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Disclaimer:

Aden: Say it.

Me: *rolls eyes* We've been through this before.

Aden: Just say it.

Me: And if I don't…

Aden: Then the tickle monster from the last chapter attacks you. *tickles me*

Me: Stop, stop!

Aden: Say it! *continues tickling*

Me: FINE! I DO NOT OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS!

Aden: Good girl. Bye! *walks away*

Good news or bad news first? Well, since you can't pick, I will. Okay, so bad news: I did in fact, sprain my ankle. No more soccer (football for some of you ) for me =/ I like soccer (or football). But that's the reason why it's sprained. If you want to know why, just ask me in the review (if you leave one *gives you puppy eyes*) or PM me. I prefer the first one.

Anyways, so that really sucks for me. No more gym for three weeks and elevator pass and my foot really hurts. But I like the elevator. Good news: I get more time to write! Yay, good for you guys =) So everything happens for a reason, right?

Thanks to all those who reviewed, added my story to story alert and/or favorite story and favorite author. You guys are awesome.

So onward with the chapter!

Chapter 17: Hurricane

Recap of last chapter: It was just me and Aden.

And he was giving me a wicked smile.

Jace's Point of View

I didn't like the smile Aden was giving me. Not at all.

And my feeling was right, because a heartbeat after he gave me that smile, he sprung at me, as graceful as a cat – not like Church. Okay Herondale, I thought to myself, now is not the time for jokes.

I sidestepped him neatly, but I wasn't quick enough. Aden was fast. I never had seen him fight, not that I ever needed a reason to. I had no desire to hurt him – hurting him would hurt Clary. And I couldn't hurt her; well, I couldn't hurt her any more than I already had.

He clipped my shoulder, efficiently distracting me for a moment. Aden took this as a chance to try to attack me from the back. But I wasn't thrown away by Valentine for a reason. I quickly whirled around, my eyesight still perfect. If anyone else had done it, they would have been dizzy. But not me.

I did a front roll as he tried jumping on me. He ended up flying over me as I rolled over, kind of like in those fighting movies that Izzy loves to watch and it slows down dramatically at something like this. But nothing was slowing down for me, in fact, it was going faster.

Aden landed in a heap on the floor but quickly flipped back up, like a real bad guy, not even using his hands. "Aden," I called out, showing him my palms to show him I wasn't going to hurt him. "I'm not going to hurt you, why are you fighting me?"

He answered by charging at me, ramming me into the wall. The air in me went out with a loud whoosh and I was winded for a moment. I quickly grabbed onto his shoulders and pushing him back, none too gently. However, not enough to hurt him.

He stumbled back, with that insane grin of his still plastered on his face. If anything, it got bigger. "What are you doing?" I yelled at him, feed up with this nonsense.

Aden kept tensed and I followed his suit. "Fighting you," he replied in a duh kind of voice. This guy sometimes was too alike me.

"Really?" I drawled sarcastically.

"I never would have known," I taunted him. His lips clamped together in a hard, pale line.

"Look, you know how Clary is," Aden started explaining, his smile entirely there but lingering. "She never would let us fight – and it's almost been a month! I always wanted to see how it would be fighting you, and now is the perfect opportunity."

I stared at him for a second. It was true – but suddenly coming up at me? Not cool dude, not cool. "Then why didn't you just say so?"

He shrugged. "Well, that tested out how well you are at responding at something you are totally unprepared for. Not bad," he commented approvingly, nodding his head a bit as he rested his hand on his chin.

Good, I didn't have to beat him up after all. Not that I would have hurt him that bad, but some part of me wanted to hit him. I controlled those emotions, thinking about how Clary would feel and hate me even more. Not when we were just becoming friends.

"You too."

"So we gonna fight or what?" Aden asked.

I thought for a second. I couldn't really hurt him, would I? Never, I thought to myself. I could never do that to Clary. Yeah, well, you broke her heart, just how you said you wouldn't before, a small voice answered me. No one asked you, I thought quickly back to it, efficiently shutting it up.

