A/N: Hello dear readers. I think I would be updating nearly every day now, but one can never be so sure. I might get busy and not be able to update everyday, but in the very least you could expect a chapter a week. (This is in answer to an anonymous guest reviewer, thanx for reading!) My usual greetings Now, on with the story!

JPOV

"So, Jace. What's the most embarrassing thing to do in your opinion?" Clary drawled while running her hands up and down my arms.

"Doing a chicken dance." I replied automatically before I can stop myself.

"Good." She smirked evilly. "Do the chicken dance now."

And with that, she whipped out a cam recorder from behind her back and started recording. I honestly don't know where has she kept it before. I sighed. And started flapping my arms and making clacking noises, jumping around like a demented chicken. Everyone laughed hysterically. Heck, Izzy was even rolling on the floor. When I was done I was sure a tomato would be ashamed if it saw my blush.

"Black-mail~~~" Clary sang while tap dancing across the room with the cam recorder.

"You are so dead." I growled and started running towards her. She shrieked and tossed the cam recorder towards Izzy, who chucked it towards Maia. Maia sprinted across the room, waving the cam recorder tauntingly, and ran right out the doors. I was about to follow when I felt something sharp graze my arm, and dug in. I crumpled to the floor in a heap, with Clary standing over me, filing her nails.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH JACE?" Alec yelled across the room.

"Chillax, Alec. It's just a Paralyze Poison. He should recover within fifteen minutes judging on how deep I pierced him." Clary said calmly, and bent down to whisper in my ear, "Don't forget Pandemonium, darling." She bit on my earlobe lightly, and straightened up. She turned and beamed at me brightly.

"You're at my mercy Herondale. I could release that video on Facebook any moment! Don't be a naughty boy and no one outside the Institute will hear about this. Ta ta!" She blew me a kiss and stalked out of the room with Izzy behind her, laughing all the time.

"Damn. She's such a tease!" I groaned, and the boys laughed.

"What happened to the heartbreaker of the heartbreakers, Jace? You are so whipped." Magnus drawled annoyingly, putting emphasis on the word 'whipped'. I growled, but cannot do anything because of Clary's Paralyze poison.

CPOV

I skipped along merrily down the corridor. His combat abilities aren't that bad, but still no match for me. I think Jace's a spy. Spies don't need much combat ability, whereas assassins like me need excellent combat skills to stay alive. In fact, nowadays girls take more assassin jobs. And I'm proud to say that I've got my Killing License a few years back. Even though there are limits on how you could only kill the target, who are mostly criminal masterminds that can't be reached by cops. My codename in secret organizations is Queen Viper, courtesy of my talent for using poisons for clean kills. I've assassinated a mafia gang all alone with such simple methods, breach their security, sneak in, poison their so called untouchable water supply, and sit back and wait for the news. I was pulled out of my reverie by Izzy, who tapped me on the shoulder. I smiled at her, and plucked a red rose bud from the window sill. I put it in my hand, caressing the soft petals absentmindedly, thinking of my long dead mother. Izzy trailed behind me as I walked out the school doors, till we reached a beautiful marble fountain. I bent down and gently placed the rose bud on the surface of the water. "Izzy, how about we go home?"

"Sure Clary. Though I could really use a trip to the furniture shop."

"Let's go then! C'mon!" I called merrily and sprinted out of the black gates, and hopped into my red Lamborghini. I put the key in ignition and felt the engine purr beneath me. "Hi Baby." I murmured to my most treasured car. Izzy opened the door and also got in. And I shot off, probably going way past the speed limit on my way to the mall. I smiled to myself as I killed the engine, thinking of brilliant ways to redecorate my room, which is disgustingly bare due to being new.

IPOV

I happily skipped along the racks and racks of expensive furniture on display. In the end, I paid for a hot pink spinney chair, a zebra striped bed frame with a fluffy mattress. A dark oak desk for putting my cheesy romance novels on, and hot pink racks for my bathroom. Clary bought pretty much the same things as me, but her spinney chair is a pretty shade of emerald green, her bed frame is a light baby blue, and her bathroom racks are a dark shade of magenta. We bought hot pink, magenta, navy blue, baby blue, minty green and light orange wall paint plus a small bucket of silver glitter. And Clary also restocked her art supplies. On a second thought we bought a bucket of sound-proof light lavender wall paint to paint our music room. Clary flounced over to me with two veggie wraps in her hand, and eyed my 'coiling bracelet' quite disdainfully.

"Why can't you wrap your whip around your waist? The gold didn't match your outfit very well."

I smiled winningly at her, "Just give me my veggie wrap."

Clary laughed, as she skipped out to her beloved car. Our furniture were to be delivered to our home later. "C'mon Izzy. Let's go paint our walls."

We reached our condominium within five minutes, and Clary lifted a few paint buckets, leaving me with quite a few. When we reached the pent house, Clary looked thoughtful, as if contemplating the color of our living room wall.

"Baby blue should do the trick, make our living room more cozy." She decided, and disappeared into her room to change into more fitting clothes, I did the same. I rummaged through my hot pink drawer until I found an old tee with a pair of broad shorts. I shrugged out of my navy blue cami top and skinny jeans, replacing them with the old tee and shorts. I went out to find Clary dressed similarly, and pulling the lid off the baby blue paint bucket. She produced a brush.

"Get working!" She sang, and turned around and strode to the state-of-art stereo near the floor-to-ceiling window that took up the whole wall facing the beach, and plugged in her iPod and pressed Shuffle. 'Better than Revenge' by Taylor Swift blasted through the speakers, and Clary bobbed her head to the music leisurely, picking up her brush and dipping it in the bucket, and set them on the wall, singing along to the lyrics. Soon she fetched the ladder and started working on the higher parts of the wall. Fifteen songs later we were done with the living room, and moved on to the kitchen counter in a corner of the living room. We painted the kitchen part light orange. Soon we were done, and Clary collapsed on our white Lazy Boy couch, which was custom made. She reached over and grabbed the remote from under a pile of fashion magazines, and turned on the 64 inch gigantic plasma flat screen TV. She wrinkled her nose in a delicate way as Twilight came on, and started surfing the channels looking for something interesting, and she finally settled on Princess Diaries 2. I plopped down next to her on the couch, thoroughly enjoying the movie, and when it ended, Clary smiled lightly.

"Izzy? Let's go to Pandemonium."

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