Seventy Follows! You guys are amazing. You're literally blowing my mind. I've been reading the reviews like a crazy person, seeing if you guys liked the story so far, and you seem to love reading the story as much as I love writing it. Without you guys I would just be a sixteen year old girl with a laptop and a stack of books. So, keep being awesome and enjoy this chapter. I'll be reading Obsidian (Daemon Black is sooo HOT. I'm pretty sure there's drool on my book.) Alright, enough about cute guys. Get reading!

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Chapter Songs:

**Bird Set Free by Sia (Scene 1)

**Choose by Longfellow (Scene 2)

Clary was in that state when you're not exactly asleep, but not exactly awake either. She knew where she was, but then again she didn't. And she wasn't entirely happy, but she wasn't upset or angry either. It was a difficult state to describe, but Clary was in it. There was no stress, no worries, just . . . nothing. What she wouldn't give to always be like this. To not have to worry about missions, her parents, and those stupid golden eyes that seem to keep popping into her head. The thought made Clary suddenly start to slip out of that peaceful state. She didn't like that Jace was on her mind, she wanted it to stop, but she couldn't help what her mind did when she was asleep. Jace was trouble and—

Clary's train of thought was lost in that instant, her alarm clock's blaring filled the quiet room. The noise made her want to kill something. Clary reached out and pounded her fist against the top of the clock, willing it to just shut up. When it finally did, she groaned and buried her head into the softness of her pillow. Today was going to be her first day at Idris High. It was hard enough that she had to deal with Golden Boy, now she got the full package. His girlfriend, friends, teammates, even his teachers. Clary had to do her research on every single one of them. She couldn't rule out anyone at this point. Right now, everyone was a potential suspect and that's how she would treat them.

With a sigh, Clary removed herself from the bed that was way too comfortable. The beds at The Academy were like bricks, but she'd gotten used to it. But this bed was like a cloud. A cloud that she never wanted to leave. It sucked having to wake up at the crack of dawn after a week of sleeping in, but she had a job to do—a job that wasn't going to do itself. One of the many benefits of the house was that she got her own bathroom. It was across from her bed and adjacent to the closet. Clary trailed over to it, running her hands through the rats nest she called her hair. After getting her fingers stuck in multiple tangles, she cursed and blew it out of her face. If there was one thing she hated, it was her hair. It made her stick out like a sore thumb, but it was something her mother gave her so she refused to change it.

After her shower, Clary got dressed and walked over to the ceramic desk sitting on the other side of her room. On it sat her case of weapons. She couldn't go all out with the weapons—much to her dismay. Clary needed to be subtle, to blend in. If she brought attention to herself it would only cause problems. Although, she was perfectly okay with breaking some asshole's arm for touching her. She had a line and it was not to be crossed. Clary made that clear at The Academy and she would make it clear there too.

Clary unzipped the case and got a full view of her weapons, wanting to take them all, but settling for just a few. She tucked a small gun into her jeans, making sure it was covered by her black zip-up jacket. Multiple throwing knives were attached to her belt and a tracker that she had to remember to put on Herondale's book-bag. Clary needed to be able to find him whenever she needed to, even if most of her classes were with him. She checked her watch—which was also a phone just in case she needed to contact The Agency or call for backup—seeing that it was about time Herondale woke up.

Stephen and Celine came back during the weekend after speaking with The Agency so Clary wasn't surprised to see them both downstairs. But Clary was surprised to see that Jace was already dressed and ready to go too. He was sitting at the kitchen table with a half eaten piece of toast in his hand. He glanced up when she came into the room, but he didn't say anything. Celine and Stephen took notice of her and Clary quickly withdrew her gaze from Jace. Celine smiled at her. It was surprising, considering what they were going through.

"Good morning, Clary." She turned from her spot at the stove. "Breakfast is on the counter. I could make you a cup of coffee too if you'd like."

Clary shook her head. "No that won't be necessary. Just breakfast is fine."

Another smile was directed at Clary, this time from Stephen. "Well let us know if you need anything. We appreciate everything you're doing for us and we want to help any way we can."

"Don't worry about it." She waved a hand. "I'm just doing my job."

Stephen nodded, grabbing a muffin from the counter and motioning for Celine to follow him. "We should be back this evening." Celine took his hand and let him lead her out of the room, yelling "Have a nice day!" before they left.

