Hey guys! Thank you again for all the followers and favourites and reviews! It makes my day.

Also, I just want to let you know that I have a huge ass project due in the upcoming week so there is a big chance there won't be another chapter up until early November. Thank you to all of you again!

Also, the date with Jace is next chapter, so if any of you want anything specific in there, don't hesitate to PM me or drop a review! Now on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instrument characters, and neither do I own a bag with Jace's abs on it :(

Chapter Three

Ugh. Just ugh. That's all I'm feeling right now. I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to sleep. Like, how messed up is my brain right now?

I had googled 'Jace Herondale' as soon as I had gotten home and reached my laptop. And guess what greeted me? A fucking model. You know, the ones on the sides of bags that only have their very defined abs and no all I knew about this boy was that he was very self-confident, and I didn't need to know anyone like that.

Jace Herondale was as famous as a Victoria's Secret Angel here in New York. And I had a date with him. This is not what I agreed to. In fact, I had agreed to nothing at all. Which brought me back to glaring at Simon at the dinner table.

Apparently the boys were very adamant about eating together when everyone was home, so I had been sucked into dinner and chatting mindlessly about nothing. I was pushing around my now-cold rice before I realized that Jordan was staring at me.

I blinked at him. "What?"

"You're staring at Simon. Why?"

I glared at Simon some more and he cowered back. It was weird, my relationship with Simon; it felt as if I had known him forever, I was so comfortable with him.

"I'm staring at Simon because it's the only way I can release my anger at the moment." I replied, stabbing my rice. Simon flinched.

"Again… why?" Jordan asked impatiently.

"Simon's wonderful girlfriend Isabelle just sucked me into a date with her brother."

Jordan gave a sideways glance to Simon. Simon let out an exasperated sigh and said, "the not gay one, obviously!"

Jordan nodded, pleased. I gave them a look; they were like an old married couple.

"Jace Herondale… hmmmm…" Jordan looked thoughtful as he sat back in his chair, done with his meal. "Girls would kill to get a date with him."

"Not this girl," I said indignantly. "I don't want anything to do with him." But then I realized something and turned to Simon. "If Jace is as skilled at getting a date like Jordan says he is, then why is Izzy setting me up with him?"

Simon sighed again. I briefly wonder how many times he's said this. "Izzy keeps on insisting that Jace should find "the one" so he doesn't spend his whole life in one-night stands." Simon put air quotes around "the one".

"So she thinks that I'm "the one"?" I asked incredulously.

Simon shrugged and put his hands up in a surrender gesture. "She does this on the streets, pointing out girls, saying, "Oh, that one would be perfect," and things like that. I have no control over this! You were probably just in the wrong place at the wrong time and you won a date with Jace!"

I sat back against my chair and crossed my arms with an ugly sound.

"Hey, look on the bright side, Clary." Jordan said comfortingly.

"What bright side?" I snorted.

"At least you know he won't be a pile of mush. At least you'll have his wonderfully defined abs to run your hands over when you finally declare your love for each other."

I gave Jordan another look. "Are you secretly in the closet or something?" I asked.

"What?" he squeaked.

I laughed at his reaction. "Nothing, nothing."

We sat in a comfortable silence until the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" I piped up and ran to the door. Simon and Jordan trailed after me anyway. I swung open the door and a man with box upon box in front of him is standing in the doorway.

"You Clary Morgenstern?" he asked from behind the mountain of taped boxes

"Morgenstern…" I could hear the wheels turning in Simon's brain and I wanted to correct the UPS delivery man, but in those boxes are probably my art supplies, and I couldn't send those away.

"Yeah." I signed where he told me to on his clipboard and I lugged in the boxes. Jordan and Simon both helped me carry the boxes into my room.

Simon turned back to me with his mouth open just as he is about to leave, and I dreaded what was going to come out. But then he turned back around and left like nothing happened. Thank you, Simon.

I spent the next two and a half hours setting up my canvasses and my easel in the corner of my room by the window. I laid down a tarp underneath so the paint wouldn't stain the carpet if it dropped and lined up my canvasses along the bottom of the wall.

I finally collapsed across my bed and curled up into a ball, not bothering to change my clothes to sleep. I was exhausted and pissed and I feel asleep with one unfortunate thought in my brain.

My date with Jace is tomorrow.

Kill me now.