Hi! You guys are probably wondering why I haven't posted this chapter, in a while. Well, first of all, I was busy. I had to visit my grandmas, grandpas, uncles, aunts, and cousins. And the second thing is, that my internet isn't working. It sucked so much. Anyways, thank you CrystalToxin, for following my story, and thank you HerondaleCake, for your awesome review. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

~Alyssa Herondale

In History class, Brooke sat right next to Jesse. He glared at her. She smirked, and started paying attention in class. Jesse took out a piece of paper, and scrawled furiously on it. He passed it on to Brooke. She took it, and read it. It wrote, Fuck You. She shrugged and mouthed, Fuck you too. He shook his head angrily, and groaned. "You okay there, Cartwright?" she asked, as she touched his shoulders.

He shrugged it off, and shouted, "Fuck off, bitch!" Everyone turned to stare at them. So as Mr. Montclaire, who scowled at them.

"Second day, and already starting a fight with your classmate, Ms. Herondale?" he asked. She started to protest, but he cut her off. "Shut up. You, Mr. Cartwright, the best student in this class, picking a fight with the new student? Unbelievable. Today, after school, both of you, will have to stay in and do some extra work. Ms. Herondale, since you are a new student, this will not affect your report card. However, Mr. Cartwright, this will affect yours." Jesse glared at her.

"Okay." she replied.

During training, the class learned how to throw knives. Brooke was relieved, that she didn't have to spar with Jesse anymore. She didn't want to make things more badly.

When she got home after detention, Clary asked, "So, Sophie told me that you got a detention today. She told me that you had a fight with that Jesse guy."

"I wasn't actually going to fight him. It just happened. First, he wrote fuck you, on paper, then, I said fuck you too, and then he started shouting in class."

"Did you say sorry to him?"

"No, I didn't. I don't think he deserves a sorry."

"Then you have to say sorry to him tomorrow."

"No way."

"Okay, if you don't want to say sorry to him tomorrow, then you have to invite him to dinner, tomorrow."

"But-"

"And no buts." Brooke scowled, and stomped off to her bedroom.

The next day, Brooke ignored Jesse's glare, during History class. Finally, during lunch, Brooke walked over to Jesse's table, where he and his friends sat during lunch, and said, "Hi Jesse! My parents want you to come and join us for dinner, tonight. I don't see why anyone wants to refuse, having a dinner with the Herondales, at all. Plus, you have to go, anyway. After school, meet me outside, and I'll take you to The Herondale Manor. Oh, and if you refuse, you're going to regret it so badly. Bye, see you in training!" She blew kisses at him, and stalked off to her table.

"Whoa, you didn't tell us you got a hot girlfriend, who's a Herondale, Jesse," said Paul, who was one of his friends.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Oh really, then why did she asked you to join for dinner, huh?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely not what you think it is."

Paul rolled his eyes, and said, "Whatever."

"Why did you go to Jesse's table, just now?" asked Jenna.

Brooke shrugged and said, "Mom wants him to come over to dinner tonight, to work things out between us."

"Ugh, I'm so jealous! Perhaps, I can maybe join for dinner, tonight?" asked Noémie.

Brooke rolled her eyes. "The only reason you want join for dinner, is because you just want to hang out with Jesse. So, no, you can't come for dinner tonight."

"Fine."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, but why do your parents want me to come to dinner?"

"You'll soon find out." She took out her stele, and started drawing the portal rune.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making a portal"

"How?"

"With a my stele."

"But-"

"Shut up, and get in the portal."

He nodded, and they went in the portal.

"What the fuck just happened?"

"We're here. Welcome, to The Herondale Manor."

"Wow."

"Come on. Let's get inside."

"Okay."

They walked in, and Brooke called out, "Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Clary and Jace walked in. Clary's wearing an apron, holding a spatula. "Mom, Dad, meet Jesse the guy who's joining us to dinner, tonight."

"Hello, Jesse. it's so nice to finally, meet you." said Clary.

"Hi." mumbled Jace.

Clary elbowed his ribs, sharply. He winced. "Anyways, dinner will be ready ready in about, 30 minutes. So, you three can go ahead and do something fun, together." They nodded, and went into the living room.

"So, what should we do?" asked Jesse

"Oh! Truth and dare!" replied Brooke, excitedly.

"Nice," said Jace.

"Dad, you start first." Brooke said.

"Cool."

"Dad, truth or dare?" she asked.

"Dare."

"...Okay... I dare you to stop mom from drinking coffee, tomorrow morning."

"That's hard." she grinned. "But okay, I'll do it tomorrow."

"I'll be watching you, dad."

"Anyways, Jesse boy, it's your turn. Truth, or Dare?"

"Truth." said Jesse.

"Okay, then. So, is it true, that you called my daughter, a bitch?"

He hesitated."Um, yes I did."

Jace looked pleased. "It's true that the Herondale girls can be a little bitchy, sometimes. But not my wife. She isn't born a Herondale." Jesse nodded.

"Brooke, truth or dare?" Jesse asked.

"Dare." she replied.

"Hmm... I dare you to do a backflip." She smirked.

"Easy." She got up from the couch, took a deep breath, and did a backflip. Jesse looked surprised.

"How did you learned that?"

"My dad thought me how to do it, when I was 5. I can also do cartwheels, and front flips."

"Nice"

"Dinner's ready!" shouted Clary from the kitchen.

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