I own nothing. the characters are Cassandra clare's, that's not my name. I only own this storyline.

It's high school setting, everyone is human.

Chapter 1

This is my story:

My phone rang, waking me up.

Again.

Great, Kaelie was calling me.

Again.

And I was also hungry.

Again.

I glanced at my alarm clock. twelve o' clock. There might still be a Burger King open. Well, I hoped there was I mean I was hungry. I didn't know why I didn't just go downstairs okay. I just wanted a burger I guess. But yeah this was important, you'll find out why.

I jumped into sweatpants and a black hoodie and got in my car, on my way to the nearest Burger King. The lights were still on so I walked in. A red headed girl stood with her back toward me. "I'm sorry, we are closed." she said. This is where it gets important, see, the important thing about that night is that I met her.

She turned around, I couldn't see her face well because she was aggressively typing on her phone. Her phone made a beeping sound and she laughed. Her laugh was mesmerizing, so melodic. I cleared my throat and she looked up. Her smile disappearing. She was so beautiful, so beautiful. She said something, but I couldn't hear her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you?" I said, she just glared at me. "Pay attention, god, I already said that we're closed Goldie, what are you still doing here?"

Oh, feisty. I liked feisty. She's still feisty, and oh how it turns me on.

"Uh, I-I'm sorry, it's just that I'm h-hungry." Great, she made me fucking stutter okay. A girl without boobs made the Jace Herondale stutter. Yeah I know I used to be an ass, don't mind me.

"Jesus Blondie, I didn't think you were the stuttering type. It doesn't suit you." Well thanks for pointing it out okay. "I just wanted a burger, by the way, are you a natural ginger?" Okay, now that I look back, I shouldn't have made the natural ginger comment.

"Jesus, I already told you, we are closed. Well, they do say blondes are dumb. And my hair color none of your concern." she snapped. And she kept glaring at me. It was so fucking sexy.

"Oh, you're one feisty little girl, I wonder how you would be in bed?" I remarked. Her face turned into a frown of disgust. Well now I know how she feels about me.

"As if I would ever want to have sex with you Blondie." I gotta admit, that kinda hurt my ego. "Oh, and please leave now." and so I went into the night. Without my burger, but with arousal, because who wouldn't get hot and bothered because of that sexy redhead?

Waking up the next morning, I felt tired, obviously because I'd went out late last night to get a burger – which I didn't get. I remembered the hot redhead though, and I wanted to know her name. I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts of the redhead and got out of bed. I took a quick shower and pulled on jeans and a black v neck. As I walked down the stairs I could smell bacon.

"Hey Jace," Izzy – my adoptive sister, said as I walked into the kitchen, she had a malicious smirk on her face, and it made me wonder what she would do now. I loved Izzy but sometimes she could be a pain in the ass. "Where did you go last night, Jacey?" She asked, batting her eyelashes innocently at me, and using the nickname that Kaelie – my, now ex, girlfriend/fuckbuddy – always uses. Fucking annoying.

"Did you leave the house late last night again, Jace?" Maryse – my adoptive mother, asked me in a stern voice. Fucking Isabelle. Why did she have to mention me leaving with mom in the same room, oh, that's right. Because she's fucking evil.

"No, of course not. I wouldn't do that." I remarked sarcastically. "Jace!" she yelled, "Don't talk to me with such disrespect. If I ever catch you leaving the house again last night y-"

"Izzy!" Alec – my adoptive brother – exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen. Thank god, saved by Alec. "What are you wearing? You are not going to leave the house like that, go change!" I laughed, before glancing over at Izzy, looking at what she was wearing, I hadn't noticed before.

She wore a short, short, short, short, tight, tight, very tight black skirt with a low-cut, red V-neck tank top that showed a big amount of cleavage. her black hair was in a tight ponytail and she had a big black belt around her waist accentuating her curves and had combined the outfit with red 6 inch heels. I personally found that I could see a little to much of her but yeah, that's my opinion. I don't think any brother would enjoy seeing his sister barely covered up.

"Alec?!" she exclaimed, "it's called fashion! ever heard of-" "Isabelle Sophia Lightwood! Go change. Now." ah, that's Robert Lightwood for you, my adoptive father. No one – including me – had n oticed that he'd walked into the kitchen, but apparently he had. And he didn't approve of Isabelle's outfit.

Izzy got up and stomped up the stairs, probably off changing. I grabbed an apple and took a bite, gotta eat something.

"Well, Maryse, I'm just gonna go outside, play some guitar." I said, hoping she wouldn't ask any further questions. I usually went outside to play guitar, not wanting anyone to hear me play, and stayed out all day.

"Jace?" too bad. "Yeah?" I replied, "Be back at 5, we have friends over, I want them to meet all of my children, not just 3 of them, okay?" Maryse stated.

She probably said that just to make me feel at home but yeah, that wasn't just going to happen. I'd been there for 7 years now and still didn't always feel at home. I went upstairs, got my guitar and went to the backyard, hoping to be alone.

I started strumming the guitar and singing with it. I lost myself completely in the music and it felt good, oh so good. I can still do that now, with Clary sitting next to me, asking me to play for her when she can't sleep, I'll get completely lost in the music.

"Jace?" a familiar voice woke me from my music. I turned around, "What's up Alec?" Alec approached me and sat down next to me.

"Do you ever, uh, just, have a feeling and don't know what to do with it?" that's Alec for you, he's quiet, and kind of awkward, but he is my brother and best friend. "Of course I have that, I think everyone does." I said, trying to reassure him. He frowned. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

I didn't expect what happened next, I don't even know why I'm telling you this, but yeah, here goes nothing. "It's just, uh, just," "What is it Alec?" and then, suddenly, he smashed his lips against mine. Caught of guard I started moving my lips against his, just for a few seconds, then I pulled back and looked at him questioningly.

"What was that?" I asked him, amazed, surprised. "It's just, I'm sorry." he got up, I did too. He turned to walk away but I grabbed his wrist.

"Alec, nothing's wrong, we're okay. I love you, bro. Just not how you want me to love you, I love you as a brother, you're my brother, you're my best friend. And there's another thing you are." He laughed, I grinned, happy to see him happy again, "what's that?" he asked. "You're one amazing kisser."

At that we both laughed, it felt good to laugh with Alec, just the two of us, best friends since we were 10. Best friends, still. "We should go inside, mom said we have visitors." and then we went. Back inside I mean.

As we walked in I saw a familiar redhead sitting on our couch. "Hi!" I said, happily. She turned around, her smile turned into a scowl. "You." she said accusingly. "Me," I said, flashing her an irrestistible – if I say so myself – grin. "Also known as greek god, strawberry shortcake." I stated, confidently. I could see her face better in this light, her emerald colored eyes were shimmering beautifully in the light that shone trough the windows. "In what dictionary are you described as a god? Because in my dictionary, you're an asshole.

And that's it for today. woooh, new Clace fic. This is kind of different for me because I've only ever written Ezria from Pretty Little Liars and Leddie from Hollywood Heights. Oh and by the way, does anyone know when Supernatural will be back with season 10?