"There is no way in hell I'm sharing my room with him!" Clary yelled at her dad from across the restaurant table. Clary, her dad, his new wife Celine, and her son Jace were all out to dinner celebrating the newlywed's return from their honeymoon. An occasion like this was supposed to be a happy one, but the dinner's conversation went downhill very quickly when Clary's father decided to discuss the new living arrangements.

"Language Clarissa!" her father scolded her, obviously surprised at his daughter's outburst. Clary wasn't usually the kind of girl to yell back at her father, let alone curse.

"Although I hate to say this, I'm going to have to agree with your daughter Mr. Morgenstern. I'll be more than happy to sleep on the couch. There's no need for me to intrude," Jace answered in the calm and smooth tone he used only around adults when he was trying to get his way. It pissed Clary off that Jace could manipulate people the way he did, but she bit her tongue realizing that, tonight, it might actually work in her favor. Jace didn't want to share a room with her anymore than she did with him.

"Jace, I will not have you sleeping on a couch until we find a better home. An athlete and student like you needs a goodnight sleep every night. You and Clary will just have to get over this stupid rivalry of yours," Valentine told Jace, while shooting a pointed look at Clary. Clary didn't know why her father called their rivalry stupid. She had plenty of reasons, valid reasons to hate Jace Wayland. He was an arrogant, womanizing, narcissistic asshat that had made it his mission to terrorize her everyday since kindergarten. Clary had no idea why Jace hated her so much but he had made it very clear, on a daily basis, that their feelings were mutual.

Clary opened her mouth to tell her father that Jace could sleep in the street for all she cared, when she felt Jace kick her from under the table. She looked in his direction prepared to give him a look that could kill, and instead caught him mouthing the words; I'll handle this just trust me. Clary nodded at him discreetly, deciding that if this went wrong he could be the one to blame for it, not her.

"Mr. Morgenstern, Clary and I put our rivalry in the past while you and my mom were in Idris on your honeymoon. In fact, we're very close now aren't we Clary?" he asked me while tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Clary tried not to flinch away from his touch but she couldn't help it. "Hey, there's no need to be shy about our new relationship, I'm sure they'll understand." Jace told her, his voice dripping with false adoration.

"What relationship?" Valentine asked, voicing Clary's own thoughts.

"Well, a romantic one," Jace told Valentine. "Very romantic, right Clary? I can't wait until we have that bedroom all to ourselves." Jace whispered into her ear, just loud enough for Celine and Valentine to hear. Even though Clary knew what Jace was doing, she couldn't help but grimace in disgust, and her father noticed.

"Jace!" Celine scolded her son for such an inappropriate comment.

"Its okay Celine, he's lying. Look at the way Clary's glaring at him. Its obvious they aren't together. Oh and Jace if you I ever hear you say something like that to my daughter again, or if anything other than sleeping takes place in your shared room, I will personally chop off both of your testicles, freeze them, and then tie them back on so I can you hang you upside down from them. Then I'll force feed you peas and make you watch Nicholas Sparks movies on repeat for the rest of your life. Understand?" Valentine finished, his voice deadly serious. Jace nodded while trying to keep his eyes from bugging out of his head. Clary, enjoying Jace's discomfort, snickered and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Good, now if you two are getting along well by the time we move into the new house, we'll put in an art and music room for the two of you." Celine told the teenagers.