Clary took her plate of breakfast and ate, not bothering to give Herondale any of her attention. She was done in record time and, after washing her dish, was back on the move. But as soon as she turned around she saw that Herondale was right behind her, but at a safe enough distance that wouldn't piss her off. She leaned against the sink and finally looked at him. He was dressed in a short-sleeved black shirt and dark jeans that hung low on his hips. His blonde curls spilled over his forehead like he didn't care, but Clary knew he most likely spent an hour on it. He was attractive, she wasn't stupid enough to deny that. But his attraction meant nothing to her. He was still an arrogant douchebag.

"Can I help you?" She asked when his golden gaze stayed on her. She knew now that they were his mother's—it was about the only thing he got from her. He was a spitting image of Stephen otherwise.

"So how are we doing this?" He shoved his hands in his pockets, leaning against the counter. "School, I mean."

Clary shrugged. "My school schedule puts me in your classes and the people you hang out with. It gives me time to study them, and watch you."

"So I'll get to see you more?" He asked, almost as if he weren't thinking. He cleared his throat. "I mean, since you've been like a ghost lately."

"Yeah . . ." Clary pinched her brows together. "I was just watching from afar, keeping my distance. I'll be doing the same at school."

"Right, well we better get going." He seemed to shake him self out of whatever daze he was in. That sly smirk that she'd become accustomed to appeared on his face. "Don't want to be late for you first day of school." He teased.

Clary's eyes narrowed at the blonde. "I'm not a child. Besides, I've already graduated high school. The only reason I'm there is because of you. I could fail all of my classes if I wanted to."

Herondale crossed his arms. "How is that exactly? You're what? Fourteen? And you've already graduated high school, that makes no sense."

"For your information, dickwad." She took a step closer to him. "I'm sixteen, almost seventeen. And is it so hard to believe that I'm smarter than you and most people our age?" Clary stopped, standing right in from of him with their shoes touching. "Are you calling me stupid, Herondale?"

Jace's eyes widened as he held his hands up in surrender. "I never said you were stupid. And really? Sixteen?"

Clary wanted to hurt him so bad—so terribly bad—but she held back. Her fists clenched at her sides and her gaze focused on the wall over his shoulder. "If I were you," she said without looking at him. "I would get the hell away from me. Far away from me."

He grimaced. "Was it something I said?"

Clary wasn't looking at him, but she knew. She knew that that stupid smirk was plastered on his face. But all it took was one look from her before he saw that she wasn't kidding. Clary watched as he all but scrambled away from her, grabbing his keys before he exited the house. Clary followed, bringing her book-bag with her. She gathered her hair into a knot at the back of her head to keep it out of her face. Passing a mirror at the end of the hall, Clary saw that she looked kind of normal. With her black hoodie, jeans, and white converses, she looked like an average high school student. It was what she wanted, but she hated being so . . . mundane. She looked like a loser.

When she got outside, Clary saw that Jace was leaning against his car with his book-bag hanging off one of his shoulders. She walked past him, shoving a tracker onto his book-bag and glaring at him when he opened his mouth to question it. He closed his mouth and walked over to the drivers side of his vehicle. Clary hopped onto her bike and started it up.

"Hey asshole!" She yelled over to him before he got into his car. Jace's head whipped around towards her, his brows raised. Clary grinned. "Try not to forget how to drive this time." She watched as his golden eyes narrowed. Jace slipped into his car and Clary listened for the purr before she popped on her helmet.

The ride to Idris High wasn't long at all. She'd barely gotten comfortable on her bike before her and Herondale were pulling into the parking lot. Clary broke away from him, finding a better place to park and allowing him to do whatever he did before school started. Being with him would only draw attention to herself. He was a star football player and a pretty good looking guy. Of course he would grab attention, but Clary didn't want that. She wasn't there to make friends or improve her social status, she was there to do her job. To protect Herondale. No matter how infuriating he was.

Clary parked her bike in a far corner, away from the rest of the school. There was no way she would let any of those hormonal crazed teenagers touch her bike. After taking off her helmet and cutting the engine, Clary removed herself from her bike and started towards the school. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie as she walked, glancing around the parking lot. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but hey, she was carrying a freaking gun in her jeans so anything was possible. The school looked a little run down. The "d" on Idris High was faded, making the school look like it was called "Iris High". Clary shrugged and walked through the front doors, blending in with the rest of the students trying to get inside. The office was to the left, she remembered. Clary broke away from the crowd, opening the door to the roomy office. At the desk sat a woman looking to be around forty or so. Clary walked up to her to see a familiar set of blue eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a professional looking bun as she typed on her computer. The woman stopped as soon a she arrived and gave Clary her full attention.

