Chapter 5

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Simon P.O.V

As I watched Clary walk away with Jace, I felt a pang of jealousy. I mean, he is hot.

Hmmm, I thought. It must take a man that is very secure in his sexuality to admit that another dude is hot. Getting back on topic, I watched Clary's slender back as she walked away. Even from a distance, I could see the tension through her shoulders.

I knew that there was no reason to be jealous. I mean, she did murder his dad. Even if he falls in love with her, as soon as he finds out who she is, he's going to try to kill her. Sadly, that thought made me feel better.

Clary P.O.V

When Jace and I had gotten out of hearing range of the others, the questions started coming.

"So," Jace said, "how old were you when you started training?"

"6."

"How old are you now?"

"16."

"Got any family?"

I knew he would ask this question, but I still wasn't ready for it. "Nope."

"What happened to them?"

"They're dead." I didn't know if it was true, but I didn't care. My dad and my brother were dead to me.

"Ohhh." Jace said, his voice softening. "I'm sorry."

When I stayed silent, he continued to say, "My parents are dead too."

Once again, I was silent. After a few more minutes of walking silently, he stopped in front of a pair of large double doors. He looked at me over his shoulder and grinned wickedly. "My dear Rebecca, may I present to you, the training room."

He flung open the doors and I was instantly blown away. It was huge! Almost the size of a football field, the training room was filled with treadmills, weights, punching bags, weapons, and targets. In the middle, there was a big mat for sparring with a partner.

While at was still gawking at my dream room, Jace walked onto the sparring mat and peeled off his t-shirt, leaving him in a plain white tank top that showed off his very well defined muscles.

Oh my god, he knows who I am. That was the only thought that kept running through my mind as I watched him take out his stele. He drew three runes on his arm, one for speed, one for agility, and another for healing. He's going to kill me. "What are you doing?" I stammer as I slowly walk backwards toward the door.

He only smirked. "You managed to bruise my nose. I want to see if that was luck or skill."

I relaxed. He only wanted to spar. I can do that, easy. My dad started training me when I was 6, and my Uncle Luke took over after he rescued me from the Clave. Luke used to be a Shadowhunter, but was bitten when he and my father picked a fight with a pack of angry werewolves. Needless to say, I'm about as trained as I'll ever be.

I looked down at my clothes, white skinny jeans, brown gladiator sandals, and a sequined green tank top. "I need to go change."

He waggled his eyebrows. "Into something more comfortable, I hope."

I rolled my eyes and glared at him. "Just show me where the bathroom is." He led me to the corner of training room, where there was a dressing room area. I locked myself in one of the stalls and changed into the clothes I brought with me. I had black yoga pants, tennis shoes, and a plain, blue, cotton tank top.

When I walked back out, I saw Jace stretching. Sunlight streamed through one of the windows, hitting Jace perfectly. It made his hair look even more gold and his long eyelashes casted shadows across his angular cheekbones. My fingers itched with the urge to draw him. He looked like an angel sent straight from heaven.

What are you doing Clary? You can't have these thoughts about him! You destroyed his life. If you fall for him, and he finds out who you really are he'll kill you, just like he promised to do to you 8 years ago."Rebecca?"

Jace's voice snapped me out of my inner battle. "What?" I snapped, harsher than it needed to be.

Once again, he flashed me his smirk. "I know I'm extremely gorgeous, but that doesn't mean you have to stare."

I just glared at him. "If you keep smirking, your face will get permanently stuck like that."

"Too late." He said cheerily. He took up a defensive position in the middle of the mat, and I walked up to him and took the same stance. I looked into his eyes. I remember my father's words that were imprinted into my mind long ago.

Always look into your opponents' eyes Clarissa. The eyes are the window to the soul. You can always anticipate their next move if you look into your opponents eyes. As I gazed into his eyes, I noticed, just for a second, that his eyes flicked to my legs. Not even a second later, he dropped into a crouch as one of his legs swept in a circle, trying to knock my legs out from under me.

Since I had looked into his eyes, I knew to quickly jump in the air to avoid his leg. While in the air, I did a front flip right over Jace, landing behind him. I quickly kicked him in the side before he had time to realize that I was no longer in front of him. When I heard a grunt of pain, I knew my kick had found its mark. He fell onto his back, holding his side, and allowed me to land a punch to his jaw and his nose.

Right before I was about to throw another punch, he disappeared. I turned around just in time to see him lunge at me. He tackled me to the ground. His knees had my legs pinned down, and his hands had mine pinned above my head. Deciding that I was out of options, I settled on the one defense tactic that my father refused to teach me.

I started to cry. "Jace!" I wailed, "I think you broke my ankle when you tackled me!"

His eyes softened and his grip on my hands loosened. "Shit Rebecca! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Here, I'll take you to the infirmary."

As soon as his knees were off my legs, I karate chopped him in the neck. Without the air, coming into his lungs, his face turned purple and he started gasping. I wasn't worried about him because I remembered that he had a healing rune on his arm. His windpipe should be healed within the next thirty seconds. Knowing I had won, I got up and started to walk out of the room. "Wait." Jace managed to choke out.

I didn't.

"Rule one Jace," I called over my shoulder, "Never underestimate a woman." With that, I left the room, leaving Jace to heal… his wounds and his pride.

That is the end of chapter 5! Did you like the fight scene? Did you think Jace was too weak? Leave a review and let me know! See you soon!