I'm back. I can't sleep and I felt like updating sooo yeah.

Clary's pov

Jace had tried following me to the convenience store. All wanted was some junk food and a few arizona teas. What more could a girl ask for? Besides the obvious, of course.

This arrangement won't be so bad as long as he stays away from me. I hope he doesn't expect to share a bed or...anything else. Yuck. Anyways, I was almost to the store. The sun was goin down pretty quickly. My guess was that it was around 6 or 6:30. It would be dark before I got back. Sighing I opened the door, causing a chime to ring.

I searched the aisles for the snacks I wanted. Grabbing those, I headed towards the refrigerated section in the back. I passed the beer and soda, finally approaching my goal. Sweet half and half tea. The perfect mixture or lemonade and tea. I selected seven and went to the check out. The cashier bagged everything while I dug out a twenty.

Once that was all said and done, I started my trek back to our- I mean Jace's- apartment. It felt too weird to say our. As soon as I was in my new room, the door was goin to lock, my music was going to blare, and I was going to soak in the tub enjoying my goodies.

That is if I ever get back. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere in the rapidly diminishing light. I was in a place I didnt recognize at all. The hairs on the end of my arms stood up. I stopped and leaned against the wall. Calming my breathing was my first priority. I really didnt want to have an anxiety attack in the middle of an alley.

I retraced my steps back to the corner store and began again. Only this time, I made it to my destination. I would've been happy but I was soaked from head to toe due to a suprise downpour. I felt like a drowned cat.

The minute I stepped in, Jace began to laugh until he was crying on the floor. I glared at him and stomped up over to my door. I then proceeded to enjoy my evening the way i had planned. My hands drew a hot bath on their own accord. I lowered my freshly naked body into the water for good measure. Just as I had grabbed my bag, my phone rang. Deciding to ignore it, I opened up my chips and feasted.

After getting out of the tub, I pulled on some shorts and a band tee for pajamas. My stomach grumbled. My junk food wasn't enough to satisfy the bottomless pit that I called a stomach. I picked up my phone and it said five missed calls from mom. Ignoring them, I called the nearest chinese restaurant and placed an order for delivery. I wasn't a huge fan of chinese but i had a weird craving.

Needing to get to the door before Jace, I positioned myself on the arm of the couch closest to the entryway. Browsing facebook for about twenty minutes proved to be a useful way to blow time. The buzzer went off and I flew to the handle. I jerked the white contraption out of my way to get to my food. My mouth watered at the smell of seaseme chicken and mushu pork. I quickly payed and tipped the delivery boy. As he left I gave him a saucy wink just to tick Jace off , who had come to stand behind me during the transaction. Jerkball.

"Smells good." He sighed wistfully. I smirked and took a bite just to rub it in his face. Take that asswipe.

"Tastes good too." I smiled. He made a moved for my chicken. I instinctively kicked out. My foot hit home in his gentitals. Whoopsies... I laughed and chewed up food spewed into his hair. Double whoopsies. I giggled and made my way towards my room. He stood and followed me.

"No- no eating in the... bedroom" he wheezed. I stuck my tongue covered in food out. He cringed.

"I already have so Ha Ha!" I crossed the hall and slammed the door in his face for good measure. Trying to take my food like that, mhmm. Not a chance in hell. He needs to learn that this girl likes her food. ! Maybe I should set up a minor prank...

A dirty, crumb covered kitchen and a toilet covered in dark red jello should suffice.

~ time skip to two in the morning~

I set to work on messing up the kitchen. I crumpled chips quietly and spilled some juice. I smeared chocolate and peanut butter on the faucet. I artfully decorated the floor with wrappers and freshly dirtied napkins. He was going to freak.

Next I went to his bathroom, being extra quiet so I didnt wake him up. I had prepared the jello before messing up the kitchen and disposed carefully of the evidence. I smeared it all over and decorated the toilet seat with a jello covered tampon and pads. I found some sort of spray under the sink that smelled like ass and used it. He was going to shit himself in the morning. Serves him right for the itching powder five years ago...

I snuck back into my room and drifted off into a restless sleep, anxious for tomorrow's reaction.