Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments or the characters.

As I'm making my way up to my room, I see a trail of feathers leading into my fathers old study. Curious, I slowly walk towards the room. I notice a pool of a dark liquid. I frown and cautiously open the door, holding my breath.

Inside, my cat named Church was picking away at a crow.
"That is disgusting. JONATHAN!"
I yell, "CHURCH KILLED A BIRD."
I hear the light padding of my brothers footsteps right away. He peaks his head through the door and takes in the scene. The cat flees as soon as the door reopens.
"Nasty." Is all he has to say. He's brought cleaning supplies and quickly gets to work. I watch my brother wipe up blood. His long tapered fingers work very efficiently as his vibrant green eyes stay focused. I notice his spine sticking out through his dark red shirt.

Wow...how much weight has he lost?
"Done. Be ready in ten minutes, or you're walking to school." He says quietly, and gets up and leaves.
"All fucking right big brother." I mutter and quickly run up to gather my stuff and apply some makeup. My nightmare definitely didn't help my complexion.

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After Clarissa stalked out of the living room, I quietly went to my room to put on some clothes. I wasn't paying attention to what ones.

I'm trying to remember that girl, that girl with the crimson hair and the, and the blue/green eyes...

I shake my head and go to the kitchen to get some breakfast. I'm about to make some for Clarissa but then I realize she's pissed at me. Well she has a fucking right. I decide to make some toast and get out the butter and get some fruit.
Fuck, i think. I need to study for my final. Being a senior fucking sucks. I planned on going to college to become a DHS representative to help kids that went through what my sister did. But that involves a lot of AP classes and a few hours of studying and homework. It's so damn tiring. But anything to help kids get out of the shit my sister went through.

After an hour or two of studying I hear Clarissa scream my name from the top floor. I hear that Church, the bastard, killed a bird up there. I quickly grab the cleaning supplies and bound up the steps. I push open the door and get to work.

I definitely don't notice the way her hair curves around her heart shaped face. I definitely don't notice how her pink lips are set in a line or how her delicate arms are crossed. Jesus fuck, I definitely don't notice anything.
Once I'm finished I say "Done. Be ready in ten minutes, or you're walking to school." And then I leave, the image of her burned on the back of my eyelids.

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I really don't understand why Jonathan is being so damn weird. But whatever. Not my problem.

I'm quiet as he starts the car and the drive to school is silent.
We part ways at the entrance and as he heads to AP Economics I make my way to Honors Art. My teacher, Miss Gray, has many books about art and how to improve lined along the shelves of her room. When I'm not immersed in my work, I spend a lot of time reading them.
"Alright class. I have an announcement. We have a new student, and his name is Jace Herondale." Miss Gray quietly but forcefully says.

She steps aside to reveal an angel; I mean a boy. He's so beautiful, my hands itch to draw him. He has a halo of wavy blond hair, and eyes that are a molten gold, a few shades darker than his hair. He's wearing a fitted black shirt that shows off his broad shoulders and slim waist. He has jeans and chucks on and is staring right at me as Miss Gray goes on to explain how he came here and what school is like at Alicante High.

I hear none of it. All I hear is him lick his lips as he stares at me across the room.

Jesus Christ this boy is perfect.

I try to avert my eyes and focus on my work, but for once I cant. Usually Miss Gray has to tap my shoulder to bring me back to reality.
Today, it's all I'm stuck in.
The angel, Jace, is still staring at me. Once Miss Gray finishes her speech, he pulls up a chair right next to me. A smirk is finding its way to his lips and this close I notice that he has a chip in one of he teeth, a flaw on his otherwise perfect body.

"I understand I'm beautiful, and that my lips are very kissable, but that doesn't mean you need to stare in admiration. Just ask." He says in a rather pompous tone. He grins and holds out his hand.
"Jace Herondale. Just moved here from Manhattan. I'm sure you're pleased to make my acquaintance." He runs his hand through his hair once he realizes I don't plan on taking it.
"Clarissa Morgenstern. I've lived in Brooklyn my whole life. And, frankly, I'm not. Leave me alone."

I smile and turn to my drawing. It's of Jonathan and I on either side of a mirror, showing our likeness and unlike. Since we're twins, people expect us to look more alike. But Jon got our fathers hair and stature, while I'm a carbon copy of my mother, with freckles.
Jace continues to stare at me, while the rest of the class stares at him.

This cycle continues until I can't take his sultry gaze and I ask permission to use the restroom. Miss Gray nods knowingly and I stalk out of the silent room.
Sadly, I hear footsteps behind me right away.

"Hey! Wait up." Jace says behind me, his hand comes up to catch my hand and I notice tattoos on his wrist. They seem to be random swirls and patterns. Hmm. They have a musical way they curve.
I look up when I notice his other hand is on my waist. I quickly pull back and walk towards the bathroom. I can hear him following me but I'm sure he has enough dignity not to follow a girl into the bathroom.
I go to swing open the bathroom door when a hand pushes it closed.

"We can do it out here or in a stall, Red. Take your pick." He whispers in my ear. I feel my cheeks start to burn and I turn around to see face mere inches from mine.
Suddenly he reminds me of a lion hunting its prey.
"What the hell are you doing?" I whisper. "You don't even know me. Why are you following me?"
"Why not? I saw a pretty little girl in my first class. Just wanted to make myself and my intentions known."
He says and leans in to slide his nose up my neck, grazing my earlobe with his mouth.

"Jace, stop. Please-" My words are cut off with a whimper as his hands glide across my body.
"What was that, Red?" He says as his hand tangles in my hair. He's about to kiss me; I know it and Jesus I can't think oh my lord I love what he's doing but I shouldn't, I don't know him and he doesn't know me and who the heck is that walking with Jonathan?
I try to push Jace's head down so I can see better and he takes that as encouragement. He starts sucking and biting my neck and I let out a low moan, and then crane my neck to give him better access and to see Jonathan with the girl. Jonathan, who told me the only girl he has ever wanted, mysteriously couldn't be his.

Is this the girl?
She has crimson hair falling in waves to her ass. She's laughing at something Jon said and has a pale arm around his waist. She's almost as tall as him and is just as graceful. What the heck?
I'm brought back to the present when Jace notices I'm not reacting the way he wants. "If you don't want to pay attention to me, I'm going to make you need to pay attention to me." He pushes me against the wall roughly and brings his lips down on mine.