A/N : Hey everyone! Epifunny here!
This is my first fanfiction and I hope you like it. For each update, I will be suggesting a couple of songs that I think really remind me of the chapter. So go ahead and ENJOY!
P.S. I will try my best to update weekly at the latest, but I don't really have an updating schedule.
Disclaimer : The Mortal Instruments and all the characters belong to Cassandra Clare (this unfortunately includes Jace as well). I only own the plot.

Scene 1 – Shape of You by Ed Sheeran
Scene 2 – Hot N Cold by Katy Perry
Scene 3 - Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello
Scene 4 – Roundtable Rival by Lindsey Stirling

CHAPTER 3

Jace POV

He couldn't take his eyes off her. Every part of her was mesmerizing, from her wild red hair, to her wide green eyes and her pale freckled face. And by the Angel, she was short. So short that she was practically a midget, her heels barely bringing her to average height. She had a petite figure, with barely any curves, but she was beautiful nonetheless.

His haze was broken as his mother called his name, and that was when he realized something. He had thought of her as beautiful. Not pretty, not cute, but beautiful. That scared him. He had never seen a girl in that way. Pretty? Yes. Hot? All the time. But beautiful? No. Never. Nada. Nay.

Oh Angel, Jace thought. I'm in trouble

Clary POV

Sure enough, Jocelyn had forced Clary into a pair of heels along with the dress. Not that it made her much taller. She was only 5"2, so even the highest heels just brought her close to ordinary height. She looked up at the Lightwood manor as she waited with her mother outside the door. It was one of the few houses in Idris that were as big as her new home.

The door opened by a tall woman with dark hair and blue eyes. She had a sharp bone structure and stern features, but as soon as she caught sight of Jocelyn and Clary, a bright smile broke out on her face, making her look much friendlier.

"Joce! By the Angel girl, it's been so long. And you must be Clary. You look just like your mother, darling." she said eagerly. She pulled the two girls into the house before pulling Jocelyn into a tight hug.

"Angel Maryse, it's so good to see you again!" Jocelyn seemed to be giddy with excitement.

Clary watched the two women with a small smile. It was funny to watch her mother turn into a giggling schoolgirl as she was reunited with her friend. A soft click-clack drew her attention away from the still embracing women. She turned to find what she was sure was the perfect definition of the god Apollo. The teenager standing in front of her was literally golden. He was tall, with messy curly blonde hair and a golden tan. She could see his muscles straining against his shirt. But what drew her attention the most were his eyes – they were like two pools of molten gold, and she found that she was not able to look away.

Maryse's voice broke her trance, and she blinked, aware of her surroundings again. Four other people seemed to have joined Maryse and Clary could see the similarities between them.

"Clary, this is my husband Robert." Maryse said, pointing to a tall burly man with olive colored skin and blue eyes so dark they almost seemed to be black. He gave her a small smile and shook her hand.

"Well kids, go on and introduce yourselves." He said, pointing to three children who looked almost completely similar, with their dark hair and sharp features.

A tall and slim girl walked towards Clary with a large smile. She seemed to be practically vibrating with excitement.

"Hi! It's so nice to finally meet you! Mom has been going on and on about you. I'm Izzy, and this fashion-challenged boy here is my older brother Alec." She said, pointing to a tall boy with a thin, wiry build. Clary could see what Izzy meant by 'fashion-challenged' – he was wearing a holey dark blue sweater with a pair of faded grey jeans. Clary had no doubt that they had been black once.

As she raised her head slightly to meet his eyes and smile at him, Clary realized that her neck was starting to hurt. Angel, she wondered, why is everyone here so freaking tall?!

"And this is our little brother Max." Alec said, putting his hand on the shoulder of a short boy who looked to be around seven. Finally, Clary thought, someone who I can talk to without breaking my neck.

"Hi! You're pretty!" Max said, adorably excited. Clary let out a small laugh before bending down to his height.

"Why, thank you. How old are you?"

"I'm nine, but everyone thinks I'm seven." He said, with a small pout. Clary had only two words for his expression – cuteness overload.

"Well Max, I assure you, you don't look a day under nine to me."

Satisfied with her answer, he ran towards Robert with a large grin on his face.

"Come on guys. Aren't you going to introduce your favorite brother?" Came an angelic voice. Clary turned around to find Apollo himself, standing right behind her. He was wearing an arrogant smirk and it was at that moment that she knew, his angelic features hid his true nature. He was nothing but a cocky, egotistical and narcissist jerk.

"Ha!" Izzy scoffed. "You wish. Clary, this annoying imbecile right here is our brother Jace. He's an idiot, so don't let anything he says get to you"

"Brother…" Clary trailed off, confused. They didn't look similar in any ways.

Alec seemed to understand her confusion, and stated. "He's adopted."

"Oh. Oh! Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"It's alright Red; the Lightwoods are my true family anyway." Jace replied, his smirk growing even larger when she started glaring at him.

"Do not, under any circumstances, call me Red." Clary said, almost growling.

"No problem Shortcake."

This time, Clary did growl, and Jace walked away with a small chuckle.

"You hate him already, don't you?" Izzy asked, clearly amused.

"Oh, I do. I really, really do." Clary was fuming, and Izzy could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears.

Izzy laughed and pulled Clary into the dining room.

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it."

Jace POV

Okay, so maybe he felt bad about teasing Clary. The glares that she was sending him all throughout the dinner were starting to get uncomfortable. But then he remembered how she had turned red, her nose flaring and cheeks puffing out and looking so darn adorable, and any regrets he had flew out of the window at once. He knew that he was supposed to be nice and get on her good side, but he was enjoying himself way too much at the moment. So, he put on his classic smirk, that he knew infuriated people beyond belief, and went on to eat his dessert.

Clary POV

God, she wanted nothing more than to strangle him then and there. How could someone be so attractive and frustrating at the same time?! Curse you Jace! She thought. Curse you to the pits of hell! Maryse's voice broke her out of her thoughts once again.

"Joce, did you know, Luke moved back to Idris a few years back? He's opened up a bookstore too."

"Seriously? I had no idea! Wow, it's like the gang's all back together now, huh?"

"Wait, Luke?" Clary asked. "As in, Uncle Luke?"

"Yep, the one and only." Jocelyn said with a smile, and Clary couldn't stop the massive beam that spread across her face. She loved her Uncle Luke. He would sneak her candy when she was grounded and would buy her heaps of art material. He was her parents' best friend, and during the summer breaks, the five of them – Valentine, Jocelyn, Luke, Jon and her – would stay at his farmhouse and have barbecues every day. He had moved away from their town when she was twelve, and though she saw him every few months, she still missed him.

"Awesome! I can't wait to see him again." She said, giddy with excitement.

The dinner went pretty normally after that, other than the occasional glare towards Jace. When it was time to leave, she hugged all of the Lightwoods, except Jace of course. She simply scowled at him, which brought back his smirk tenfold.

"Bye Carrot. I'll see you around."

She huffed and stomped out of the house, Jace's angelic laughter following her. God, she hated that boy.

Aaaaand the classic hate has begun! What do you think of Jace's POV? He just loves annoying Clary, doesn't he? And Luke is supposedly in town as well. What did you think of the dinner?
Did you like it? I hope you did.
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