First I'd like to thank PrincessJojo and Orianlovesfandoms and Lovelydreams98 for the reviews and thanks to the rest who followed/favorited/reviewed.

To answer a question: You'll see what the movie The Agent is about later on ;)

And I'll try to make the chapters longer and without further ado, here's chapter 3.

I didn't smack Goldie. Even though I really, really wanted too. That would be too rude and I didn't have enough the energy to smack someone this early in the morning.

He contained himself again. "Look, Clarissa-" He cracks up again, shaking his head

I cut him off, fuming. "This is no joke to me." I was working up that energy to smack him.

"Okay." He nods. "Magnus is. . . well, this letter was half wrong. You see, Magnus played a little joke on you. I'm pretty sure that you got accepted, it's just that you didn't have to meet him at 5:30. It's 6 by the way. It was like a test to see if you would show up and if you would take the job seriously. It's one of his hiring things. You could have just called him later and slept in and asked why wasn't he there. I can't believe you actually fell for it ~ in fact, you're the first person I know to fall for that."

I stand still, still processing everything he said. "This was a joke?" I fume, feeling my face go red. "I woke up that early for nothing?" I stomp away, heading back to the hotel. How was I supposed to know? I distantly hear Goldie call my name, but I ignore him.

I feel a hand grab my waist and again I flip over and kick whoever it is, anger washing over me. Except that it's Goldie again and since he was so tall, I kicked his groin area. He immediately lets go of me and I fall, my hair swinging all over my face, landing onto the floor with a thump. The stranger is on the floor too, holding himself rigid like a toddler about to burst into tears.

"What the hell, Clarissa Morgenstern? Do you just normally attack people when the touch you?" he grunts and stands up. After a moment, he holds a hand out, which I ignore and stand up.

"For the record, you grabbed me, not touched me, and I was defending myself, not attacking. And, don't call me by my full name, or I'll gladly do it again." I snap back.

He looks offended. "Well, if you want to even things out, my name is Jace. Jace Herondale."

My mouth drops open. "Jace Herondale as the famous actor?" I takes my entire willpower to not ask for his signature and text my friend Simon that I actually talked to the Jace Herondale.

No wonder his voice was so familiar. I literally went to sleep watching his movies, his voice lulling me to sleep. And I kicked Jace Herondale in the nuts. I was screwed.

He looks offended again. "What? You thought I was a leprechaun?" (Quote from Landry Park.)

I snort. Then my stomach growls so loud, I'm pretty sure the entire universe could hear. Jace looks at me at smirks. "Hungry? I know the best place."

o.O.o

We arrived at this place that looked like a prison. Jace pushed the door open and held it out for me. I mumbled a thanks as I past him. I still can't get over the fact that oh my gosh I talked to Jace Herondale.

A waitress with blond hair and blue eyes sat us down in a booth with a name tag that read Kaelie. I swear she was flirting with Jace the entire short walk to the booth and her skirt was way too short, occasionally hitching up her skirt purposely.

She left us the menus and winked at Jace, then sauntered off. I looked at the menu with an astonished face. "Chocolate covered crickets?" I say, astounded.

Jace laughs and reaches over the table to flip my menu over. "These foods here might be a little normal for you." he reads my expression. "The back's exotic food."

I nodded and decided to get coconut pancakes with a large coffee and headed to the bathroom. When I came back, I saw Kaelie straddling Jace's lap, her tongue down his throat. One of Jace's hand was thrown on her hip and the other balancing them.

I felt sick. I should've known Jace was still a player no matter the gentlemen he was. Heck, I was just a girl he just meet, one girl out of the thousands that he might have tried to fuck with. I quickly went back to the bathroom and texted my best childhood friend Isabelle who also was here for the movie to play a role. I haven't seen her since I was a sophomore, though this new job would bring us closer together.

C: guess what I just saw

I: a shirtless simon? he's part of the tech crew in The Agent. I can't wait to reunite with him~

I laughed and texted Izzy about my encounter. We both decided to meet up at one at the hotel's pool to catch up on good times. I went out, refusing to look at myself in the mirror. When I headed back to the booth, I saw Jace had a lipstick mark under his jaw, though it was barely visible. Just looking at it made me sick.

"I ordered for you." Jace said as I sat down. "What are you doing this afternoon?"

I bet you'd be busy breaking a bunch of girls' hearts or making out with them, I wanted to say. Instead I said in a cold voice, "Nothing that concerns you."

