"JACE BLOODY WAYLAND!"

A cackle of laughter formed at his lips at the sight of the angry girl but he sucked it back as he noticed her face was as red as her hair. Clary Fray was his best friend's little sister and she looked just about ready to kill him. Her eyes shone with the pits of hell and she glared those deadly fires directly into his skull – even if it was quite a few inches she had to look up. His golden eyes widened as those intense green ones got angrier and angrier. Slowly he raised his hands in surrender and backed away, one step at a time.

"Clary. Clary, don't do this. I'm sorry you can have your book back just don't –" but his protest was cut off mid sentence as another ridiculously sweet and high pitched screech emanated from the small girl in front of him.

"Jonathan!" Clary wailed, in a tormented voice. Her eyes welled up with tears as her older brother came bounding down the stairs. Jace froze as his friend studied the pair, looking between the two to decipher the problem.

"Jace stole my book," she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out, making her seem so much more innocent then the devil she was. Jon turned on his friend a look of incredulousness in his eyes.

"Why?" His voice sounded more irritated then angry so Jace grinned that beautiful grin before chucking the book at Clary's head. Both boys were on the floor laughing as the girl snatched it from the floor and stormed up to her room. Stupid idiots, she thought angrily, gonna kill them. She took her anger out on the stairs, tramping her way to her room as the laughter slowly faded.

Jace and Jon had been inseparable since grade eight. Both boys had been new to the school but both had instantly become popular. With their good looks and arrogant demeanours, they instantaneously became mates. Jace spent every waking minute making Clary's life hell. Annoying her non-stop, teasing her to no end and pestering her when he got bored. He was another older brother she had to deal with; she never had signed up for this. But still, he had his perks. Attractiveness aside, when it came to school both her brothers never failed in protecting her from the likes of Kaelie Fae, the school bitch. Contemplating the evil ways to torture the two downstairs, Clary slumped onto her bed managing to slam her head on the bedpost on the way. A loud crack echoed through the room and she let out a groan of pain. Giving up on her disastrous attempts of vengeance, she instead called Simon. Simon had been her best friend for as long as she could remember and naturally he was on speed dial.

"May the fourth be with you." The greeting set of a trigger in Clary's mind.

"Shit! I forgot! I'm a failure to nerdlings and fangirls everywhere," she moaned into the phone. Her mood lifted as Simon's infectious laughter rang through the phone. They chatted for a while but finally the sound of Call Of Duty: Black Ops made it's way up to her room and she couldn't take the thought of being stuck in the house alone.

"Wanna come over?"

"I'm on my way. Be there in ten," Simon's reply came through. Hanging up, she attempted to read more of her book but the constant sound of bullets being fired was kind of hard to ignore when in the middle of The Fault In Our Stars. Giving up, she stormed down the stairs in a rage and just when she opened her mouth to start a rant, she managed to trip down the last three steps and a muffled cry came from her mouth as she landed face first on the wooden floorboards. The boys turned and stared at her like she was an alien who had just appeared in their house.

"Honestly Clary, I don't know a less coordinated person in the world," her older brother taunted. She lay there until the doorbell rang. The cool seeping into her arms and legs in the humid night.

When Simon finally did arrive, Clary raced from her position now on her brother's beanbag to the front door. Gracefully as she tried, she still managed to stub her toe on the TV cabinet setting off yet another burst of hysterics in the boys. Flinging open the heavy wooden door she tackled Simon in a bear hug before pulling him inside and leading him to the kitchen.

"Rat boy," Jace acknowledged with a slight incline of his head in Simon's direction while Jonathan chose the more hostile approach of burning holes in Simon's brain. Walking into the pantry Clary noticed Simon looked quite rattled so pulled out blue food dye and a cake mix. Percy Jackson loved blue food and therefore the two nerds loved blue food as every book nerd does.

"You okay?" Clary's question was directed towards Simon but she kept her gaze fixed on the blue food dye, mixing it in with the blend of the cake.

"Your brother hates me," he muttered. She saw the looks Jon gave her best friend but she had no reasoning behind his actions; maybe he was just overprotective.

The cake was burnt when they took it out of the oven. They had gotten caught up in a rather chivalrous debate about the use of angels in Supernatural; needless to say Clary took the positive side as she always did. Picking off the crumbs from the plate their cake rested on, Clary heard rowdy voice drift into the kitchen from where only her brother and Jace had sat an hour ago. She looked at the clock – 10:30pm there was no way Jon had invited people around now but she wouldn't put it past Jace to spring a 'gathering' on her when she looked like she had just dived head first into a trashcan. Regarding her reflection in the oven door, Clary straightened her loose sea blue singlet that clung to what little curves she had and attempted at making her bike shorts look a little longer as she pulled her radical curls up into a messy bun, struggling to control them. A few stray red flames fell around her face and she decided to give up on her futile endeavours and instead put on a smile. It seemed genuine enough but just for good measure she decided to wait ten seconds simply staring at Simon. This gave her the hoped reaction, as he turned a shade brighter than her hair and nervously wringing his hands, his eyes flitting everywhere but Clary's. His cheeks fuming while laughter bubbled from her lips, she grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the fated doom that beheld them in the other room.