"Come and get me," I said, beckoning him with my hand, feet slightly apart.

Clary's Point of View

"Izzy, you're pulling my arm out of its socket!" I told Izzy, trying to get her to slow down. She ignored me, just like my past pleas, and continued going down the corridor.

"ISABELLE!" I cried, using her full name. "If you tug me along any faster, my arm will pop out and that will slow us down!"

"Then hurry up!" Izzy retorted, slowing down just a bit, seemingly affected by my words 'slow us down'. I moved slightly faster much to Izzy's delight. I didn't really want an encounter with Selena. I mean, yeah, she was nice and all, but she was Jace's girlfriend.

She seems cool, okay with Jace and me talking. But still, I felt like she wasn't right for Jace. I mean, she's always so bubbly and bright, it kind of creepy sometimes. And I was Jace's first real girlfriend that lasted over a day.

Izzy barged into Selena's room, not bothering to knock. Always the impatient one. Selena was texting someone and as soon as she slid her phone shut, she looked up at us. "Hey, what brings you guys here?"

"We are going clubbing tomorrow!" Izzy squealed, not bothering to return the 'hi'.

"That's great!" Selena responded happily, exactly the way Izzy would want to. But I could tell she actually wanted to go. You know, I guess her bring bright and bubbly isn't a bad thing, I mean, she's an optimist and brightens up the room.

Then why do I still feel something against her? As I pondered over that, Izzy announced that we were going shopping right this second because we need 'banging' – Izzy's words, not mine – outfits.

We entered the first store and I saw a lot of pink. Like a lot. I sighed and walked to the racks with the girls. This was going to be a long day.

As we entered the fifteenth – literally, I was counting – store, I complained. "Izzy! We've been to like twenty other shops; can we please go home now?" Even Selena started texting someone once or twice.

"Not until we find you an outfit!" Izzy responded. Izzy got a simple but tight strapless black dress and Selena got a fancy gray shirt that she was going to wear with leggings.

I sighed as we went through the racks of clothes. Leafing through them, I saw a couple of things that looked cute but after looking at them for a while, I didn't like it. Done with the dresses, I moved to the skirts.

I saw variety of different types, ranging from miniskirts to high waisted skirts. I looked numbly through the third rack. It was exhausting work and going to a bunch of stores before hand didn't exactly help. I was no shopper.

I was in the middle of the third rack when I came across a tight skirt that didn't look that short for once. It was actually kind of nice. "Hey Iz!" I called out, hoping that Izzy would be pleased with the tight black skirt – she had to approve before I get something and I would rather get something that we both liked, even if I didn't like the tightness of it rather than her getting what she wanted me to get.

"How about this?" I asked, holding up the skirt. Izzy came swiftly towards me.

She examined it briefly. "Love it! I have something like this at home. Now we just need a pretty shirt – it has to be loose one that you can tuck into the skirt – you wear it at your waist."

I glanced at the skirt, no way that this thing could go up to my waist without revealing my behind. Looking doubtfully at the skirt, I looked for a shirt, coming across many different types.

I saw a red off the shoulder one but according to Izzy it had to be baggy. I went through all the shirts on my side, not finding anything else.

"Clary!" Izzy called.

"Yeah?" I turned around to face her.

"This. Is. Perfect," Izzy enunciated each word. I looked at it, and I to admit, it was pretty. However, it wasn't something I would normally wear. Aw, why not give Aden a little shock? I thought as I took it and went into the fighting room.

It was black and white striped lace – it was in a small flower pattern – puffy shirt, the kind I see a bunch of girl New Yorkers wearing on the streets while walking. I slipped into the skirt – it was surprisingly stretchy and that made it longer, it even, surprisingly, reached halfway down my thighs.

I put on the shirt and tucked it in the skirt, looked at my reflection. This red-headed girl with sparkling green eyes was not me. She looked too pretty, like a real New Yorker. She was stylish and looked good.

