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Disclaimer: Do I need a disclaimer? I didn't have one for the first chapter... oh well. We all know I don't own The Mortal Instruments. If anything though, I want a stele. Those are so cool.

JPOV

Holy shit. Holy shit. That was the only thing going on in Jace's mind as he watched Jon's younger sister flounce out of the room. In only a towel. A towel that was short enough to show of the curves of her legs and- goddammit. He stared after her, unable to say anything. All of a sudden, he was aware of Jon's menacing eyes boring holes into him. After all, who could blame him?

Jace was a player. He knew it, accepted it, hell, he was even proud of it. He was captain of the soccer team, one of the best in New England. That in itself should have gotten him an endless supply of girls, and it did, but it wasn't just that.

He was a god. At least, everyone assumed he was. He was golden, literally. With his unruly fair hair and honey eyes, he was acutely aware of how much female attention he attracted. Especially with his body. How could anyone resist?

Apparently Clary could. Her beautiful green eyes had stared straight into his, and he was sure he had her hooked. Until she pulled away. A small smirk appeared at the side of her mouth. His signature smirk. For some reason this drove him crazy, and he had to fight to keep himself from kissing it away.

Jace Lightwood did not chase after girls. They came to him. And it was true that they never lasted more than a few days, never longer than a week. Some of them didn't even make it through the day; he was a kiss and leave kind of guy. He broke all of their hearts, but the thing was, he didn't really care. His popularity was never decimated, so why did it matter?

All of a sudden, he was jolted back to the present when Jon slapped the back of his head. Hard.

"Dude, what the hell?" Jace asked, startled at the quick flash of pain.

Jon glared threateningly at him, a fierce scowl on his face. "What do you mean, 'what the hell?' You know what I'm talking about."

Jace shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "You never actually said anything, and even thought it's sometimes believed otherwise, I am not a supernatural being that can read minds."

Before Jon could go completely off on him, Marcus, another teammate, stepped up. "Hey man, why didn't you ever tell us about your hot sister?"

Another few people murmured in agreement, nodding their heads. One guy, Will, one of the forwards and a junior, asked Jon eagerly, "You think you can hook us up?" The look on Jon's face now said enough, and Will shrank back in retreat with his hands raised in surrender.

For some reason this made Jace ball his hands into fists and clench his teeth. It took a moment for him to realize he was even doing it, but he relaxed and hoped no one noticed. Jon sure didn't because he was too busy trying not to explode.

He jabbed his finger wildly at all his teammates, his voice a growl as he spoke through his teeth. "I swear to God, if any of you even touch her, I'll kill you. Got it? Because I swear, if I find out that one of you got anywhere near her, I'll- oh, hey, Clary."

At once his voice became modulated and calm. Jace turned his head to see Clary walked in, now unfortunately wearing clothes. Even so, they didn't cover up too much. She wore a pair of short white shorts, just barely touching her wrists when she walked. On top she had a plain blue tank top with her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, a few curls hanging loose around her face. Her bright hair contrasted her clothes, making it look like it wasn't on fire, but rather fire itself.

Head phones were stuffed into her ears, and she was singing along to P!nk. Completely ignoring the argument at play, she glided up to the fridge, still singing.

And Jace was in awe. He had never heard a voice like hers. By all means, she wasn't the best singer he had ever heard, but it was filled with a sweetness and innocence he hadn't heard ever before. At odds with the lyrics that poured out of her mouth, her voice was smooth.

Struggling to appear normal, he pasted on his classic smile, the one that drove girls mad. But not Clary. He couldn't stop the little voice that chimed in his head; he couldn't block it out, no matter how hard he tried.

She opened the door of the fridge, bent down, goddammit, enough with the bending down and the legs and- pulled a Coke out of the drawer. Skipping lightly to the counter a few yards away, she hopped up on it gracefully and sat on the edge. Cracking the top noisily, she finally stopped singing so she could take a sip.

Jace swallowed thickly.

Finally looking at her audience, she blinked, and pretty brilliantly, said, "Hi." Clary probably hadn't meant for it to be anything more, just a simple greeting, plain and casual. But to Jace he couldn't help but notice the way her lips moves as she talked, how her feet swung gently as she kicked them back and forth...and how completely wrong that was.

He was not the one to go chasing after people. He had plenty of people waiting. People that were plenty beautiful, like Kaelie, who always came running back, no matter how many times he pushed her away. He didn't need Clary. And even if he wanted her, Jon had threatened to kill him, which he didn't doubt in the slightest. Last time someone ate the last slice of pizza that he had claims, two chairs ended up across the room and a bloody nose ensued.

This was his sister. Somehow it seemed a little more important than a slice of pizza. There was no telling what he would to. Jace almost cared enough to be scared. But only almost.

Jon began to usher people out of the kitchen and into the living room, shooting warning glances every once in a while.

As Jace was ambling out of the room, Alec, his adopted brother sidled up to him. He had a smug smirk on his face. Always being able to read him better than most, Jace wasn't surprised. He knew exactly what Alec was thinking.

After his father died almost ten years ago, the Lightwoods had taken him in. Both Alec and Isabelle, his new brother and sister, had been wary at first, but eventually warmed up to him. His adoptive parents, Maryse and Robert had been kind to him, always supportive even when he had turned into an ass.

"Shut up," Jace muttered, shoving him so Alec almost stumbled into the doorframe.

Alec was gay. At first it had weirded him out, but now it seemed natural to him. He had a very sparkly and very gay boyfriend named Magnus who felt the need to bedazzle rainbows on every article of clothing. Ever since they had started dating, Alec had seemed happy, but now he kept trying to set Jace up. With a "real girl", he'd said. "Not one of those glorified bitches with twenty pounds of makeup on their faces." At that Jace had laughed, but he knew Alec was talking about Kaelie.

Jace glanced back one last time. Clary was leaning back, one hand braced behind her on the counter top while the other one clutched the can of soda. She stared at the window with a small smile on her face, and he couldn't help but hope she was thinking about him.

CPOV

Clary had her ear pressed against the wall. " I swear to God, if any of you even touch her, I'll kill you..." she heard her brother trail off angrily.

She couldn't help but be mad. He had no say in who she wanted and who wanted her. This time, she wasn't going to sit back in the shadows. She was going to do something.

A smile appeared on her mouth. Game on, big brother.

Game on.