"Hey, Clary. Luke told me you were coming today." She said in a quiet voice, her blue eyes scanning the room.

"Nice to see you again, Amatis."

"You too. Now," Amatis typed something on her computer, making the printer come to life. She grabbed the paper and handed it to Clary. "This is your schedule. I'll be here if you need anything."

Clary nodded, folded the paper, and slipped it into her back pocket. "Thanks, I'll be sure to check in." She smiled at the older woman and began walking towards the office door, being ready for this day to end already.

"And Clary?"

Clary turned back to Amatis, raising both brows. The woman glanced at her before going back to typing on her computer. "Tell Lucian to pick up the damn phone. I've been trying to contact him for a week. I may be retired, but that doesn't mean that I can't still kick his ass."

Clary laughed. "Sure thing, Amatis." It was going to be nice having another Agent around, whether she was retired or not. Luke's older sister was amazing and watching those to banter was always entertaining. They were similar to Clary and Jon in that way, always making jabs at each other. Jon was more than just her brother, he was her best friend, her rock. The only thing they had when their parents died was each other. Clary probably wouldn't have been able to continue training at The Academy if it wasn't for Jon's encouragement. She was where she was now because of him. Jon was really protective of her, but he soon learned that she was more than capable of protecting herself. But he was still as adamant about it, telling her that she was all he had left and he wasn't going to lose her. Clary still liked that he cared about her. She didn't have a lot of people in her life that did.

Her locker was down the hall and to the right. Clary found her locker number and sighed. It was on freaking the top. She stood on her tippy toes and attempted to open the locker, putting in the combination, but it jammed. After the third attempt, Clary bit her lip and resisted the urge to take a crowbar and force the thing open. Just when she was about try again, a hand covered hers and began twisting the dial. Clary looked behind her to see a boy around her age. He had dark, coffee colored eyes that were hidden behind a pair of glasses. His hair had that "just got out of bed" look, but not in a good way. And his form was gangly in a way, almost as if he weren't comfortable in his own skin. He was wearing a simple band tee with very worn out jeans. Needless to say, this guy was a geek. But he wasn't ugly, just . . . cute.

"These lockers are from the stone age, it requires the help of Jesus Christ himself to get them open." He said, looking down at the paper in her hand and turning the dial. Moments later, the locker door sprung open with a small squeak. Clary put a few books inside then closed it, turning back to the nerd. He pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose and looked down at her. "I'm Simon by the way. Simon Lewis."

God, he was like a small puppy. She felt like if she tried to talk to him that he would run away, frightened. "Hey, I'm Clary Mor—Fray. Clary Fray." She wanted to slap herself for almost letting that slip. But the Lewis guy didn't seem to notice, thankfully.

"I haven't seen you around. Are you new here?" He asked, shyly.

Clary nodded. "Yeah, it's my first day."

"Oh, where are you from?"

Clary already had her story perfected. She could answer any question, whatever it was. "Connecticut." She said, because who the hell knew anyone from Connecticut?

"Cool, well welcome to Idris High. What's your first—"

But he didn't get to finish, because a group of people passed—that Clary assumed were the popular kids—and knocked the books Simon was holding onto the floor.

"Nice shirt, Rat Boy." One guy crookedly ginned at him.

"Screw you, Verlac."

Clary glanced up to see the face of Sebastian Verlac. Everything about him was dark. His eyes, which were filled with amusement, were practically black. His hair was the same color as his eyes and his nose was a little big on his face, but it kind of worked. She could see why he was popular, but that still didn't give him an excuse for treating people like crap. Clary watched as Simon moved to pick up his things, but Verlac took advantage and stuck his foot out as Simon passed. The smaller boy pitched forward, bracing himself for a fall. Clary felt bad for the kid, she really did. So with a roll of her eyes, Clary reached out and wrapped her hand around the back of Simon's shirt, yanking him back up into a standing position. The momentum slammed him back into the lockers, but Clary ignored it as she stood in front of him, getting between him and Verlac.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Clary asked. She'd dealt with bullies at The Academy. They were jealous of her and felt threatened by her. They didn't like that she was better than them so they tried their best to bring her down. Clary once had to fight off five people at once because they wanted her out of their way. But she wasn't going to let the same thing happen to Simon. Even if he was just a dork.

"Got a girlfriend now Lewis?" Verlac chided. "You can't fight your own battles so you got a girl to do it for you?" He smirked, looking down at Clary. "A tiny little thing a that."