"Can I come in?" Izzy asked while knocking. I just opened the door, hoping that Izzy would approve. It wouldn't hurt to have a few sexy outfits.

"Ohmygosh! You look AMAZING! It's perfect. And I know something that would make it better!" Izzy clapped her hands together excitedly. Boy was she getting happy out of me looking good.

"What?"

"So, wear your black heels, and wear my black and white earrings and bracelet I have. You'll look even more gorgeous. And of course, my awesome make up skills, which will make you look hotter than you already look."

I smiled. "Thanks Iz. And I think I have this white flower ring…"

"Go for it girl." I smiled and we bought my outfit, which wasn't even that expensive. It was much cheaper than a dress and looked as good, if not better.

We were in Izzy's room and I was placing my bag in a safe spot that Izzy wouldn't clean up, so it was just going to sit there until tomorrow. I already got the earrings and bracelet from Izzy and placed that in the bag too. Now all that was left was for me to bring the ring tomorrow.

Selena was softly humming to herself, in a good mood. Probably imagining how Jace would look at her with that gray shiny top on her. It brought out the darker sliver tints, making it look almost gray.

"Let's go see what the guys are up to," suggested Izzy, who looked bored. She was sitting a chair, swinging her legs absentmindedly.

"That sounds good to me," I agreed. I haven't seen Aden for about…two hours now? Shockingly enough, we didn't spend all of eternity shopping like I thought we did.

I wanted to say bye to him before we left. And I'm sure Selena wanted to me with Jace soon too. That thought have a little quiver in my stomach and I quickened my pace, breezing through the corridor, putting more space between me and Selena with every stride.

Jace's Point of View

Aden looked at me for a split second, grinning that grin that was starting to creep me out, at me before charging.

He rammed into my stomach, squishing me between the wall and him. I grabbed his shoulders and spun him around before quickly shoving him against the wall, his face resembling what a face might look like pressed against a car window.

Aden didn't struggle against me, just letting me shove him against the wall. I lessened my strength on him, regretting it. He used his other hand he pushed himself backward, hitting me, knocking me off balance.

I did a quick back roll to prevent hurting myself and rolled up to my feet, facing Aden again, like déjà vu. Only we were on the opposite sides again. We fought back and forth, each trying to gain the upper hand but couldn't. But I could tell that Aden was tiring slowly, and I could use that to my advantage.

Energy pulsed in my veins, singing as ran throughout my body. The fight was getting me excited and I was anything but tired. If I just kept this up for a while longer, Aden would end up tiring and I would get the upper hand. It was a bit harder than I expected though, even with Valentines vicious training that lasted hours upon hours, getting longer as I got older. I was surprised that Aden was lasting this long with me – even though he seemed to be getting tired, it was as if he suddenly had renewed energy again.

We were back on our regular sides again, facing each other, just staring each other down, fingers splayed apart at our sides, our arms out a little, like we were going to fly. I was hunched over a bit, a grim smile on my face.

He proved to be a challenge for me.

But not for long.

This time I charged at Aden and he looked ready to push me back with the same amount of force as I was charging at him.

I smiled and jumped at the last second, Aden unknown about my jumping abilities and I flipped backwards over him, using his shoulders as an alternative to the floor. I landed behind him, his back still to me. Aden hadn't yet registered that I was now behind him.

I quickly gave him small but hard jabs in his back, hitting pressure points that were sure to hurt. I didn't want to actually hurt him too badly, even if he could heal it with an iratze.

Aden's back tense and he quickly whirled around, his hand coming out from the side to backhand me. I quickly put up my own arm, bent in a ninety degree angle, stopping his by coming in contact with my arm. It was just like in those movies with ninja; they fight just like that.

He attempted to hit my with his other arm, but I blocked it with the same technique. He just stared at me for a few seconds, neither of us attempting anything, listening to our heavy, labored pants.

As if on an unspoken cue, we both started fighting again at the same time. I curled my left hand over his right but his left pressure pointed me right were my elbow was, but the inside of my arm rather than the outside. Like where they took blood tests from you.

