A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! :D I put in a Clace scene for all of you, since I know how much you love it (I know I do)!

Chapter 3

(Clary POV)

After we all met Evangeline, Jace and I went back into the Institute and up to his bedroom. We usually hung out there, because we weren't often interrupted and stuff like that.

We entered his room holding hands and stepped in. Once we were inside, Jace slammed the door and immediately pushed me up against it, kissing me passionately. I giggled and tried to evade his seeking, open lips, because I wanted to talk. We could kiss later.

"Stop it," I reprimanded him gently, still giggling and turning my face away.

"Why, what's wrong?" Jace asked in a husky growl before diving in again.

I inched my head back and cupped my hand over his mouth. "I can't answer you when you're doing that."

In response, he licked my hand. When I pulled it away instinctively, he was smirking devilishly.

"Ew," I said immediately, wiping my hand off on his shirt.

"You don't seem to mind my tongue in other circumstances."

I put my hands on my hips defiantly and channeled my inner diva, as I often did whenever he was getting pushy or particularly boyish. I bet that he liked it when I took charge, actually. "Jace. No. Now sit down on your bed."

"Yes, dear," he responded, throwing his hands in the air submissively and taking his seat. "Now what?"

I sat next to him, our legs touching slightly. "I just want to talk right now, but it's hard to do that when you try to sexualize everything all the time."

"You're talking about it like it's a problem."

I laughed, thankful that I had a funny boyfriend but, at the same time, attempting to stay on-topic. "So, what do you think of Evangeline?"

He shrugged noncommittally. "I don't really know enough about her yet to form a serious opinion."

"She sure is pretty." I was testing the waters to see if he was secretly interested. I was always worried about him cheating, because of the whole Aline thing ages ago. That, and because he was so attractive and had a rampant sex drive. He constantly assured me that he belonged to me and me only, but sometimes, a girl has to wonder. What girl wouldn't want Jace? I felt really lucky to have him.

"So are you," he said, sounding sincere and staring into my eyes.

I smiled at the flattery. I wasn't quite over my confidence issues yet, but Jace's assurances were improving the situation. "Really?"

His grin was angelic, but had a slightly evil quality to it. Typical Jace. "I can't lie, remember? And even if I could, I wouldn't lie to you. Alec, maybe, but not you."

"Okay, fine." I leaned forward and kissed him lightly, just a sweet peck. "She seems nice, though. Evangeline."

"A bit naïve, but I suppose that can translate to 'nice' in some social circles."

"She's just out-of-place. Once she adjusts, I bet she'll be fine." I smiled at my memories of the summer of the previous year, when I had first learned about the Shadow World and met Jace. "Like me."

"Maybe you're right." All of a sudden, he nudged me until I fell onto my back on his bed, and then climbed on top of me. "Now, where were we?"

It was Diva-Time again. Little did Jace know, whenever I took charge, I was always picturing Izzy and trying to emulate her. "No. You lie down."

He did so obediently, not once breaking eye contact.

I then clambered atop him, straddling him with my legs. "There. Much better." Satisfied, I leaned in to kiss him.

(Evangeline POV)

After Isabelle had finished showing me the major rooms of the gigantic building, she decided to lead me to what was to be my room. It was, obviously, in the residential wing, so we had to walk down a couple corridors of endless bedrooms before getting to the hallway of the Lightwoods'.

I was pleased at the level of decoration of the Institute. I was very used to the opulence of my mansion, so it was nice and almost familiar. I really liked the old Victorian wallpaper and endless motifs of heavenly things. The ceiling on the topmost floor was my favorite, though, with the big mural of cherubs in the sky.

Isabelle explained to me that all of her family members lived on the same floor, all their rooms branching off from the same hallway. When we got to that corridor, I noted that most of the doors were closed halfway, but one was shut completely and one was open.

As we walked past the doors, Isabelle explained to me who lived there. "My mom, Alec, this one used to belong to my brother Max-"

"Oh," I said, interested, as I had not met that particular brother of hers. "Where is he now?"

"He's dead," she replied, not looking at me. "Let's keep going."

I blushed at my tactlessness, simultaneously feeling sympathy for my cousin. "I'm truly very sorry. I didn't know."

"It's fine. He died last year," Isabelle said, clearly concealing emotion. I wanted to help, but I didn't know how. "Anyway." She stopped in front of the closed door, knocking on it and yelling loudly, "Jace, are you in there?"

So it was Jace's bedroom. No one answered her, but an unexpected chorus of giggles filtered through the wooden door. "Shh," I heard someone say mutedly, probably not meant for our ears in the hallway.

"Jace," said Isabelle, a warning tone in her voice. "I'm going to come in…"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he called back, "unless you want your mind's eye to be severely scarred."

What was he doing that would be so disturbing? Isabelle seemed to understand, shaking her head at me in sisterly frustration. "Is Clary in there?"

"I dunno, maybe," Clary said from inside.

"Try not to stain anything this time," Isabelle grinned, taking my hand and leading me onward down the hall. She said to me in an undertone, "You can usually find them in his bedroom. Unfortunately, I'm next door so I can sometimes hear them, but you'll be far enough away for it not to matter."

"Hear them doing what?" I wondered cluelessly.

Isabelle raised an eyebrow at me. "Having sex. What else?"

My cheeks turned an even darker color than they had previously. "O-oh," I choked, embarrassed for them.

"You honestly didn't pick up on that?"

"Not really…" I said, feeling embarrassed at my own naïveté.

She rolled her dark eyes. "And how old are you, again?"

"Seventeen."

Isabelle snorted. "Same age as me. And Clary." We were now in front of a half-opened door. Inside, I could see dark, glittery walls and clothes everywhere. "This is my room…" She kept walking, and beckoned me to follow her to the next chamber. "And this is yours. We're neighbors."

"That's nice," I said, edging closer to my new bedroom. The door was all the way open, so I strolled inside and looked around.

A/N: What do you think her room will be like? O.O Stay tuned! xoxo