Okay, it wasn't even ten minutes into the school day and Clary was already done with these people. At this point, she didn't care about her reputation or how much attention would be drawn to her. This was about proving a point. Clarissa Morgenstern was not a push-over. Verlac looked at her with a smug expression, thinking that he'd won this debacle. Clary's lip tipped up at one corner as she gripped the boy's shoulders, connecting her knee to the idiot's manhood. His breath came out in a whoosh and he dropped to his knees in that instant, gripping his junk.

Clary heard a few "holy shits" and "damns", but she disregarded it as she looked down at the boy on his knees, giving him an innocent look.

"How tiny do I look now?"

The boy just grunted. Clary turned back to Simon and motioned for him to go pick up his things as she narrowed her eyes at Sebastian. "Leave Simon alone. That goes for all of you." Clary pointed at the few people behind Verlac. They were staring at her in shock. Clary grabbed Simon's arm and led him down the hallway. She stopped once they turned the corner, running her hands over her face. Maybe that wasn't the best decision she'd ever made. She was supposed to be blending in, but she was pretty sure kneeing some guy in the groin on her first day wouldn't go unnoticed. Needless to say, she was screwed.

"Woah—I can't believe you just—holy crap! Are you insane?"

Clary put her hands on her hips. "You shouldn't let them push you around like that, Simon."

He shrugged. "I'm used to it. I've been Verlac's and Herondale's personal punching bag since my freshman year."

"Well not anymore." Clary said. "Not if I have anything to do about it." She would surely kick Herondale's ass if she caught him bullying Simon and hopefully Verlac got the message.

"No offense, but I don't want your help." His gaze dropped to the floor. "It'll only make it worse."

Clary nodded slowly. "You're right. I just . . . don't take too kindly to bullies." That much was true. People like Verlac disgusted her.

There was loud, shrilling bell that sounded throughout the school. Clary sighed and glanced down at her first class. She knew the school already from the blueprints she got. That file that Luke gave her was pretty handy. So after saying her goodbyes to Lewis, Clary began walking towards the class.

Trigonometry with Mr. Carstairs

This was one of the classes she had with Herondale. She was sure he'd already heard the news about what she did to Verlac, but knowing that it would get a rise out of him made the situation not so bad. It was amusing seeing him get angry. It was exactly how she felt whenever he opened his mouth. But Clary was there simply to watch him, so she wasn't really interested in the classes or the people. Her hands were in the pockets of her hoodie when she walked inside of the classroom. She found a seat at the back of the room. The teachers were under strict instructions not to make her presence a big deal. Clary plopped down into the seat lazily and looked up at the board. There was a problem on a bulletin board off to the left. It was labeled "Problem of the Year". It was probably a problem students have been working on for months. The school year was coming to an end, with it being spring. Someone should have figured it out by now.

Clary figured she would humor herself and do the problem in her head as she waited for class to begin. It wasn't until the late bell rang that she got the answer. The problem was pretty hard, she would admit that. But she figured it out nonetheless—in less than five minutes if she might add. Students began filing into the classroom, looking like they didn't want to be there. One particular student caught her eye. He was holding a bag of grapes in one of his tanned hands, popping them into his mouth as he walked. Clary wanted to snatch the bag and run into a corner to devour them. She absolutely loved grapes. The guy must have noticed her eyeing the bag and removed a grape, holding it up in question. Clary grinned and nodded, signaling for him to toss it. He raised a brow, but tossed the grape in her direction. Clary tipped her head back and caught the grape in her mouth.

"Nice." The boy said, taking a seat in front of her. He turned around and Clary got a view of his hazel-green eyes. He held out his hand to her. Clary took it, but only because he gave her grapes. "The names Jordan. Jordan Kyle. You are?"

Clary rolled her eyes at his "James Bond" imitation, but she played along. "The names Clary. Clary Fray." She pointed to his bag of grapes. "And I have a feeling I'm going to be needing more of those."

"No problem." He shrugged. "Mi grapes, es su grapes."

"You, Jordan, are a life saver." She said, taking a grape from the bag and popping it into her mouth.

"Don't mention it, Fray." He smiled and turned back around.

The room fell silent as another figure walked into the room. Clary guessed it was hard not to notice his presence. Herondale walked into the room, bringing an arrogant aura with him. He didn't look as relaxed as she'd seen him when they first met, he looked kind of . . . tense. His golden gaze scanned the room and narrowed once they landed on her. He brushed past people and stood in front of her desk, a little to her right.

