The car ride to the city of Alicante was short, but comforting to Clary. She did not mind having some time to herself. She could see the city lights from a mile away. She sighed as the car door is opened for her, and she stepped out onto the sidewalk.

The streets are lit brightly with colorful lights and decorations. Everyone seemed happy and like they are enjoying themselves. Clary walked down the street and spotted her parents, talking around a circle of people. She turned in hope of avoiding them and made her way down to the main street.

"Clary!" Someone called from behind her. She turned and saw that it was one of her childhood friends, Isabelle Lightwood. Her dress was long sleeved, sparkly and dark blue it went down to her knees. Really bringing out her blue eyes.

"Oh hey." Clary said. "Where's Alec?"

"Oh he's with Max. He wanted a candy apple." Isabelle smiled. "You look great."

"Thank you. You do too." Clary replied.

"Do you want a drink?" Isabelle asks, tilting her head. Clary shook her head.

"Not right now, I don't want to get drunk in the first ten minutes of the party." Isabelle laughed.

"Well I do! Come walk with me." Isabelle looped her arm in Clary's and began walking. Clary glanced back and forth, observing her surroundings. She spots Jonathan standing with someone by the fountain in the central square.

She couldn't get a good look of the boy before she was pulled away by Isabelle. They walked the familiar streets of Alicante, making their way to the food and drink stands that sit on the sides of the roads. Clary stood by the side while Isabelle got her drink.

Isabelle siped it as they made their way to the park, where a lot of people are waiting for the annual Christmas fireworks.

"Clary you have to try this, it's amazing." Isabelle's words began to slur when she spoke, an indication that she's slightly drunk. Clary shook her head again.

"I don't want to drink tonight." Clary says remembering the last time she got drunk, and shivered, as Isabelle lifted her arms and begins to sway her hips to the music.

"Aww look at that cutie over there." She said and pointed at the boy with brown hair standing by the wall. Clary looked over and recognized him right away. Simon Lewis, the daylighter.

The Accords let him live in the city due to their promise to protect him from other Downworlders.

"Isabelle, he's a Downworlder." Clary muttered out. Isabelle continued to sway.

"Who cares? I've dated my share fair share of Downworld hotties. I'll see you later Clary." Isabelle began to makes her way to Simon.

Alone, Clary sighed. She walked to where there were't many people around and sat on the hill by a tree, with a perfect view of the sky. She did not know why everyone desires to be up close when fireworks look much more beautiful from afar.

She could tell the temperature had dropped from when she first got there, it had began to get really cold. Shivering she pulled out her stele from her jacket and drew a stamina rune on her cold arms. Slowly the effects of the cold become less and less noticeable to her.

She smiled, feeling relieved. The voices of the crowd down the hill began to grow silent as loud bells rang through the city. The crowd began to cheer, meaning the fireworks should start any time now.

"Are you excited?" A voice asks from behind Clary. She turned and see a boy with blond hair and gold eyes. She knew instantly who he was.

He's Stephen Herondale's son who was adopted by Michael Wayland. She had always known him but had never had an actual conversation with him.

"Yes, are you?" Clary replied. The boy simply nodded.

"May I sit?"

"Sure." The golden boy sat down beside Clary and leaned back onto his elbows.

"My name is Jace Wayland."

"I'm Clary Morgenstern." Clary played with her fingers, nervously. She isn't used to having conversations like this with strangers, much less men.

"Morgenstern, huh?" Jace replied. "So you're Jonathan's sister?" Shocked, she looked at him.

"Yeah? Did my brother say anything about me to you?" Clary felt the blood rush from her cheeks when she heard the mention of her brother. Jace shrugged.

"No, he just said he had a little sister." He said.

"Oh." Clary replied as she stared at the starry sky.

"It's cold isn't it?" Jace moved from his elbows to his back. Clary shrugged.

"Do you have a stamina rune on too?" He smiled.

"Of course." Clary replied. She tried not to look at the golden boy sitting next to her. But could not resist the urge. She turned quickly only to discover that he was staring at her.

"What are you look at?" Clary asked.

"Umm...Your hair." Jace replied hastily. Clary raised an eyebrow and asked,

"Why?"

"It's really red. I like it." Jace replied as he reached out and pulled on one of her fiery red curls. Clary flinched and pulled away with a fear that he might hit her, all thanks to Jonathan and Valentine.

"I'm sorry." Jace mumbled.

"No. It's fine." Clary replied, trying not to shiver at the thought of being hit again. Everyone was beginning to grow quieter. It was then that Clary realized the fireworks were about to be set off.

"Here come the fireworks." She said as she turned to look at Jace, who was no longer sitting beside her.

She frowned in disappointment at the thought that he would just leave like that, until she saw him emerging from a popcorn stand behind them that she had not seen.

He smiled at her as he began to walk back toward her, a soft drink and a bag of popcorn in hand. He was gazing at her the entire time he was walking to her.

She could not help but look at how perfect he was. How perfect the gold in his eyes stood out, even from a distance. Clary quickly turned away from him, realizing she had been staring way to long and looked toward the sky ready for the fireworks, and to hide her blushing cheeks from him.

"Hey. I got us some popcorn." Jace said. Clary simply nodded in response to embarrassed to look down from the sky. The fireworks began to go off and everyone began to cheer as the music began to play louder.

"Hey Clary?" Jace asked. Finally sure that her cheeks were no longer red she turned and looked at him.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Would you like to dance?" Jace asked, smiling.

"Umm...Sure." Clary replied, unsure if it was a good idea. She was so surprise that a man could be so nice to her. She smiled as Jace gently grabbed her hand. She placed her other hand on his shoulder and he began to laugh.

"What?" Clary asked. He simply took her hand from his shoulder gently and placed it behind his neck. He took her other hand and placed it on her other hand around his neck. He then placed his hands around her hips.

She shivered. No one had ever been this close to her like this. Well no one that didn't plan to hit her.

"Are you cold? Do you need another rune drawn?" Jace asked. Clary just shook her head. They danced through three songs and began to laugh when they decided to break away because the new song playing was the Harlem Shake.

"I am not dancing to this crazy mundane song." Jace protested.

"Agreed." Clary replied. They moved back toward the tree and found their seats. "Would you like some popcorn now?" Jace asked.

"Sure." Clary responded. They sat by the tree, sharing the popcorn and getting to know each other a little better.

"Best birthday present I ever received, was when my dad let me bathe in spaghetti." Jace said. Clary began to laugh, and then started to choke on a piece of popcorn.

"Oh here drink this." Jace said as he handed her his soft drink. Clary quickly took a sip and smiled.

"Thank You."

"No problem." Jace said, smiling. Clary was really enjoying the company of someone who didn't think she was weak and who didn't want to beat on her for doing something wrong. In fact she was just simply enjoying the fact that Jace was making her laugh.

"Clarissa." Clary heard a familiar voice yelling her name behind her. She turned to she see that it was in fact Jonathan.

"Uh oh. Sounds like someones in trouble." Jace said jokingly.

"You don't know the half of it." Clary replied. Jace turned and looked at her, confused.

"Clary. Dad wants me to take you home now." Jonathan said as he finally reached me.

"I'm coming." Clary replied.

"No now Clary." Jonathan protested.

"Fine." Clary began to get up off the ground. She smiled and waved goodbye to Jace, who just stared at her. She wondered why he didn't ask her for her number. But then thought better of it. Of course he doesn't want her number. Who would? So she simply smiled and began to walk away with Jonathan.

She turned to see Jace one last time before she was to far away, but he was already gone.