Clary loved this one tv show called Supernatural, loved Sam and Dean and everything in it. But as she was watching it on a lateFriday night, she couldn't help getting scared at times.

Especially when the power goes out and a tapping noise starts coming from her window. For a second, she's tempted to yell out for her mom but she reminded herself she's 16.

Clary crawled out of the covers and peeked through the window. She sighed in relief when she saw it was Jace.

She didn't know while her back was turned, someone snuck into her closet.

Clary left the room to let Jace in and thanked God that her mom was stuck at the gallery. "So this is your room." Jace looked around at her olive green walls.

"Yeah," Clary spoke uneasily and sat on her bed awkwardly.

Jace noticed and laughed. "No it's just you can learn a lot about a person by their room. Ya know what they put on their walls, etc etc."

Clary nodded slowly. "What does my room say about me?" Jace looked closer at the pictures on the walls, her sketches.

"You're creative, rash and clumsy-" Clary interrupted.

"Rash and clumsy? How can you get that from my room?"

Jace smirked. "There's a hole in the wall over here, you probably stood on a unsteady chair to put that piece up and fell." Clary sighed, she thought she covered it up well enough.

"You're good." She finished and Jace nodded.

"I'm very good." Jace raised his eyebrows in suggestion.

Clary felt an itch at the back of her neck but refused to scratch it. "I know." She paused. "But why are you here?"

Jace's eyes darted back to her artwork. "My adoptive mother kind of kicked me out, she'll be fine with mein a few hours but I had to get out or she might actually send me off to some boarding school."

Clary sighed. "So you thought 'hey why not relieve my tension by screwing the virgin?'" Clary chuckled to be sure he knew she was joking. Mostly.

Jace tensed up. "You know I could try to defend myself, make up some lie to make you fall in love with me but I need you to know the truth." Clary held her breath.

"I was stupid and blind for not seeing you before. All I wanted to see was girls that wouldgive me what I want. But then you hit that ball at Sebastian-"

Jace sighed. "It was like the ball hit me, knocked some sense into me."

"Jace, for once in your life, stop talking." Clary teased and stepped closer. "Prove it to me. I learned to not trust a boy's words many times, actions are what earn my trust."

The power came back on and the phone began to ring. Clary picked up the one in her room and answered.

"Hello?"

"Clary? It's Simon!"

"Simon? I'm kind of busy-"

"This is important. Leave your room as if I'm telling you someone got hurt-I think there's someone in your room. They're on live on instagram,it looks like they're in your closet."

"Simon oh my god I'm on my way!" Clary grabbed Jace's hand and pulled him out of her room and downstairs. "Do you have a car?" Jace nodded. "Good."

Clary and Jace got into his car before she told him the truth. "Simon called me saying there was someone in my room, that they were on instagram live." Jace pulled out of the driveway.

"Call the cops now."