DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but Jace. Ha. If you believe that, what are you smoking and do you have any more of it?
Chapter One
Clary Fray stared at herself in the mirror. She was in Isabelle Lightwood's room to "borrow" some makeup.
She'd stolen some brown eyeliner, green eyeshadow, and some pink lipstick.
Clary sighed. It was doubtful she needed to wear makeup in the library to study with her brother, Jace.
She dabbed lightly at her eyeliner. Relax, Clary, she told herself sternly. Jace is your brother. He is your annoying, cute, older brother who you're supposed to always be irratated with.
She sighed. So there was no reason to why she was fussing about the makeup.
Of course there is, said a cruel voice in the back of her head. You love him.
Clary gritted her teeth and ignored the voice.
"Clary!"
She froze. It was Alec, across the hall and pounding her bedroom door.
Shit. He would most likely tell Isabelle that she'd been through her makeup.
Swallowing nervously, Clary slid into Izzy's closet, praying that Alec wouldn't think to look in there.
"Clary, Jace wants to know when you're going to drag your skinny ass down to the library."
Wha-
Clary opened her pink cell, dismayed to see that she was seven minutes late.
"Clary? Come on, I'll show you where the library is so you won't get lost. "
She squeezed her eyes shut. C'mon, Alec, she prayed. Go screw with Magnus. Just go away!
As if answering her prayers, Alec's phone rang. "Hello?"
Clary felt like screaming. Alec, get out or Jace is going to kill me!
"Hey, Magnus." Clary felt her eyes widen. Alec's voice was soft and sweet, and if she hadn't known he was gay, she'd say his voice was sexy.
"What? No, of course not. Sure. I'll be there in ten minutes."
Clary sighed. Well, she thought. It only took him three minutes to forget about me.
As Alec's footsteps got fainter and fainter, Clary slid out of the closet and ran out of Izzy's pink door.
After about five yards later, Clary realized she had no idea where the library was.
"Church," she whispered, hoping that the GPA built cat was somewhere near.
"Clary?"
She spun around, gulping when she recognized that familiar voice.
"Clary, you're late."