"What the actual fuck, Clary?!" He whisper yelled.

Clary bit her lip, holding back a grin. She feigned confusion. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Herondale."

He was shooting daggers into her now. "You haven't been here one day and you've already succeeded in kneeing one of my friends in the groin. That's great. Way to stay under the radar."

"He was messing with Lewis." She shrugged.

"Rat boy?" His brows furrowed. "What were you doing with him?"

"Yeah, about that," Clary noted. "You better leave him alone. If I hear that you or that idiot Verlac have been messing with him, I will make sure that both of you never see the light of day."

"You're supposed to be protecting me remember? Not some nerd."

"And I said I would still kick your ass, remember?"

Jace scoffed. "Just stay the hell away from me." He said loud enough for the people around to hear. But Clary didn't have to turn around to know that he took the seat behind her. So much for staying away.

"God, does your whole PMSing thing ever end?" She sank deeper into her seat.

Clary heard Jordan chuckle in front of her. "No." He said, glancing back at Jace.

"Really, Jordan?" Jace uttered behind her.

"What? She's right." Jordan grinned at her.

"Thank you." Clary said.

Jace scoffed. "So, what are you two friends now?"

Clary turned back to Jordan. "Something like that." She watched as the boy removed another grape from the bag. He shook his head and chuckled when he saw her looking at it then flicked it over to her. She caught it just like the last one and nodded a thank you to him. Clary was sure she heard another scoff and a muttered "unbelievable" from Herondale.

Clary quieted down as the teacher came in. He was tall and slender, and he had a kind of youthful glow. Clary guessed it was his silvery hair and matching eyes that gave off that impression. He seemed nice enough, but still, Clary wouldn't let her guard down. Not for anyone. She saw Mr. Carstairs look her way, but he redirected his gaze a moment later, ignoring the fact that she was there. Good.

"Okay, class. Last time we were working on how to find the coterminal angle. Can anyone tell me what that is?"

A girl in the front of the class raised her hand. The teacher nodded to her. "Coterminal angles are two angles that have a sum that is a multiple of 360 degrees."

"Yes, Helen. That is correct. Now," He clicked a button on the small remote in his hand, making a projection appear on the board. "I want you to find the coterminal angles of these angles up here." He pointed to the board. There were a collection of groans and Mr. Carstairs rolled his eyes. "Oh deal with it, I don't want to be here either." With that he sat at his desk chair and looked out at the class.

Clary glanced at the screen out of boredom, figuring out the answers in less than a minute. She watched as others solved the problems on a piece of paper or with calculators. God, what she would give to be in bed right now. This class was way too easy for her. Clary closed her eyes and rested her head on her desk, ready to take a nap while the class took their good old time figuring out the simple problems. She wasn't even down for two minutes before she felt someone's pencil poke her in the shoulder. Letting out a slow breath, Clary turned to face Herondale and all of his golden glory.

"What?" She looked down to see that he was done already. His paper was filled with neat scribbles of numbers.

And he called Simon a dork.

Herondale used his pencil to point up at the board. "You're supposed to be solving those, not napping."

"I already solved them." She said, annoyed.

"Let me see your paper then."

"I don't need paper, Herondale." She tapped her head. "It's all up here."

"Not possible." He crossed his arms in challenge.

"Yes poss—"

"Ms. Fray."

Clary turned back around to see the teacher's gaze on her. She sat back in her seat. "Yeah?"

"Since you feel the need to talk in my class, what's the answer to the problem." He pointed to the first problem on the board, but Clary wasn't looking at that one.

Clary grinned, knowingly. "X equals zero, X equals four pi divided by three, and X equals two pi." She answered, confidently.

Multiple students turned around to give her an incredulous look, including the teacher. "No offense, but in what universe is that the answer to this problem?"

"I wasn't talking about that problem." Clary nodded her head over to the bulletin board and the teacher's eyes widened.

Mr. Carstairs held up a finger. "One second." He abandoned his spot at the board to shuffle around on his desk. After finding what he was looking for, he scanned the paper quickly. Seconds later, he placed the paper back where it was and looked up at her. "That's . . . right."

Clary shrugged. "Of course it is." There were still people staring at her. She looked around with a frown on her face. "What?"

Jordan turned around, his face the same as everyone else's. "We've been trying to figure that out for the entire year." He said, a smile appearing on his face.

Clary raised a brow. "Sorry?" She didn't see the big deal.

Jordan shook his head. "Don't be. Carstairs said if we figured it out, he wouldn't give out homework for the rest of the year."

