Jace was feeling ecstatic as he walked down the street toward's Luke's bookshop. He had found some useful information. Isabelle did in fact know about demigods and, for some reason, knowing that, made Jace happy. So happy he could have whistled-if he were the whistling type that was.
He sauntered down the street with confidence, knowing that this little bit of information would help Clary on her search for the half-god teenagers. As he walked around the corner he noticed glass lying in front of the bookstore. The door was off of its hinges and lying in the middle of the road. Jace's warrior instinct kicked in. He ran down the street, blades suddenly appearing in his hands. He reached Luke's bookstore where Clary and Simon were supposed to be and stopped.
Clary and Simon were sitting at the table with two other kids, cups of coffee in front of all four of them. The other kids looked up as he stopped in front of the door. The first was a girl with long blonde hair. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and she appeared to be uncomfortable, but from the look in her eyes Jace didn't doubt for a second that she could kill him several different, and most likely agonizing, ways. She was wearing a necklace with a variety beads on it. It was the kind of cheesy camp necklace that Clary and Simon both had from their childhoods.
The boy sitting next to her looked more confused than angry. He had black hair and sea green eyes. Despite the fact that it was August, and technically already fall, the kid's skin was tan like he spent his every waking moment at the beach. He was wearing the same necklace as the girl, with less beads on it. Jace decided that they probably went to the same summer camp or something like that.
Clary looked up at him as he entered, a smile forming on her face. "Jace," she said, "What are you doing here?"
Jace eyed the two kids carefully. He didn't know anything about them. The girl seemed more dangerous than the boy, so he kept an eye on her as he answered Clary. "I found some things out from Isabelle." At the mention of Isabelle, the blonde girl stiffened.
"What'd you find out?" Simon asked.
Jace looked at the kids. He wasn't going to tell Clary and Simon information in front of them. "Who are they?" He asked Simon.
"Shadowhunters," the blonde girl muttered under her breath. She said it as one would say something very unpleasant, like dirt or bugs.
The boy didn't seem to notice the girl's comment, or if he did he decided to ignore it. "I'm Percy," the suntanned boy said.
"Percy Jackson?"
"Yeah," Percy answered. "And this is Annabeth." The girl next to Percy nodded at Jace but didn't say anything.
"So, what'd Isabelle tell you?" Simon asked.
Annabeth glanced quickly at Jace before announcing, "We should go, Percy."
"Wait a sec," Percy remained sitting, much to Annabeth's annoyance.
"Um," Jace shot the two teenagers a look, "Nothing much. Just that demigods exists...and stuff."
Annabeth snorted. "I could've told you that."
"But you didn't," Jace muttered under his breath.
Annabeth ignored him. Instead, she looked at Percy. "You ready to go?"
"Just a sec," Percy glanced at Simon and Clary. "Is there anything else?"
Simon and Clary shook their heads. "No."
"It was nice meeting you," he said. He nodded at the vampire and shadowhunter, then followed Annabeth out the door. Jace watched them leave.
"What's her problem?" Jace asked his girlfriend.
"I have no idea."
Isabelle was good at a lot of things. She was good at fighting. She was good at looking good. She was great at killing demons. She was decent at cooking, if she could say so herself. But the one thing that Isabelle was really good at, was telling when her friends were up to something, and, at the moment, they were.
She had called Simon earlier that day and he had said that they were helping Luke put his shop back together. She had no idea what that meant when he said it, so she decided to stop by the bookstore and see what had happened. She didn't expect to find the windows all over the sidewalk and the door off its hinges.
"What happened here?" Isabelle asked the three teenagers who were sweeping up the remains of books and stray glass.
Jace shrugged. "No clue. Ask those two."
"Monster attack," Simon said.
"What kind of monster?"
"No clue."
Isabelle shook her head. It seemed like everyone didn't have a clue. "Did you get a good look at it. If it caused this much damage-"
"We took care of it, Izzy," Simon said.
He didn't seem to want to talk about it, so Isabelle dropped the subject of 'monster attack'. After all, she had come here to find out what they were hiding from her. She hoped that it was just a surprise party or something, but some part of her knew that they weren't about to throw her a birthday party.
"So," Isabelle said, "what have you guys been up to?"
"Nothing much. Why?"
Isabelle shrugged, and said as innocently as she could, "I was just wondering why Jace has a sudden interest in Greek mythology."
The other kids froze and exchanged glances. Finally, it was Clary who answered, "what do you know about demigods?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"We're just curious," Simon answered.
"Well, you shouldn't be. You don't want to get involved with Greeks." And having said that, Isabelle turned around and left the bookshop.
"What's her problem?" Simon asked.
"No clue."