I immediately let go, a sharp starbursts of pain coming from there, my arm throbbing slightly. I forgot how much pressure points hurt. I was basically the only Shadowhunter that remembered them, let alone use them. Why do stupid silly little things like that when you could do so much more bad ass things? was probably what most Shadowhunters thought.

Pressure points were epic. Even though you only squeeze or jab that area really hard, it really ends up hurting. Kind of how my arm felt right now, but the throbbing was slowly ebbing away.

My right hand struck his left and I grabbed t and yanked it away from my arm. Now our hands were locked, sort of like how when you play mercy. I guess Aden was thinking along the same lines because he tried doing the mercy trick on me; bringing the hand down and around, twisting my fingers back.

That was the most efficient and easy way to do it. I already knew that, as a master in mercy, doing it all the time to Izzy when I was younger just to annoy her. I pushed our hands outward, making it hard to bring it down when I was pushing it out.

Smiling, I used my own little trick on him. With his arms out so far out from his body, almost straight, it was easy to maneuver him. I jerked his left, my right, arm around his head suddenly and twisted him around, his back pressed up again me, sticky with sweat.

My arms were crossed in front of his chest, our hands still connected. He wasn't expecting this. At all. He wriggled against my grip, trying to squirm out, pushing against me.

What was like an echo of a smile appeared on my face and I pushed him down the floor, jumping down on top of him with my elbow out like a wrestler.

Clary's Point of View

I reached the training room doors breathlessly. I leaned against the wall for a moment, putting my hand above my heart. I looked at the doors – there was a little crack open. And there was Aden. And Jace.

Fighting.

Jace had Aden in an iron hold as try as he might, Aden couldn't break free. Jace then proceeded to shove him to the ground and jumped down on him like a crazy maniac. Why was the only word that passed through my head.

Why was Jace hurting Aden?

Pushing all my thoughts aside, I flung open the door, leaving it wide open. "Stop!" I cried, at the doorway before springing at Jace.

Jace froze, his hand draw back slightly and Aden looked at me with wide eyes. I tackled Jace to the ground, straddling his chest. Instead of what I used to do a month ago, I punched him, pounding my tiny fists against his chest and face, mentally cursing at him with each rhythmatic pound my fists made. Asshat, jackass, bitch, jerk, mofo, douche, homo, motherf–

My thoughts would have continued with the beat of my fist if strong arms didn't circle my upper arms, hosting me backward off Jace's chest. "Let go!" I hissed before I realized it wasn't Jace that had moved me but Aden. "What are you doing?" I asked, shocked and confused.

Aden looked amused. "What is so damn funny?"

"Nothing," he smiled at me.

I glared at him as I got up, putting my hands on my hips and waiting. Aden just pursed his lips before the smile returned again. "It's really hot when you get all feisty." I just continued to look at him, not bothering to thank him for the compliment.

His smile crumbled as I continued to look at him. Aden sighed and ran a hand through his hair, for once it wasn't spiked up. His forehead glistened with beads of liquid diamonds.

"I'm waiting," I snapped impatiently.

"Jace!" someone called just as Aden opened his mouth, a flash of silver flashing by as the figured wrapped their arms around Jace. Selena aka Silver. "Are you okay baby? You're bleeding!"

"I'm fine," Jace smiled, looking like he liked the attention he was getting. Of course he was.

"What happened?" Selena asked, looking at me and Aden.

"Jace," I replied.

"Clary," Jace smiled, saying it at the exact same time as me. She frowned, momentarily confused. I was surprised, Selena frowning? That didn't go in a sentence together without the word ever.

I excepted a lecture, I was pretty sure that it was me who made Jace's nose bleed. I hope I broke it. The asshat deserved it.

Instead, Selena just looked up at Aden patiently. Huh, I just thought that she would automatically take Jace's side. I added fair to her growing list of good characteristics. Aden looked a bit nervous and unsure on what to say. "Well, me and Jace were fighting and…Clary saw and kinda attacked him."