Jace blinked, apparently taken back at my sudden mood changes, and I felt a bit of satisfaction. Ha. He didn't have time to respond because Kaelie came back with the food, flirting with Jace, who, in his part, completely ignored her. She licked her lips and walked away, hips swaying.

I eagerly dug into my food, although the coffee was way to sweet. The pancakes were probably what heaven tasted like. I was acutely aware of Jace watching me, so I tried my best to not spill any drops of syrup of me. What was I doing? I thought. Was I really trying to impress Jace? ~ the player?

"You know," Jace said, after a few moments of awkward silence, startling me. I accidentally flung my fork, splattering syrup all over his cheek and parts of his hair.

We both froze as if we were caught committing a crime. Jace slowly ran his hand over his hair. I braced myself for no apparent reason. He took a drop of syrup from his hair and licked it.

I couldn't help but shudder. "Ew!" I exclaimed. "That is so gross!"

He smirked at me. "What, you'd rather do it yourself?" then he added, "You know you want to."

That hit me; even his random act of kindness of helping me find my way to the Art Studio wasn't an act of kindness. He was a man-whore through and through and no act of his was out of sweetness. I abruptly got up and handed him a twenty dollar bill to pay for the meal, savoring his baffled expression.

"Thanks for showing me this place." I said, my voice, cold but distant. "Keep the change for the meal." I walked out with my dignity, although I didn't hear Jace call my name as much as I wanted him too.

o.O.o

Isabelle was freaking out. Maybe freaking out was an understatement. She racked through the entire Hollywood swim section, looking for the perfect swim suits for both of us.

"Izzy, calm down, it's just a swim." I said for the one millionth time.

"A swim where we can make a fabulous impression and kill all the boys with our looks." was her answer. She was finally satisfied with an emerald bikini for me that made my eyes pop out and a reddish pinkish bikini that set out her black hair.

After paying for the bikinis and some sunscreen, we headed towards the pool to tan. When I say pool, it's not you average back yard pool. This pool was the size of a mansion. I checked my phone and realized I got a text message from Magnus, the idiot boss who ruined my morning

Clarissa Fray, a close friend of mine told me you ACTUALLY FELL FOR IT! *laughing emoji* You've got the job, so don't worry. We're going to be closely working with the staff of the new movie The Agent. Meet me tomorrow (this is for real) at the director's lounge at 11. ~ Magnus Bane p.s. tomorrow, you don't have to call me sir or whatever. Just call me Magnus, but don't call me Mags, it's seriously annoying.

I had to smile at the text. He seemed charming. I threw my phone into my bag then stood near the edge of the pool. Suddenly, I felt someone push me into the water so fast, I didn't have time to scream.

When I surfaced the water, a hand wrapped around my waist. I realized that it wasn't Izzy. I twisted my head around and saw Jace, looking at me strangely. His eyes looked at me up and down.

Then he grinned at me, his hand still snagged around my waist. "Congrats, you're officially the art director. What are you going to make me wear? I prefer to be shirtless."

I smacked him and he let go of me, making me sink under water. I emerged and grabbed the wall. "For the record, I'm the art director, not the clothes designer." I retorted.

Jace ran a hand through his hair. "Whatever you say, mermaid. Want to play Marco Polo?" Did he seriously think inviting me was a way to apologize? Right, he probably didn't think he did anything wrong.

I shrugged, looking for Izzy, keeping up the cold demeanor. She was busy flirting with a brown hair guy. Typical Izzy. I took a better glance at the guy. Holy Crap, was that Simon? I ignored Jace and swam towards them both. "Simon!" I called. Both heads turned to look at me. When I reached them, Simon and I both embraced.

I looked at Izzy, behind Simon's back, who looked slightly jealous. No way, did Izzy actually like Simon? I also caught Jace's stare, his face all twitched up. What did that mean?

I let go and Simon nodded at us. "Well, see you guys tomorrow." He swam off towards a group of guys, one with black hair and piercing blue eyes and a dark browned hair male. I turned towards Izzy. "Ooooh, Izzy has a crush." I teased.

"Shut up!" Izzy screeched and splashed water all over my face. I think I saw a flash of camera, but I was too busy laughing.

After a couple of hours of swimming, we both retired to our rooms.

"Let's call it a night." Izzy said. "See you tomorrow."

I couldn't wait to start, except that I kept seeing Jace in my mind, thinking of how he would react when he realized I started having feelings for him. Damn that womanizer.

So I hope this was a bit longer for ya'll. The action will start in the next chapter.

Has anyone read the book Landry Park or Dorothy Must Die?

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~Lizbeth