Jace paced his room. He was so confused. Isabelle and Clary had been missing for nine days! He should be franticly searching for them. He should be going to Magnus, finding a way to track them. What was wrong with him?!

Taking deep breaths, Jace sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands. Lately, whenever Riley wasn't around, he felt himself losing it. A few times, he wondered if it was a mistake cheating on Clary. Simon seemed to think so; he punched Jace just the other day for "hurting his best friend." Like Simon didn't cheat on Jace's sister.

Jace scoffed at his thoughts and kicked his desk chair. Too hard, actually, because the chair leg crumbled to the floor. Ugh. He needed to talk to Riley. She was the only one who could calm him down.

Jace smiled a bit at her memory. Not only was Riley super hot, with her long blonde hair and curves, but she was also smart and funny. Riley always made Jace laugh and he loved it... Clary never made him laugh.

So it was decided. Jace took out his phone and dialed Riley's number.

"Hey babe," said Jace after she said hello.

"Jace! What's up?"

"Do you want to hang out tonight? We could go out to a club. I heard off this new one, it's over 21, but I'm sure-"

Jace was cut off by his girlfriend, "I'm sorry Jacee, didn't Lexi tell you? We can't hang out tonight."

Jace had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming, "Riley..."

"I'm sorry Jace. I promise we'll hang tomorrow."

"Riley! Please."

"Bye Jace. I love you."

Jace sighed, "Love you too."

And Jace meant it. He loved Riley. Yeah. Not Clary, no, she was just a phase.

In fact, Just a phase, was the last thing Jace thought before he fell asleep.

Clary was shaking. Apparently, the main purpose for this trip was to get her and Nick together. But all she could think about was Jace. He's not someone you could just forget about in nine days, after all...

"Lola? Looooola? Lola!" Nick yelled. Clary smiled, she's forgotten he was there.

"Do you do that often?" asked Nick.

"Do what? Zone out?" Nick nodded. "Yeah..."

Nick grinned and took Clary's arm. "Eradicated Evolution" was decent-sized, but nothing compared to "Pandemonium." It was basically a big circle with a bar taking up a good portion of it. For an old-fashioned town, Eradicated Evolution was pretty modern. "Counting Stars" by OneRepublic blasted out through the speakers, and the bar held every drink imaginable.

"Bar?" Nick asked. Clary nodded.

Nick pulled Clary's chair (or stool, really) out for her and they both sat down.

Then, Nick turned towards the bartender.

"Do you, by any chance, have milk?"

The bartender, who was bald, with a huge potbelly and an accent, looked at Nick as if he had just grown a second head, "Milk?"

"Yes, milk. You know, creamy, smooth, white... Are you telling me you don't know what milk is?"

Ignoring the question, the bartender raised one eyebrow (... another one) and said, "Milk from what?"

"A cow, you pervert!" Clary giggled.

The bartender rolled his eyes, "Look, kid, I got serious customers to deal with."

The bartender walked away briskly and Nick stood, astounded at his rudeness.

"I-I," Nick stuttered.

Clary, still giggling, took Nick's arm, "Come on. Let's dance."

Jackie and Stella stood by the entrance of the club for a solid ten minutes. They watched Clary and Nick go to the bar, then out to the dance floor. Jackie and Stella didn't know what to do.

Jackie played with her fingers and Stella watched everyone like a hawk, her hands clenched in fists at her side.

Suddenly, a man who looked about twenty-five walked up to Stella.

"Hello," he said to Stella, completely ignoring Jackie.

Stella smiled confidently, "Hi."

"Do you wanna dance with me?"

Stella glanced at Jackie. Jackie smiled and nodded. It wasn't that Jackie wasn't pretty, she was fine really. Jackie had long hair a few shades darker than Andrew's, and eyes the same gray-green. Today she wore a spaghetti-strap cream dress with scattered flowers. Jackie was pretty, sure, but she would never be a match for Stella, even when Stella was fourteen.

"Yes," said Stella, and the man led her to the dance floor.

Of course, Jackie, besides envious, was a little excited. She was alone, for once. Andrew and Stella usually kept Jackie on such a short leash. Jackie had been craving independence for years.

