Chapter 4: Video Games and Dance Routines

Jace POV

After practice Jon told me a bunch of the guys were going over to his house. I told him I'd come and I'd followed him, Alec and the sparkly kid who's name was Magnus apparently. It was a fairly short drive and the four of us were the first to get there. The first thing i noticed was that the play was HUGE. It couldn't even be considered house- it was a mansion and I'm pretty sure my eyes went to the size of saucers. I mean the house my parents and I had was larger than your average but this was on a entirely different level. After my gawking fit I noticed someone sitting on the large porch in front of a pair of oak doors and a black Harley Davidson in the drive. Jon was the first to get out of Alec's black G-Class Mercedes Benz. He walked up to the guy and said a few words before giving him a mainly hug. I stepped out of my black Jaguar FX - what can I say, I'm an only child, my parents spoil me - and walked up to Jon who was joined by Alec and Magnus and the mystery guy. When I got closer to him I saw he was tall, maybe an inch or two taller than Jonathan, and he looked hispanic. However, his most prominent feature was the scar on his right cheek.

Jon noticed me then, "Bat, this is Jace he just moved here this summer," he turned to me, "Jace this is Bat Velasquez, who should be at MIT right now." Jon looked to Bat questioningly.

"I've got a little time before classes start, figured I'd come and see you all," he smiled innocently and showed off pearly white teeth.

"Well you already know my mom is going to love to see you, she's always asking how you doing." Bat and Jon chuckled.

Jon moved to unlock the door as Magnus and Alec greeted Bat. When we stepped inside I was once again rendered into silence. The inside was different shades of whites, browns and golds. It was amazing to say the least, with an open foyer that led to different rooms around the house. I hadn't noticed I stopped walking until Alec put a hand on my shoulder.

"Yep, it's really something isn't it?" I only nodded before following him into the kitchen, finally snapping out of trance. The kitchen was full of stainless steel appliances and an island in the center.

"Want anything to drink?" Jon asked the four of us, we told him yes and soon a few more of the guys began to arrive.

About 15 minutes later everyone had arrived. Well everyone except the Red and Isabelle. I frowned a little at her absence. What am I doing, I thought to myself, Jace Herondale does not get upset of some girl. Instead I joined in on the most recent argument about the Steelers and the Ravens and who would be going to the Super Bowl.

About 5 minutes later I heard the front door open and a flash of red made its way through the crowd in the kitchen and straight to Bat. Clary had literally jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist. I felt a pang of something but decided to ignore it and averted my eye, but not before I saw him whisper something to her that made her smile.

After that we all somehow ended up in the game room/in-house gym/target practice room?. Well whatever it was, it was amazing and it was hard to get bored down there.

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Clary:

When Bat left we decided to go and see what the guys were doing. Unsurprisingly we found them in the basement, which we had transformed into the ultimate game room, which, on one side, and made the half of the basement into a gym with weights, a punching bag, and even targets up against one wall. I've had a knack for knife throwing since I was about 8 and my dad and I had a Rambo movie marathon while Mom stayed at the hospital when Jon got his tonsils taken out. To say I was scared was an understatement. I mean, seriously dad, you're going to let your 8 year old daughter watch one of the most bloody movies ever? Well that's besides the point, ever since then I had to convince my dad and mom to put me in knife throwing classes. After about 2 week of continuously trying to convince them they finally agreed.

I'd say I was a pro by now, but recently I've pushed it aside to focus on dance and art. Now I use it as more of a way to take out my anger and frustration so I don't strangle Jonathan.

But woah. Way off topic here, back to the game room. Aside from having an Xbox One and a PS4 we also have a vast collection of games for both devices, movies and a giant ass 150 inch flat screen tv. The tv was a gift when my dad won a case and this high paying client gave him a pretty penny as a bonus. But one of my favorite things was the old arcade machine tucked into a corner. It had pac man, donkey kong, and all the other awesome old school games. Along with the basement came the seating of beanbags strewn haphazardly and a decent collection of comfy sofas and chairs. Safe to say this was Jon's favorite room.

