Chapter 5
Jace's POV
As he stood on the driveway, staring at the house in front of him, Jace couldn't help but feel at least a little impressed. What he had expected to be a broken down shack was, in fact, a beautiful old farmhouse, that had clearly been well looked after over the years. Despite the diminishing light, Jace could see that two large oak trees framed the ivy covered porch, and intricately detailed panels of white surrounded the windows and doors, cutting them off from the soft red bricks that formed the rest of the large manor.
Of course, Jace wasn't going to admit what he thought to anyone. So, as Alec and Izzy admired the building, Jace stared at the ground, muttering under his breath and kicking stones with his hands in his pockets. He was determined not to enjoy the next three months, and the nice surprise of decent accommodation wasn't going to change that.
Clary's POV
By the time Clary heard the car pull into the driveway, it was getting late, and she had been waiting for four hours. Naturally, in that time she had spilled paint on her clothes, run her hand through her hair several times, and acquired a terrible breath from the garlic bread she had eaten for lunch. Therefore, after saying a hurried goodbye to her parents, she raced upstairs to freshen up, before running back downstairs to open the door.
Jace's POV
As Jace watched the door open, he was not expecting much. Definitely not the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. It wasn't your everyday sort of beauty either - blonde hair, blue eyes … - No, this was different - the greenest eyes, the cutest spattering of freckles around her adorable nose …. And that hair! Deep red, shiny, curly … Wait, what? What was he doing? Jace Herondale did not get crushes. If he had learned anything from his abusive father, it was that love only led to broken hearts - to love was to destroy. Nope, he was not doing this, he told himself sternly. And yet he couldn't help but smile back when she gave him the most incredible smile, and as she led them to their rooms, talking all the while, he couldn't help but fall in love, just a little, with the sound of her voice.
Clary's POV
Clary was finding it difficult to sleep that night. The events of the evening were circling her mind, and she kept coming back to one name in particular. Jace Herondale. Accompanying the name was a pair of golden eyes, a shock of golden hair, golden skin … Clary snapped herself out of her thoughts. She couldn't let herself fall for the first boy she laid eyes on. Besides, rich, famous Jace would never fall for a nobody like her. She was setting herself up for heartbreak. Sighing, Clary rolled over and fell into a restless sleep, her dreams clouded by a pair of golden eyes.
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