hesitant to agree to let me return these to you." His father rummaged in his pocket for a moment before tossing Jace something rattling.
It was his car keys.
He couldn't believe his mother had allowed him to have them back so soon. According to her, he had another three weeks of 'no car punishment' and she was a woman who fell through on her words.
"Seriously? Thanks dad!" Jace grinned at his father.
"Just try to behave yourself today. Lets not make your mother take those back." Jace nodded before placing the keys into his own pocket.
Speaking of his mother… "Where is mom?"
"She had to go into work early. Something about her assistant and cat sleeves. I didn't ask for too much details."
"Not like it's your job or anything, right?" Steven laughed before grimacing at his breakfast, finishing his coffee folding up his paper.
Celine Herondale was a beautiful woman who worked on a clothing line for some designer. She gave ideas and sketches to her boss who would more than occasionally use them. His mother was in charge of making sure the clothes matched the sketches perfectly…or something. He was a guy, not a fashion guru!
"I better get to work. Michael has been ringing my cell practically all morning!" His father said, dumping his uneaten breakfast before placing his dishes into the dishwasher. "Lock up when you're leaving and" He walked over to Jace and placed a hand on his shoulder before smiling proudly at his son. "Have a great first day. It's your final year of school before college!"
"Thanks dad. You forgot the part about no pressure." Steven laughed before grabbing his briefcase and heading towards the door. "Oh and tell Michael that you're a happily married guy! Let him down easy!" His father laughter was the only response before the door shut.
Jace poured out a second bowl of cereal now that he had time as he would arrive at school in ten minutes now that he had his car.
He looked around his home as he munched on the cereal.
It was a huge apartment in a high security fancy hotel. Jace loved living here all his life. Especially exploring the hallways. It was a Victorian styled hotel called 'The Institue'. There was at least a hundred residents, but none went to his school…or were too stuck up their own asses to even speak to him.
He didn't have long to reminisce as he finished his cereal and began locking the two doors leading out of the apartment. He then raced to the elevator and pressed the ground floor button.
For a high-priced hotel, it more than likely could afford to pay to fix the heart wrenching start the elevator made every time. It caused his heart to speed, as all he could think of was falling to his death.
Stepping into the lobby, he passed many of the snobbish adults on their way to check their mail, leaving through the doors or going back to their homes. Jace didn't recognize half the faces, but he knew that they were all similar. They all thought gold wasn't good enough for them. That it was the end of the world if a speck of dust entered their home.
They were the downside to living here. There was no other teenager that lived there.
His parents were wealthy as they were close to the top of their fields of work. Jace always wondered why live in an apartment rather than an actual house. He never asked of course but he still wondered…
Stepping out into the fresh autumn air, Jace sprinted to the parking lot next to the Institute and found his car easily. It was a Jaguar F-TYPE. He got it or his birthday a few months ago. One example of his parents wealth.
He sat into the driver's seat, relinquishing the feel of his car. Oh how he missed it.
He started the engine and drove to school. He didn't expect to go on a killing spree, but their was a duck on the road that seemed stubborn to move. It eventually did when Jace didn't slow down, but he wondered if he would have killed the demon from the deepest part of hell, or allow it to live for another day?
He eventually made it to school (Without killing anything) and he parked in his spot. It was widely known as his spot for the last year. It was the closest spot to the gym and pitch, allowing Jace a quick escape after practice.
He got out of his car, sad to leave it again, but walked towards the school entrance to meet his friends. As soon as he spotted them, he knew something had happened.
Kaelie, the head cheerleader who thought Jace was her playboy, was surrounded by the rest of the cheer squad. Kaelie had a pissed expression.
This should be good.
"Jacey!" How was it possible for someone to hate a name so much?
Kaelie ran up to him and wrapped her thin arms around his waist. Jace awkwardly placed his arms around her shoulders. She was boney. Did the girl eat at all?
She was a very pale person, not pale enough to be associated with being sick, more like the white of milk. She had long curly blonde hair and dull blue eyes. Like most girls in the popular group, she wore layers of makeup. Why did girls wear makeup? can their natural faces really be so bad that they feel the need to layer a lot of crap on it?
"Hey Kaelie, What's up?" Jace asked casually.
"That bitch! That good for nothing, waste of space!" Kaelie shouted. This didn't confuse Jace. Kaelie was known for her tantrums.
"Who? What happened?" Jace asked, faking concern.
"Her!" Kaelie pointed to a figure on the other side of the car park, out of the views of school cameras.
The figure was none other than Clarissa Morgenstern. Head of a drug dealing gang and sister of Jonathan Morgenstern.