We we got there they were playing Halo 4. I smirked to myself, this is my game.

"I've got next," I called to the guys reaching the bottom of the stairs.

"Whatever, just hold on and let me kick your brothers ass," Jordan replied not looking are way.

I plopped down on a bright red beanbag, and Iz followed suit while Maia sat next to Jordan and Simon snagged a seat on the couch.

"Dammit!" Jordan yelled and handed a ten over to Jon, "Hope you choke on it." He sulked, while Jon thought it was the perfect time to get up and do his silly little victory dance.

Jordan handed me the controller then, "Kick his ass Morgenstern," I smiled devilishly and moved so my bean bag to get a better view of the tv screen.

"Yeah Clare-Bear," Jon taunted, "Kick my ass."

And with that the match began, with me winning 75 to 42. Now it was my turn to do a victory dance while Jon sat there pouting in his recliner.

"Never like this game anyway," he muttered but I was too delighted to care.

Soon after the guys wanted to play madden, not having an interest in it Isabelle, Magnus and I went over to where the targets were. Because of the hardwood floor it doubled as a very small dance studio. I plugged my phone up to the stereo in the corner and hit shuffle and the three of us just danced. Maguns was truly a very good dancer, but his interest was more in fashion. After a song or two I noticed Jace was staring at me. I blushed and looked away quickly, hoping he didn't get a chance to see the redness in my cheeks.

"Oooooh, look Iz she blushing," Magnus said teasingly. I pushed him lightly in shoulder. While they laughed at my reddening face.

"This have anything to do with Mr. Tall,Gold, and Handsome?" Mags asked with a raised eyebrow.

My face had returned to its normal color by then. But before I could retort sarcastically Izzy had stopped dancing and turned to face me, eyes wide.

"Clary, no. You don't know Jace like I do," she had lowered her voice so the guys - and Maia - wouldn't hear us, "promise me you won't fall for him, or play into his little games. He's a heartbreaker, and after you-know-who," she broke off and sighed, " I just don't want history to repeat itself, I don't want to see you hurting again."

She'd said his name as if he was Lord Voldemort, granted I'd always avoid saying his name too. I nodded then, "But c'mon Iz, its just some harmless flirting."

"Defiantly nothing harmless about that blush," Magnus sang sarcastically I rolled my eyes at him.

"I know but just be careful, okay?" Iz replied.

"Okay." I said smiling at her.

Just then one of my favorite songs came blasting through the stereo. It was Teach Me by Joey Bada$$.

Maia squealed and jumped from Jordan's lap to run and join us.

Magnus stood off the side and recorded us as we did the routine, we had made to this song, just for fun.

Let me show you how to groove, babe

How to move without a suitcase

Take a trip without a shoelace

I can lead you if you want

Lemme help you move

Baby slide it, give you a little bit of guidance

Enjoy the ride I'll be your pilot

You gotta glide it

Close your eyes confide, I'll show you how to vide

Let me teach you how yo dance, how to dance

I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance

Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance

I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how tot dance

Oooooh, ooooooohhhhhhh,

oooohhhhh, ooooooooohhhh

I noticed a crowd had gathered. towards the middle of the song.

Okay now life's like, life's like, just like a salsa, salsa

You taste the spice right, spice right

We need some water, water

I heard some wolf whistles when we all switched places so I was in the center and Izzy was to my left, and Maia to my right. At the same time we all did a little salsa, that was actually pretty sexy.

When the song was over the three of us took a bow, while the guys cheered. We hugged each other tightly and laughed lightly. The three of us were close than sisters, and we were all awesome dancers. We've been friends since we met in ballet class when we were five. I may have been too young to notice it then, but now I know that if all else fails, I can always count on these two.

Aww, too cute. I know, I know.. lots of fluff but what can I say :)

Do you think I should add Jace's thoughts about the dance in the next chapter?

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~xGifted

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Teach Me by Joey Bada$$

Nor do I own The Mortal Instruments :'(