Jace's POV:
To say I was jealous was the understatement of the century. I knew that he wasn't competition but ever since Clary found him they have been spending loads of time together. Who? Jonathan. I clenched my fists. I had finally gotten Clary alone when Izzy had dragged her shopping. I knew Izzy was plotting something but I didn't know what. We had been in California for a week now. I remembered when we had told Mayrse about Jonathan. Clary had gone to his place after school and she had panicked when we came home without her.
"Where is Clary?" She screamed, pulling at her hair.
"Calm it mum, she's at her brother's!" Izzy said, filling her nails.
"Her... brother's?" Mayrse asked dubiously.
"Yeah. They have, like, the exact same eyes," Izzy had said.
The door opened downstairs and I was pulled out of my day dream. Someone came up to the stairs, their footsteps heavy. There was a knock on my door. I stood up to open it. Clary stood there, absolutely exhausted.
"Hide me from Izzy?" I opened my door wider, pulling her in roughly and slamming the door.
"Only one thing that will stop Izzy," I whispered, my voice husky. Clary smirked. I grinned and pulled her to me, crashing my lips into hers. She moaned as I slipped my arms around her, pulling her closer.
"Clar- oh, never mind," Izzy walked in and out again. I grinned, my lips still on Clary's. She smiled back and slid her hands into my hair, knitting her fingers into it. She tugged it and I moaned feverishly.
I picked Clary up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and walked to my bed. I set Clary down on it, hovering above her, leaning on my elbows as I pulled back.
"You are so beautiful," I whispered. She looked doubtful.
"I'm really not," she said and looked away. Way to ruin the moment Jace.
"If you knew what I've done..." She trailed off.
"I don't care about what you've done. I think your beautiful and I love you," Clary froze, her eyes moving slowly up to meet mine.
"Jace..." She whispered, her voice hoarse, before swallowing. "There are other girls. So much better than me!" She said, caressing my cheek softly. I knew I had said it too soon. Clary didn't love me back.
"I'm sorry," I whispered and moved to get up. Clary fisted her hands in my shirt and pulled me back.
"Is it selfish to say I love you too?" She asked meekly and I laughed.
"In no way is it selfish, my Clary." I lent my head forward and kissed her neck. She gasped and pulled me closer to her.
We made out for a while until Mayrse called up to say she and Robert were going out. With a sigh I pulled back from Clary.
"We should probably go downstairs." I said and Clary nodded, her chest rising and falling quickly. There was a click and the lights died. Clary squeaked and I bit my lip to refrain from laughing. Hand in hand we walked slowly downstairs. An Erie white spot appeared on the floor and we stopped. Only to be met with Izzy in a onesie, a flashlight in hand.
"Argh!" I screamed and Clary laughed. "Isabelle Lightwood! Why the fuck are you wearing a duck onesie?" I asked, gritting my teeth and accepting a flashlight from her.
"I just bought it, you like?" She twirled around.
"No," something barrelled into me and I clutched at Clary's shirt, pushing her in front of me. "The ducks are coming!" I yelled and heard a giggle. I looked around Clary to see Max.
"Silly Jace," he said. There was a loud crack and Izzy screamed, clutching at me and Max. It started to rain. Thunder and lightening striking. The wind howling around the house, making it shudder. Well not really but it sounded cool.
"Ok, ok. Let's find the fuse box," Clary said. She led us to the basement. Clary went first, I was second, Max was third and Izzy last. In the basement Clary took the flashlight and found the fuse box. She opened it and sighed.
"It's no use. The fuse has blown," she said. We all headed back upstairs and sat in silence on the sofas. Izzy phone began to ring.
"Hello?" She answered shakily. After a few minutes she said "ok. See you tomorrow." And hung up. "Mum and dad had to stay at a hotel." She said. It all fell silent again. I pulled Clary onto my lap and she snuggles into my chest.
Clary's POV:
The was a thump. And another. I sat up and looked at the guys.
"What was that?" I asked. Izzy was gripping Max's hand tightly. Suddenly there was a crash from upstairs. We all looked at each other. I grabbed a baseball bat in one hand and a flashlight in the other.
"Izzy stay here with Max," I ordered in a whisper. They shook their heads.
"We're coming too," I nodded and gestured with my head for them to follow me up the stairs quietly. My heart pounded as I crept up the stairs. There was a creak and looked back to Izzy.
"Ssh!" I whispered. She mouthed
"Sorry!" We continued up to the third floor before stopping when we heard voices on the next floor. I motioned for them to be quiet and slowly crept up the next flight of stairs.
"...no one here!" Someone said. It sounded like a man.
"Take the stuff Z," another said. There was silence and then a bit of rustling. I slowly walked up the final stairs and onto the games floor. I crouched by a wall and peered around it. There were five men all dressed in black. Lightening struck and the flash illuminated ones face. He had a crooked nose, small piggy eyes and thick, protruding lips. I grimaced. He turned towards me and I ducked back besides the wall. This was going to be difficult. I could take them down but what about Izzy, Jace and Max?