The teacher nodded. "Yes, and I'm a man of my word so," He motioned to Clary. "Thank Ms. Fray for relieving you from your homework duties for the remainder of the year." He didn't look upset by it, which made Clary think he used it as an excuse to not grade papers. It was one less thing Clary had to worry about. Jordan turned around to face her fully and placed the entire bag of grapes onto her desk. Clary watched as he put his hands together and bowed his head towards her. With a laugh, Clary took the grapes. "You're giving me all of them?"

He nodded. "You deserve them. The homework was bringing my grade down. You may have just saved me, Fray."

"Don't be dramatic." She rolled her eyes, but she gladly ate some grapes.

"I'm not. You don't know how long I've been waiting for someone to figure that out." He ran a hand through the dark waves atop his head. "You should've showed up months ago."

Clary smiled. "Thanks, Jordan. It's nice to know that all the guys here aren't assholes." She nodded her head behind her.

"Me an asshole?" He held a hand to his chest. "Never. I'm a chivalrous kind of guy."

She pointed at him. "Now that'll get you some chicks."

Jordan shook his head. "Not the one that I want, apparently."

"Well, I think that girl is an idiot." Clary said, eating another grape. "Do I need to knock some sense into her?"

Jordan opened his mouth to speak, but a throat cleared at the front of the classroom. Clary had almost forgotten that she was in a classroom. Mr. Carstairs gave Jordan a look that said "shut up". Jordan grimaced.

"I'll get back to you on that." He said before he turned back around.

Clary didn't have to turn around to know that there was a gaze burning into her back. She could feel his eyes on her. But it only made the situation that much more amusing. Clary sat back further into her seat and grinned.

"Definitely."

.o.O.o.

Jace was pissed. Beyond pissed.

But the crazy thing was, he didn't even know what made him so angry. When he'd found out what Clary had done to Sebastian, he wasn't happy. She had no right to do that. Clary wasn't there to help out that geek Lewis, she was there to watch him. She wasn't doing a very good job of that lately. Before this morning, he hadn't really seen her since she slammed that door in his face Saturday night. She'd locked herself in her room and left him to do whatever. Something could've happened to him while she was off doing God knows what.

And what the hell was up with her and Jordan? He swore they haven't stopped talking since he got there and it was pissing him off. Jace had been trying to get her not to hate him for two days, but five minutes with Jordan and she's all smiles and laughs? He hoped that she was pretending. Clary couldn't seriously like him. Jordan was funny and all, but he was nothing compared to Jace. Nobody was.

Jace looked down, seeing that he had a tight grip on his pencil to where he could see the white of his knuckles. Mr. Carstairs had finally got the two of them to stop talking, but that didn't stop him from glaring at the redhead in front of him. What the hell was she up to? There had to be reason why she was doing all of this. It was obvious that none of Jace's friends were a threat. He would've been able to tell if someone wasn't who they said they were. But Clary insisted on infiltrating his group of friends. God, how would he ever get Kaelie to shut up after she found out? It would take an act of God, Jace knew that much.

"Take a picture, It'll last longer."

Clary's voice broke his reverie, making him stop his glaring. He had no idea how she knew he was doing it, but nothing really surprised him anymore. Not since he'd met her. "Ooh, where'd you get that line?" Jace said sarcastically.

"From your book of course." She said, never turning around.

"I'm not that tacky."

"That's your opinion."

Jesus Christ, she was frustrating. "What's your incentive with Jordan?" Jace asked quietly.

Clary glanced back at him and he got full view of her emerald green eyes. They were staring at him with the bored expression he was used to. "What makes you think I have an incentive?"

Jace couldn't tell what she was thinking, he hated that. "You're never nice unless you're pretending. So what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"My job." Was all she said before she whipped back around.

Jace got a whiff of her shampoo when she did. It smelled like strawberries. He never would've guessed. Interesting. With a sigh, Jace turned his attention back to his trigonometry teacher. He couldn't wait to get the hell out of there. Being with her always left him either fuming or confused. And right now he was somewhere in the middle. Jace wished he knew something about this girl. Maybe if she wasn't so enigmatic, it would be an easier process. But no, Clary was as stubborn as they come. Jace figured they would never get along. They were like water and oil.

