AN: I'm sorry if this is a shortf chapter. I'm really bad at writing long ones. More updates coming faster in the future though. Thanks for being patient with my stupid butt.

We're all gathered around my bed, staring at the picture sent to me from my very own stalker.

Raphael's usally dark eyes are, somehow, even darker and a lot wider. He stares at the photo like it's going to kill him or something.

Sebastian is sprawled on the floor, his head buried in the soft carpet, most likely contemplating life.

Jace stands in the corner, a cocky, triumphant smile gracing his face, though his eyes shine with something else.

Jonathan is pacing, annoyingly, right in front of my door, his eyebrows furrowed and hands twitching.

Jordan's bent over the picture as well, blinking rapidly, his mouth wide open.

I groan and shove the picture under my bed to break the tense atmosphere in the room.

"Guys." I snap my fingers, willing for the to break out of their trance.

To no prevail, I clap my hands in front of their faces.

God Almighty.

"Guys!" I yell. Suddenly, all of their heads snap up and their eyes are all trained on me. I let out an exasperated sigh and shut my eyes, attempting to calm myself down.

"Okay. So, instead of sitting here, staring at the walls like idiots, I think that we should, I don't know, do something about this. Just a thought, guys."

Raphael shakes his head and the thin glazed layer over his eyes is abolished.

"Clary's right. I understand that this is freaky, but wasn't this the whole objective of our mission? To, somehow, infiltrate her mission?"

"And what exactly is her 'mission'?" Jordan's hazel eyes dart warily to the Hispanic boy in the center of the room.

"To, most likely, ruin Clarissa's life." Jace shrugs and walks over to the bean bags in the corner of my room. His jeans, which just happen to be skinnier that me, make a slight rusting sound as he sits down. It's the only sound in the whole of the room, aside from Jonathan's footsteps.

"Jonathan Christopher, can you sit down? You're making all of us nervous." I rub a hand over my face and walk to the dresser to the right of my bed to grab something.

"How can I not be nervous, Clarissa? You're getting stalked!"

"And yet she's calmer than you, Jonathan." A voice speaks up from the doorway. Alec is leaning on the door frame, a calm look on his face.

I put my glasses on and give Alec a small wave. He gives me a tiny smile in return and focuses his attention back on the rest of the band.

"I think that Clary-" Jordan turns to face me and rears back in surprise. "Clary, you wear glasses?"

I shrug.

"Sometimes. I don't know. It kind of just makes me feel calmer."

The band simultaneously nods their heads in approval. I roll my eyes and grab my laptop from under my bed.

"I don't like this," Jace speaks up from his corner in the room. Our eyes all snap up to him and he just inspects his nails and acts like he doesn't give two shits.

Which he probably doesn't.

"I don't like involving Clary in my step-sister's affairs," he shrugs. "I mean, how long have each of us been around Clary, hm?"

"5 years," Seb speaks up first.

"4 years," Raphael interjects.

"6 years," Jordan half-smiles.

"My whole fucking life," Jonathan murmurs. Alec elbows him in the ribs.

"10 years," Alec whispers.

"11 years," Jace adds. "See. We've all been around her for a good amount of our years, correct?"

The band nods their heads.

"And none of us want her to get hurt, am I right?"

"You're right," the band mumbles.

"I'm not quite sure about that," Jonathan grumbles teasingly. Alec slaps him in the head. Jonathan shoots a glare at him.

"There we go. Now e have our answer. We need to stop this... 'mission'." Jace stretches out on the bean bags.

"Then it's settled. Clary will stop seeing Celine."

I sit on my laptop, on my bed, with my glasses on, once again. This position is only becoming natural for me.

There's a knock on my door. I look up abruptly and smile. Finally. Someone decided to knock.

"The door's open," I say, turning my attention back to Facebook.

The door swings open and the first thing I see is a flash of aureate eyes. They stay there, locking with mine.

I groan.

"Jace," I say softly. "You can come in, now."

I hear a whoosh of breath from outside the door and Jace walks in, wearing a comfortable looking sweater which is too big for him at the sleeves. His golden hair is tousled so nicely, for once, that I actually take time to look at it. He's wearing dark jeans and black socks. I nod admiration at his outfit and return to school scrolling down my news feed.

"Hey, Clare," he smiles shyly, closing the door behind him.

He looks cute. I mean, in a lost puppy type of way.

"Hey, Cinderella. What's up?"

He rolls his eyes at the nickname.

"I meant what I said yesterday, you know, when the picture was taken. We really do all care."

I smile warmly, pushing my laptop off onto my bed.

"That's great, Jace." My arms spread wide like they did when I was younger, wanting to be hugged.

He gets the message and circles his arms around my waist. My stomach flutters. I glare down at it, annoyed and release Jace from my arms.

He takes a deep breath.

"Clary, I-"

He's cut off by the incessant ringing of his phone. Jace groans, holds up a finger signalling for me to wait, and walks out the door.

Hmm.

I wonder what he wanted to tell me.

I shrug it off and dive back into the world of Facebook.

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