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Chapter 3

Clary POV

I left the house with Jon at 5 a.m. to go for a run around the neighbourhood. Normally I would go for a run on my own, but since I don't know my way around where my mom lives with her husband Luke.

After what happened, I was sent to live with mom, Luke and Jon. Mom's a high end lawyer who spends most of her time in her office in a sky scraper. Luke is the owner of a world-famous bookstore chain. That means that we live in a really big house in one of the richest districts in New York, probably the biggest on the street.

Me and Jon run five miles before heading back, giving Jon an hour to, I quote, 'Prepare my face for the world. My pretty looks don't just happen.'

I just shake my head at his antics before heading up to my floor. I know that sounds like a spoiled rich kid getting what she wants, but I rarely spend more time than necessary downstairs. My floor is the attic turned into a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchenette, a music room, a recording room, and a walk-in closet.

I took a long shower before blow-drying my waist-length fiery red curls and pulling them back into an elaborate French braid. Then I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, an emerald green tank top that matched the colour of my eyes, and a pair of black combat boots. After I finished lacing them up, I sat down at my dresser to put on some blood red lip stain and surround my eyes with black kohl eyeliner. Just as I was putting the finishing touches on my make-up, I heard Jon call from the other side of the door, "Clary, we need to leave in about 10 minutes!"

"OK!" I called back, standing before turning and grabbing my black leather jacket from the back of the chair.

Once I was in the kitchen, I saw Jon scoffing a bowl of cereal like it was his last meal. I rolled my eyes before grabbing another bowl from the cupboard and pouring some frosties into it and following it with milk. As soon as it was done, I started eating just as fast as Jon was.

Five minutes later me and Jon were walking out the door, both of us pulling on our leather jackets. I thought I would be riding to school in Jon's hot red Lamborghini but as soon as I saw what was at the bottom of the steps, I stopped dead in my tracks.

There, right before me, was my black Fireblade. I thought it had been lost to me forever since the cops took everything but the clothes on my back when dad was murdered.

"What-How-When-Jon?" I can't form a coherent sentence. This made Jon laugh at me before he finally answered.

"Mom pulled some strings with the cops, got your bike out early. They brought it over when you were in the shower." Jon smirks like the smug ass he is.

I squeal when Jon brings his hand out from behind his back, holding my helmet in it. I snatch it from him, strapping it on before throwing my leg over the saddle and starting the engine to roar off to school.

~Time Skip to School~

Once I reached the school, I drove through the parking lot, aware of the entire student body staring at me like I was a piece of meat. As soon as I found a spot that I liked, I parked in it and slid off. Then I opened the seat compartment to pull out my bag and replaced it with my helmet.

I waited by my bike for Jon to arrive, which he did about 5 minutes after I arrived. He pulled into the spot next to mine and jumped out with his bag. He then walked over to me, throwing his arm over my shoulder, earning me dirty looks from about all of the girls in the school, namely the ones who ate air and drank Icelandic water.

I rolled my eyes, both at Jon and at the girls, as Jon led me through the front doors and into the school, where the school office awaited me.