A/N: So I just noticed I have over 100 reviews! YAY! So, I know I very late and I'm VERY sorry for that! Forgive me? Yay! Ha-ha, anyways! In one of my favorite fanfics she's got this mantra that OBVIOUSLY works because she's got close to 3500 reviews. It's AMAZING!!! So…I'm going to try it! Just for giggles. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

"Well boys! I did it." Jace said happily walking through the door. "Wear your shirt inside out all day?" Magnus asked, peeking out from his owl-looking glasses that he really didn't need.

"I—what? Damn it." Jace cursed, flipping the shirt back to normal. "No. I finally landed a date with Clary." He beamed proudly. Magnus's eyes widened. "Oh don't act so surprised." Jace scowled.

"You won…" Magnus murmured. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Magnus hollered. Alec ran out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on his jeans and staring with a scared expression towards his boyfriend.

"What drug did you give him?" Alec whispered. "None I swear!" Jace raised his hands in innocence. "I only said I went out with Clary today…" Jace stared at Magnus who was muttering angrily to himself.

Alec gasped and started laughing. "Jace you won! The bet! You won the bet! Free beer!" Alec began dancing horribly, wiggling his shoulders as he looked towards the sky.

Realization dawned on Jace as he beamed and whooped. "I'm going to have free beer, yeah! For an entire year, yeah! No silly girly makeover woo! And Magnus is turning blue oh! Whoa, dude calm down…" Jace sang, laughing as he cha-cha around the apartment.

"What's all the commotion? Oh cha-cha!" Isabelle squealed and ran over to start a tango line. Jace swatted her away, frowning. Isabelle pouted and collapsed on the couch.

"I won a bet against Magnus." Jace smiled and Isabelle rolled her eyes. "What was the bet?" Suddenly Jace froze, realizing this was Clary's best friend and Clary was his winning piece.

"That I could wear my shirt backwards all day." Jace covered. Isabelle snorted and Alec raised his eyebrow. "Guys." Isabelle muttered. "Anyways! I'm here for all the juicy details on your date! Clary won't budge!"

Alec smirked and sat beside his sister. "Yes, please do. I haven't even heard about it yet." Magnus huffed and puffed his way to his recliner, grabbing his pipe angrily. "Sorry ladies, I don't kiss and tell."

Alec glared at the ladies comment but Isabelle nearly had a heart attack. "YOU KISSED HER?!" Isabelle shot up, shaking Jace's shoulders frantically. "Why didn't she sneak into the bathroom and call me?! It's girl code!"

Isabelle huffed and flopped back down. "It's true." Magnus said. "She's so dead." Isabelle muttered. "Isabelle, Isabelle, Isabelle, calm your pretty self down. She'll probably tell you everything later. Once you get home. So shoo." Jace picked her and pushed her towards the door.

"Well aren't you a pleasant Peter!" She huffed and walked out the door, her heels making very loud stomps down the staircase. Alec sighed and leaned into the couch. "Kiss and tell or I'll destroy your jacket." Magnus said fiercely.

Jace raised an eyebrow and sat on the coffee table. "We went to the batting cages, walk in the park, ate some hot dogs and then walked around some more. Pleased?" Jace asked.

"How'd you kiss her?" Alec asked. "Tackled her down a hill then asked." Magnus snorted. "Such a romantic date. When's the next? Friday's Giants game?" Jace laughed.

"Football is on Sundays and Mondays oh smart one. And no. I'm thinking about inviting her to dinner tomorrow night." Jace grinned. "You do know you can drop the act right pretty boy? The bet is won. You can brush her aside like every other girl you date." Magnus said.

Jace's smile hardened. "Not this one Maggie. Not this one." He whispered harshly. "Maggie?" Alec asked, his nose scrunched. "Not important." Magnus waved his hand dismissively. "What is important is that Jace has a heart that beats not cold acid, no but loving red warmth." He smiled acidly at Jace.

"Go to Hell Magnus." Jace mumbled standing up and walking his room. "Ah, he sulks." Magnus smirked. "I mean it Magnus!"

*~*~*

"CLARISSA!" Isabelle screeched, bursting into the apartment. Clary and Simon jumped from the couch, staring in shock at the storming girl. "What? Who died?" Clary said, sinking into the couch. "You!" Isabelle flopped into the armchair, her hair splattering across her face.

"Simon, check my pulse. Last I checked, I was breathing." Clary said. Isabelle glared and Simon swiftly put the comic book away. "Now ladies, this problem isn't a big as you think—" He began.

"SHE KISSED JACE!"

"Isabelle!"

"You did what?"

Isabelle wore a proud smirk where Simon looked horrified. Clary stuttered glancing between the two. "Ok, so I did. But it was a…oh hell. Yes. I kissed Jace Herondale and I liked it."

"…The taste of his cherry chap stick…Sorry. I had to." Isabelle put a hand over her mouth. Clary's glare lessened and she continued. "He was actually nice to me today Simon. I had fun. Yes, we kissed. Yes, we kissed more than once. And yes, I enjoyed it." She said. Simon gulped, his face holding a greenish tint to it.

"And that's it? You're dating him now?" Simon asked. "Of course she is!" Isabelle said happily. Clary shot another icy look at her beautiful best friend. "Aren't you?" Isabelle's face wrinkled. "Are you drunk?" Clary asked.

"Actually I'm not. I'm just naturally bubbly tonight." She grinned happily. "Now answer my question woman!" Isabelle slammed her fist into the couch. "Yes, please." Simon said, his voice shaking. "You ok, Simon?" Clary asked, setting a hand on Simon's shoulder. He shrugged it off.

"I'm fine. I'm just…" he stood up and walked towards his bedroom. "Oh ignore him. He's pmsing." Isabelle said with a dismissive wave. Clary frowned, immediately shocked by her cell phone ringing.

"Hello?" She said, her voice confused. "I stole your number from Alec's phone." It was Jace. She rolled her eyes. "Figures." Isabelle was jumping giddily. "It's Jace isn't it? It is! Oh! It is!" Clary clamped her hand over the speaker.

"Nothing is stopping me from burning your shoe collection." She hissed. Isabelle squeaked and tossed a pillow at her. "Sorry. Isabelle was being—" Jace cut her off. "Isabelle. I know. So anyways. I was thinking, me, you, dinner tomorrow night?"

"Frisky fella, aren't you?" Clary said, leaning into the couch. "Ah, I try." Jace sighed. Clary giggled and agreed, hanging up. "If you deny me one more time about not dating him, I will scream my best girl scream and make your pretty little ears bleed."

"I'm not dating him."

Isabelle sucked in air, preparing herself. Clary leapt across the small area and covered the girl's mouth. Isabelle glared. "I'm going on a date with him, not dating him. Patience grasshopper." Clary said, her eyes wide and mesmerizing.

"You are a fun ruining, bubble-popping punk." Isabelle grumbled. Clary shrugged.

"It's what I do best."

A/N: Since I'm oh-so-late with this chapter, I'll make sure I update at least one more time before I hit the sack, ok?