Prologue
"Clary, honey please stay still."
I flinched again as mom pulled yet another strand of hair into the braid. I looked in the mirror
and whined. I can't take this, I'm gonna turn bold! I'm 13 years old yet I look like I've had
freaking face lift!
I hissed and then huffed in annoyance, "I still don't get why I have to get all dressed to meet
your boyfriend's son..."
I heard her sigh as she grabbed another bag of pins, "Okay, first off honey he's not my
boyfriend, he's my fiance and I just want you to make a first good impression. Jace is a very
nice boy, all I want is for you two to get along. Besides, you always wanted a brother."
She let out a little giggle, "You even put it down on your Christmas list when you were 8."
I mumbled, "Yeah but I was talking about one that would come from you and daddy..."
I felt her hands freez and I didn't even need to turn around to know the expression she was
giving me.
Shit you ginger bimbo, what the hell's wrong with you?!
I swear sometimes I only realise what I've said after I've actually said it.
It's not like I have anything against Valentine, he's a great guy. Funny, handsome, smart,
good job that pays well and he's the first guy mom's ever loved since dad...I haven't seen her
so happy in years, there were moments where I forgot she could smile.
But everything was going too fast, only a year ago mom was at the New York art gallery
celebrating her new painting which had been put on display and she bumped into Valentine at
the party. 'Love at first sight' she said...cheesy but there you go.
Then he asked her out on a date only after 7 minutes of meeting her, then it wasn't long until
he started spending nights at our house and picking me up time to time from school. But he's
so sweet and cool, always playing magic tricks, cheesy jokes and renting old scifi
dvd's to
watch at the weekend...he just the kind of guy you couldn't hate no matter how much you
tried.
I finally turned around and when I saw the look on my mother's face my stomach turned.
Her lips slightly parted and her green eyes glistening with furrowed brows.
Suddenly frightened I knelt down in front of and held her arms, "I'm sorry...mommy, I'm so
sorry I didn't mean it...Valentine's great and I really like him, really. Just ignore what I said."
Sighing she gently raised her hand to wipe her eyes (even though no tears hardly came out)
and sniffed her nose slightly red. She then looked down at me from her chair and shook her
head, "Clary...how many times do I have to sorry?...I'm sorry of how close you were to him,
I'm sorry I tried to ignore the fact that he was having an affair behind my back in hope that it
woukd go away and...II'm
so sorry he left with that woman and never came back...but
Valentine...ever since your daddy I almost forgot what love even was...and he loves you
sweety, he really does and he cares about us so please...please just for me...try..."
My face softened as I pressed my lips togther in a hard line then nodded and she smiled in
relief then leaned down and kissed my head.
She put on a small smile then she sighed and gestured for me to get up, "You'll wrinkle your
dress."
I rolled my eyes then stood up stawkky. Exactly how can you wrinkle a green and pink dress
filled with ruffles?
She stood up then rearranged the finishing touches to my hair and I huffed crossing my arms.
She looked down at me and chuckled shaking her head, "Ou know Jace is only a year older
than you and he plays basketball, Valentine said he's top of his History class, maybe he could
help you out with your grades."
I puffed arrogantly, "Mom, you've only met him once."
"Once is enough to know that he'll be the perfect brother for you to have, the perfect brother
you deserve, besides he said he was looking forward to meeting his new babh sister."
I gave her a look, "Oh sure, those were the exact words that came out of his mouth..."
A brother...oh God...all mom has done all week is talk about how sweet and smart this Jace
kid is and blah blah blah. Yet I don't know a single thing about him. Hell, I don't even know
what he looks like, I mean what if we don't get along or he just puts that pretty boy act for his
dad then he turns out being a total dickhead...I can't stand the idea of having to share the
house with someone else and just let them into my life as if they were family...but for mom, I'd
crawl through hell just to make her happy.
Mom jumped when she heard the door bell rang and her eyes windened as she clapped a
hand over her chest, her breathing as heavy as a car engine.
"Okay...okay okay, that's them..." she then looked down at me and bit her lip.
"Please just try to be...nice?"
I sighed then held my hands up in defeat, "When Hell freezes over."
She gave me a typical motherly look then door bell rang again and she rearranged her hair
then looked at me almost panicked, "How do I look?"
I smiled then shook my head, "Beautiful as always."
She gave me a smile then took in a deep breath as she took my hand and led me out to the
living room.
Quickly making sure I looked okay she held my shoulders, "Wait here, okay?"
