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Chapter 2

Jace POV

"Jace Lightwood, you better get your ass out of bed and moving or I'll make you eat my cookies!"

I let out a huge yawn before registering what Izzy said and jumping out of bed and running for the shower whilst shouting, "Alright, Izzy, keep your cookies, I'm up!"

Twenty minutes later, I was showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight black t-shirt, heading down the stairs to our kitchen. Just before I went in, the smell of something burning reached my nostrils, sending me into a coughing fit. Once that was over, I groaned internally: Izzy was 'cooking'. I was so glad I had a secret box of Lucky Charms on the top shelf in the pantry.

Walking into the kitchen, I stopped silently by the side of the island nearest the pantry to stare in shock at the mess Izzy was making while attempting to make...something. Slowly, I began to inch my way towards the pantry, trying to be as invisible and silent as possible so Izzy wouldn't catch me and make me eat her...whatever she was making. I managed to make it to the pantry, plucking a bowl from the counter on the way, without my adopted sister with no cooking skills whatsoever catching me.

I filled the bowl with my Lucky Charms, poured the milk, and grabbed a couple cereal bars before walking back out into the kitchen, stopping dead when a hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so I was looking at the ceiling. "And just where do you think you're going?"

Dammit! She caught me. "Uhhh, giving food to the homeless?" It came out slightly like a question, making me wince internally.

"Ok, well, sit down, you can feed them later, I made you some pancakes!" Izzy was squealing as she shoved me down onto a barstool at the island before sliding a plate of...a green...blob in front of me.

Uh oh. If I ate whatever that was in front of me, I knew I would be going to hospital later for food poisoning. "Uhh, Izzy, I'm not actually that hungry right now and-"

Izzy cut me off with a wave of her hand, saying, "Nonsense, breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and since today is the first day of school, breakfast is even more important."

"I'm not feeling too great today, Iz. I think I might be coming down with somethi-" I suddenly went into another coughing fit, the fumes from Izzy's 'pancakes' making me nauseous. Using the coughing to my advantage, I leaned over towards Izzy, saying in between coughing, "I think it might be contagious."

Once the fit was over, I could hear Izzy practically screeching, "EWWWWW! GO AWAY IF YOU'RE GONNA TRY AND SPREAD AROUND GERMS!"

I was laughing as I stood, grabbed my cereal and the bars, and walked out of the room.

Ten minutes later, I walked back downstairs to get into my silver Aston Martin Vanquish, rev the engine, and speed off to school with Izzy in the passenger seat.

~Skip to school~

When I pull into the school, people stop and stare, mainly guys, because this car wasn't the car I had at the end of my Junior year. I go to pull into our usual parking space, but there is a sweet looking Fireblade parked in our spot.