But Jace couldn't help that a small part of him wanted them to work. Wanted them to be civil to each other. Clary was . . . different and he wanted to know why—besides the obvious reason of her being an Agent. Something happened to her to make her like this. Jace didn't have a clue as to what it was, but he had a gut feeling that it wasn't good.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Jace had all his stuff packed and was out of the door before anyone else. He knew her eyes were on him, watching him as he walked away. It was her job, but it still felt weird knowing that someone was watching him. Whether it was the redhead or someone else. But he decided to push those thoughts to the back of his head as he made his way to his next class.

.o.O.o.

Clary sat at a table in the back of the cafeteria during lunch time with her head resting on the table. She felt drained. Her life had never been this . . . boring. She needed some entertainment quick or she just might die from boredom. Herondale was somewhere in the cafeteria, probably at the popular table. Clary really didn't care. As long as he was alive, that was all she bothered to know. After a moment of her sitting there, Clary felt someone sit down across from her. Fingers tapped the table next to her head. Clary groaned like a kid that didn't want to get out of bed. The person chuckled.

"Come on, Fray."

Clary slowly picked up her head to see Jordan Kyle. Again. She'd already done her research on him. There wasn't anything suspicious that would make her worry about him, but she still trusted no one. But maybe a few friends would be nice and Jordan seemed like a nice guy. Although they wouldn't be real friends, Clary only had a select few of those. They would just be someone to talk to while she was trapped in this hell-hole. "What's up?" She asked.

"I'm not letting you sit by yourself." He stood and motioned for her to follow. "You can sit with us."

"But that would contradict my misanthropy." Clary said, but she stood anyway and followed him. It was about time she met the rest of the group. Herondale had a big circle of friends and the sooner she got information the better.

Jordan shook his head. "You're not a misanthrope. You like me too much for that."

"Oh yeah?" Clary put her hands in her pockets. "What makes you think that?"

"Because I gave you my grapes. So, you kind of have no choice." He shrugged.

"I don't think you have the right logic," Clary raised a brow at him. "But I'll go with it anyway."

He chuckled as they approached the table. "Good choice, Fray."

Clary looked away from Jordan to see a large number of eyes on her. She remembered the dark gaze of the boy that was currently holding an ice pack to his groin. The look on his face was priceless. She could imagine that he was picturing her getting run over by a school bus in his head. There were a couple girls at the table, Clary knew who they were from the file. Isabelle Lightwood, Aline Penhallow, and Maia Roberts. The guys at the table were all familiar. Alec Lightwood, Sebastian Verlac, and Jace Herondale. His eyes hadn't left her since she got there. For someone that didn't like her, Jace sure did look at her a lot.

"Hey guys, this is—"

"Clary." The girl, Isabelle, finished. She looked Clary up and down. "We know. Jace told us about her. But even if he didn't, everyone is talking about how the new girl took away Sebastian's manhood." Isabelle grinned. "It's too bad though, I've been wanting to do that for years."

"Oh shut up, Isabelle." Sebastian snapped.

"Bite me." The girl turned back to Clary, flicking her raven hair over her shoulder and patting the table excitedly. "Have a seat."

Clary did, reluctantly. She wasn't a big fan of being told what to do. Jordan sat next to her with Sebastian to his right and Clary to his left. Isabelle sighed and turned to Jace, bumping him. "Switch sides with Clary, I want to talk to her." She glared at him when he opened his mouth to protest.

Jace got up, muttering a string of curse words as he did. Clary smiled smugly and moved to sit next to Isabelle.

"So, Clary. Where are you from? And why the hell are you living with Jace?"

"You're living with him?" Jordan asked.

Clary nodded, glancing at Jace. "Sadly, yes." She grinned when his eyes narrowed. "I lived in Connecticut with my parents before they decided to take a trip without me. Jace's parents offered to watch out for me while they were gone."

"Ooh, so you're staying?" Isabelle asked.

"Yeah. For now at least."

The girl squealed, making Clary raise both brows. "Yay. We needed more girls." Isabelle took a piece of her hair and Clary had to hold back her reflexes. "I absolutely love this color. It's like fire."

"Thanks?" Clary didn't know if that was a compliment or not. She wasn't used to those.

"Izzy, you're not turning my friend into one of your personal dolls." Jordan said.

"Jordan's right." The other girl, Maia, said. Jordan looked at her, a surprised look on his face. Clary grinned. It looked like she found Jordan's girl. She would get those two together. That was a promise. "We know what it's like to go through one of your makeovers, and Clary here doesn't deserve that."

Jace chuckled, looking up from his box of candy. "I wouldn't be so—"

The rest of his sentence was cut off when Clary slammed her foot on top of his. Jace choked up, but passed it off as a cough when the table gave him weird looks. Clary smiled sweetly at him, but her eyes told a different story and she hoped he got the message.

