Thank so much to everyone who reviewed! You're the reasoning I'm continuing. I apologize for making Kaelie the mean girl, as she is in most MI stories. Here's the first "ball".
I do not own the Mortal Instruments or Pride and Prejudice. If I did I'd be some awesome Cassandra Clare/Jane Austen Hybrid.
Clary tugged at her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles and fixing the way it fit on her body. It was a light blue sundress that she was going have to cover up during the night, due to the weather. She arrived at the party with her sisters, immediately running up to her best friend Maia Roberts. They hugged and Maia smiled brightly.
"Did you hear Clary? About the Netherfield home?" Maia asked.
"I do live in the same house as my mother," Clary replied with a smile.
Maia came from a dirt poor family, that managed to get a house in their neighborhood by inheritance. Her grandfather had owned it and it was fully furnished and paid off when he had passed. Due to her families lack of money, she was just as devoted to school as Clary. Her main goal was a full scholarship to a decent college. They were discussing the new neighbors when Isabelle walked up.
"They're here," she said, nodding her head towards the group walking towards the beach. The entrance seemed like something out of a movie. All that was missing was slow motion.
The group came in with an obvious expensive air to them. There were two older looking boys and a girl that seemed to be a little bit older than them. One of the boys was dark haired, with even darker charcoal eyes that seemed open and friendly. He was handsome and innocent looking. As he passed everyone, he gave them a cheery smile as if to say hello. Based on what Clary had heard, this must have been Simon Lewis. The other boy, who must have been Jace Wayland, had golden hair and golden eyes. But in contrast to Simon, his eyes stayed on the path ahead of him, Never straying, or focusing on anyone. His head was held high in a sort of patronizing way. Clary's opinion of him was nearly already set and to no surprise, was not good. The girl that walked behind the two boys was blonde, with mesmerizing, if not scary, blue eyes. She looked around with something like preconceived disappointment. She followed the two boys to an open picnic table where they set their beach bags down.
When they turned around most people looked away but Clary kept looking for a half a second longer. Just long enough for the blonde boy to catch her eye and look away. Simon looked around obviously trying to figure out where to start conversing with his new neighbors. His eyes made their way around the group and, surprise of all surprises, landed on Isabelle. He walked over, Jace following him.
"Hello," he said in a clear friendly voice," I'm Simon Lewis. I just moved into the Netherfield home."
Clary was sure Simon already had figured out everyone here knew that. He was just being a gentleman and properly introducing himself. He gestured to the blonde standing next to him.
"This is Jace Wayland who will be staying with me as long I'm here. I'm also here with my sister Kaelie," he said.
Jace didn't give any sign that he could even hear the conversation. No one seemed to notice that but me, since Isabelle was already introducing us.
"I'm Isabelle Fray and this is my sister Clary and her friend Maia Roberts. We live about two blocks away from Netherfield."
"It's very nice to meet you," he said.
He was already under Isabelle's spell. Her beauty always seemed to attract boys and her fun personality made everyone want to be around her. She never seemed to get attached to people though. And if she did she wouldn't show it. But Clary had known her long enough to know when she found someone interesting. And Clary realized she definitely thought Simon was interesting. They talked for most of the night, Isabelle introducing Simon to everyone. All the while Jace stood in the background looking disinterested. At one point during the night I couldn't help but say something.
"Aren't you going to talk to anyone? Introduce yourself? Get to know the neighbors?" I asked, sarcasm caked in my voice. He looked at me disdainfully. I kept my expression even, looking him in the eyes.
"I really don't think I'd have anything important to say to anyone here," he responded.
"I don't think any conversation going on at this party is truly important. They're just for entertainment purposes," Clary said.
"Entertainment," he said almost in disbelief," pointless blabber with people I don't know really sounds fantastic."
His response bothered Clary. After a second of mutual glaring Clary turned around and walked away, her opinion dead set.
Oh, Jace. You suck right now... Please review. Thanks for reading!