I nodded and she smiled then skidded to the hallway to answer and the door and I just stood
there looking like boo peep with my hands in my dress pockets.
I could hear her opening the door as I sat down on the couch boredly.
"Hi! So glad you guys could make it."
"You kidding? Of course! Oh, you look beautiful Joce."
I somewhat felt a little grossed out from hearing this old people lovey dovey crap, should feel
even more sorry for my future brother who has to watch them do it.
Oh crap...my future brother...the thought twisted my stomach and my breathing felt a little
damp.
"She's right in here."
Oh shit they're coming!
I quickly stood up and and stroked the skirt of my dress then stood up straight whikst biting
my tongue to keep in all the anger and anxiety.
Finally a giggling mom came into the living room with Valentine whose arm was around her
shoulder.
I cocked my head a bit to the side and there he was. What the hell?! I can't even see his face,
his damn hoodie is covering It! So whilst he gets to come here dressed up as a slob with his
headphones jammed in his ears whilst playing God knows what on his phone, I have to stand
here looking like freaking Stephen King's Carrie before she got dumped with blood?!
Asswhipe...
"Hey Clary."
I looked up at a smiling Valentine who was standing in front of me holding out his hand, I took
it and smiled back.
"Hey, Val."
He looked at my dress then chuckled, "Nice dress."
He winked and I giggled slightly, how could you ever hate this guy?
He then stood up and walked over to mom then shrugged, "Well um...there's someone I really
want you to meet Clary."
He turned around to look at his son who was still suffocating the keys of his Iphone and he
then sighed in exhaustion.
"Jace?"
Not having heard him, Valentine the slowly strolled towards his son and knelt down next to
him then took the middle piece of the of the headphones and pulled them out.
Jace then hisses and winced as he rubbed his ears yet still no face.
From his head position I could tell he was staring at Valentine who raised an eyebrow at him,
"Hoodie. Lost it. Now."
Huffing Jace then reached for his hoodie. As he began to pull it off I was prepared for what
hideous 14 year old was hiding under there. I could already picture it, black mohawk, pierced
lip, zits and...Oh my God...
After removing his hoodie he ran a single hand through his hair...his long, golden beautiful
hair which matched the colour of his eyes. Eyes which I couldn't stop staring at...
No, there's no way someone can be this...perfect
Standing up, Valentine then put a hand on his shoulder then gestured towards me, "Clary, this
is my son and your new brother, Jace."
Jace then looked up at his dad then back at me...oh God his eyes...
what the hell has gotten into you?!
My heart then jumped when he began to walk over to me. My chest tightened and my breath
felt as if it was shortening.
Stop it!
When he was finally standing in front of me he licked his dry lips then smiled and held out his
hand, "Hey."
For a moment I just stood there frozen and thinking back to him licking his lips...Oh his mouth,
his lips...
Stop!
Woah, what the hell? Something's happening...it was strange some sort of...throbbing
sensation between my legs and deep in my"
Clary?"
I snapped back into reality when I heard mom call my name and she was giving me a
concerned.
"Are you alright?"
My lips parted slightly then I looked back at Jace who looked confused with his hand still out.
Stuttering a bit I then reached out and took his hand.
"Hhi."
His smile came back and then his hand closed around mine as he shook and all of a sudden,
electricity shot through me.
The feeling of his warm hand...his golden halos burning into me and his smile...that mouth...
Oh God, the throbbing sensation's back...what is that?!
And why does it feel so...torturing good?
There was a sound rising from the back of my throat but I held my mouth tightly shut...Oh
God, what's happening to me?
I felt my cheeks burn and I flushed.
After he took back his hand he then nodded and I instinctively nodded back and he scratched
the back of his neck somewhat shyly, "I've always wanted a sister."
I was speechless then Valentine chuckled and hugged mom from behind, "Well there you go
then, a happy family already."
Jace looked at his dad and exchanged a laugh with him then turned back to men and
then...my what?
I frowned...my panties...they're wet...my legs feel tingly and my ovaries relieved.
My lips parted slightly in confusion as I looked down then my head shot back up when I felt
his hand on my shoulder.
He tilted his head to the side, "You okay?"
I stayed studying his eyes still recovering from the slow fading feeling down below.
He did this to you
Taking in a deep breath I then bit down on my lip and slowly nodded, "Yeah, thanks...Jace..."
Okay so there's the prologue guys!
I promise I will post the next chapter tomorrow, cross my heart!
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