"Thank you." Clary said.

"You guys love my makeovers and you know it." Isabelle pouted. "And so will Clary."

Clary grinned, bumping the older girl's shoulder a little. "We'll see." But Clary knew hell would freeze over before she let that girl give her a makeover.

The girl clapped her hands together in an excited gesture. "I'll take it."

Clary spent the next five minutes answering questions from Herondale's friends. Sebastian even asked a few, which surprised her. Jace wasn't saying anything and Clary found that odd. Whenever she was around him, all he did was ask questions. Now when he had the perfect opportunity, he chose to shut up. He might have been the stupidest—

"Jacey!" A nasally voice interrupted the current conversation at the table. There were multiple reactions. Isabelle, Aline, and Maia scoffed. Jordan just seemed uninterested. Sebastian only checked her out. But Jace, his only reaction was slightly widened eyes. Clary looked up at the girl, assessing her. She was blonde, like Jace, but it didn't exactly look natural. Her eyes were a stunning blue. She was tall and slender, having a body that every girl wanted. Her outfit consisted of a blood red tank top, dark jeans, and red heels that looked to be at least five inches. Her red painted lips tipped up at the corner as she swayed over to Jace, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was then that Clary was able to put the name with the face.

Kaelie Whitewillow.

The girlfriend.

.o.O.o.

Jace sat there as Kaelie wrapped her arms around him, completely frozen. He knew this day would come, but not this soon. Not to be rude or anything, but he didn't want Kaelie there. Especially if the main topic of the conversation was Clary. Jace didn't know how, but he knew those two would not get along. And from the way Clary was looking at Kaelie now, it only confirmed that. Her green eyes narrowed slightly as they drifted down to Kaelie's arms. It was only for a second, but Jace noticed it. He wanted to pry her arms off of him, but the thought was confusing. Why did he suddenly feel guilty for being with her? Kaelie was his . . . actually Jace didn't know what to call her. He always did hate labels. Of course he told Kaelie what she wanted to hear, but that didn't mean it was true. If she wanted to believe that he was only hers, then she could. It was a stupid thing to believe, but whatever helped her sleep at night, right?

Jace noticed that Kaelie's presence put a damper on everyone's mood. He knew they didn't like Kaelie, even if they didn't say it out loud. Well, Isabelle did. He'd known Alec and Isabelle since he was a kid. They'd seen him go through plenty of girls and hated each one. Isabelle was like his mother in that way. She would always push girls on him, thinking they would change him or make him settle. It never worked. This was just who he was, but that didn't mean they had to like it. Jace learned that he didn't care what they thought a while ago. People's opinions meant nothing to him.

"Kaelie." Jace finally answered, removing her arms from around him. "I thought you had a meeting."

Kaelie looked down nudged Jordan, indicating that she wanted to sit. Jordan rolled his eyes and slid to his right, allowing her to take the seat. When she did, she got as close to Jace as she could and wrapped her hands around his bicep. Had she always been this clingy? Jace wondered.

Kaelie flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder. "I did, but it ended early. And I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Jace felt her lips on his neck as she whispered, "I missed you."

Of course you did, Jace wanted to say. He'd almost forgotten what he brought to the table. "I was busy." he shrugged.

She removed her head from his neck and turned to him with a frown. "Busy with what?"

Jace couldn't help it, but his eyes drifted over to Clary. She was listening to something Isabelle was telling her. He watched as she mouthed "kill me" to Jordan, making Jace smile a little. She must have felt his gaze because she looked at him in that instant, furrowing her brows for a moment before looking away. A curly red tendril hung in her face and Jace wanted to reach out and move it. He wondered if she would attempt to break his arm again if he tried. Probably . . .

Kaelie followed his gaze and landed on the redhead. She raised a brow, like she just noticed Clary was there. "Babe." She said, still looking at Clary. "Who's this?"

"This," Isabelle grinned, not allowing Jace to speak. "Is Clary. Jace's new house guest."

Kaelie whipped back to Jace, her blue eyes widening. "I'm sorry. Your new what?!" She all but screamed.

"Ooh, someone's in trouble." Jordan taunted.

Jace looked to see Clary and Kaelie shooting daggers into each other. But if Jace had to put his money on someone, he would be putting it on Clary. Her glare looked a lot more threatening. It wasn't good. Not in the least.

"Well Jace." Kaelie said. "Care to explain?"

Jace groaned, gripping his hair.

Well, shit.

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