"Kinda?" Jace snorted. "Control your girlfriend." I was taken aback. Never had Jace ever said anything to Aden with the words 'your girlfriend'. It felt…weird coming from him.

"Learn to control yourself before you tell others to," I shot back, crossing my arms. Jace just laughed, his shoulders bouncing up and down.

"What's going on here?" another voice called from the doorway, the raven black hair familiar from my peripheral vision. I prayed that it wasn't Maryse; we would be screwed if it was her.

I slowly turned my head.

Jace's Point of View

I knew it was Izzy even before I spotted the familiar raven black hair and matching eyes. What was up with all these interruptions? First Clary, then Selena – not that I minded – and now Izzy. Seriously, don't people have anything better to do other than to bother me?

I know I'm incredibly irresistible, but really, that was no excuse. Okay, I knew that I was just being cocky because I was mad. Now they were all going to know and boy was Clary going to be mad. Even Sel might get mad at me. Crap, I thought. I knew this was a bad idea!

"Well?" Izzy asked, putting her hands on her hips. I got to admit, she kind of looked like Clary doing that "I hear at this yelling and noises and – Jace, are you bleeding?"

"No, it's just ketchup," I reply, sarcasm thick in my words.

"What the hell happened?" Izzy asked, ignoring my comment. I guess she didn't have a response back for it and I felt myself getting a bit smug.

"Yes, why don't you enlighten us?" Clary said, sounding a bit like me. I hadn't realized how much I rubbed off Clary in the past year or so.

Aden and I just looked at each other, not knowing what to say. I looked at Aden, willing him to start explain. No way in hell would stubborn Clary believe me.

"Ok…so…me and Jace were just practicing our combat moves, that's all." Aden gave a pointed look to Clary but she didn't see it. She was glaring at me.

"The blood?" Izzy prompted.

"Yeah, well, Clary saw us fighting and thought it was for real…and yeah." With Clary, we all knew what he meant.

"Hey! Don't forget that you," she looked at me gain at that, "was the one who pushed my boyfriend to the ground and then went on top of him like some crazy, maniac wrestler.

"And you didn't let me win! I was so close!" I tried not to wince at the 'my boyfriend' part which kept me from snarkily saying 'what, your boyfriend needs a girl to protect him?'.

"Aw, too bad for you," Izzy said without sympathy." How long were you guys fighting for?" She seemed to say exactly what Clary had wanted to.

"Uh...since you guys left," Aden said, sounding like it was more of a question then a statement.

"YOU GUYS FOUGHT FOR TWO WHOLE HOURS!" Clary screamed. "What the hell is wrong with you people!" With that, she left the room, storming off angrily like Hurricane Katrina.

"Shit," Aden and I both said at the same time and looked at each other.

What did you guys think of this chapter? And the fighting scene? I never really did one as long as this and I was wondering if I did okay on it. Oh, and the teaser wasn't as bad as you thought it was, did you? Now, I personally can't wait to go clubbing =)

Also, what do you think about this line? 'His forehead glistened with beads of liquid diamonds.' I personally really like this line and I made it up. Thoughts?

Okay, and I'm REALLY sorry since I was expecting to get this out much faster than I did. I had a wedding and a party and my parents wouldn't leave me alone about my ankle and stuff. And it was my sister's pre-prom at our house so I had to take a bunch of pictures and this week was just insane even thought I thought I had nothing to do. Don't worry though; I don't think that this week is going to be as hectic. Oh, and school is going to end in two weeks =)

Goal: 125? Please? You get a sprinkled sugar cookie! And a very happy fanfic writer =) So the word is….hectic. I've always like that word for some reason and explains my past week awesomely.

~Icyfirelove3

P.S. Check out all of Bookninja15's stories (too many to list as always =P), Coolxnerd's You Should Have Stayed and MollyGM's City of Bones Jace POV! All really good authors =)

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