Not knowing what to do with herself, Jackie stood by the entrance for a few minutes, watching. Then, she went over to the bar. It's not that Jackie never drank alcohol before; Jackie had been drinking wine since she was four and her Dad would sneak her some under the table. It was that Stella didn't let Jackie drink since she came to Adams. Stella goes by the rules of the clave. The shadowhunter drinking age was fifteen, and that was final.

But Stella wasn't here right now. She was out, dancing, with some guy.

Jackie smiled to herself, then walked over to the bar.

"A shot of tequila, thank-you," said Jackie to the fat bartender.

The bartender laughed in her face.

"Sweetie, the closest your going to get to alcohol is apple cider. Now, what do you really want? We have soda," he said with a smirk, "but not milk, if that's what your looking for."

Jackie mentally slapped herself. Why would he give a fourteen-year old tequila?! Maybe in Idris she could pass off as the right age but here, in America, the drinking age is twenty-one.

"Coke, then," sighed Jackie.

"Coming right up."

The bartender took a Coke from the mini-fridge and a straw, and handed the to Jackie.

"Cheers," he said with a wink. Jackie internally gagged.

Then, Jackie drank... And sat... And nothing, really. Nobody was paying attention to her. Though, to be frank, Jackie was stupid for thinking anyone would in the first place. Jackie sighed.

Independence is lonely.

"So, how long do you plan on staying in Adams?" asked Nick.

Clary's arms were around Nick's neck, and his hands were on her hips. Nick rested his chin on Clary's head. They rocked back and forth to the music.

Clary and Nick were dancing. And he wasn't bad. Nick was no Jace, but he certainly wasn't a Simon.

"I don't know," Clary answered truthfully. She hadn't given it much thought, "How long have you lived here?"

"Forever," he said simply, looking down at her.

"That's a long time."

"Yeah. Too long."

A comfortable silence passed between the two teenagers.

"Lola?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever had a boyfriend before?"

What? Clary was surprised. Did he know who she really was?!

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason..." Nick pulled away from Clary and she removed her arms from her neck, "I was just wondering, if you, in Idris, if, maybe, you have, someone?"

Clary grinned at his nerves. "No, Nick. I don't have a boyfriend."

"So, nobody would mind if I-"

But he was cut off by Clary's lips on his own.

Stella scanned the room. Jackie was sitting at the bar drinking Coke. Lola and Nick were making out in the corner. And Stella was dancing with "Jim." He wasn't her type, but he was better than no one.

Stella and Jim danced through "Glad you Came" by the Wanted.

Just one more dance.

Then they danced through "Paradise" by Coldplay. Stella was about to pull away when "Pumped up Kicks" by Rock Charts Fever, Stella's favorite song, came on. She just had to stay.

Before she knew it, Stella was on her fifth song. And she was having fun. That's right, Stella was having fun. Nobody, including Stella, ever thought "Stella" and "fun" would be in the same sentence together, at least not accompanied by a "no."

And Stella didn't want to leave. Stella felt free for the first time in so long. So when Stella felt her phone vibrate against her leg, for once in her life, she ignored it. Stella was sick of being the responsible one.

"Hello?" Jackie said into the phone.

"Jackie? It's Ruby."

"Uh, Ruby? What's up?" Jackie was the last person Ruby would call if something was wrong.

"Jackie, they're here."

Jackie gasped, "W-Why didn't you call Stella?"

"She didn't answer. Neither did Nick or Andrew."

"Well, they're all a bit busy."

"Jackie, just come home. They're creepy."

Jackie frowned, everyone at the Adams Oregon Institute was protective over Ruby, they didn't even let her go demon-hunting.

"Creepy, how?"

"Two girl Warlocks"

"Warlocks? I thought the Clave would send Shadowhunters."

"Nope. Warlocks. I can sense it. And they said so."

"But how are they creepy Ruby?"

Ruby groaned in frustration, "They just are! They look, like, exactly alike. Both of them are pretty and blonde and they don't even have warlock names."

"What are their names?"

"Lexi and Riley."

Sorry there was no introduction. I didn't think this chapter needed it. Please don't kill me about Jace's pov! Though probably the last part made up for it...

Please review with your favorite pov: Jace, Clary, Jackie, or Stella. Thanks For everything!