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Babysitting? Yeah, not so much

By missymagi

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own anything anything to do with the Mortal Instruments. That would be the lovely Cassandra Clare

CPOV

"Yo, Clary, wanna hang out?" Simon, my best friend asked. I felt bad since he drove all the way here.

"Can't, I finally got a job babysitting."

"Seriously?" Simon burst out laughing. "You hate kids!"

I scowled. "I don't hate kids…we just don't get along very well, is all."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Fray." I sighed

"Want to take me to the house?" I asked.

"Sure, why not." He said. "I kinda of wanna see where these cracked out people who hired you live."

"Of course you do."

XOXOXO

"They live in a church?" Simon's spoke for both of us.

"You must have put in the wrong address." I tried to reason.

"Nope, this is exactly what you told me." He looked back at the church. "Maybe they gave you the wrong address."

"Maybe…" I thought back to the phone call. There was no way I could have possibly messed up the address. "I'll, uh, be right back."

"Don't get raped." He called.

I walked up to the huge church doors and rang a bell. This has to be the strangest house ever.

The door opened revealing a golden boy. He was ridiculously hot and I was defiantly not his type. The boy had the strangest eyes. They looked gold. Must be contacts, I figured. And he had beautiful gold hair to match. The boy had strange black swirls decorating his arms.

His hand waved in front of my face.

"I'm sorry, what?" I blushed for being caught staring.

"I said you must be the babysitter, and don't worry, it is completely natural for girls to stare at me." Jerk.

"And you must be the baby." I clasped my hands together and using that adult-talking-to-a-small-child voice and said, "Is your mommy or daddy home?"

"Very funny, short stuff." He smirked at me. "Come on, follow me."

I followed the golden boy into an elevator. "You have an elevator?"

"So it appears." He responded. His voice sounded cold.

"So is it fun living in a church?" I asked.

"I don't live in a church, Mundane." I looked at him. Rude, much?

"Okay…" I thought about what he said. "What's a mundane?"

"Someone who is from the ordinary world," I must have given him a confused looked because he continued, "Someone like you."

"Oh, what makes me ordinary?"

"You're blind just like everyone else." He scoffed at me.

"I am not blind!" I snapped.

"No, you are, but you just don't know it yet." I wrapped my arms around myself. Maybe it was a mistake taking this job. I don't deserve this verbal abuse. "I'm Jace, by the way." He said. I nodded to show that I heard him. "You are…?"

"Clary." The elevator finally let us out. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. One more second of being trapped in that small box with him, I would have killed him.

"This way, Clary," I followed behind him making sure there was a little bit of distance between us. He kept glancing back at me every so often even though it was a short walk to a room that I was going to guess was a library.

"You must be Clarissa." A gorgeous older woman spoke. "I am Mayrse and I see you met Jace." She had black swirls on her arms as well.

"Clary." I tried not sound bitter, but…

"This is my youngest son, Max." She gestured over to a small boy who had on big glasses, holding a comic book. "He is nine years old and he goes to bed at 8:30. You can do whatever you want and my other kids will be around I guess, oh, and Max usually does his own thing so don't worry about him. Now I'm late and goodbye." She rushed out the door.

Max got up and left the room leaving me and Jace alone. I slumped down on the couch that the lady was just sitting on.

"If Max is a loud to do whatever the hell he wants, then why am I here?" I asked Jace.

It looked like I snapped him out of thought. "You are here to make sure he doesn't do something that he's not supposed to do." Jace stated as if it were the most obvious fact ever.

"And what is he not supposed to do?" I questioned. It was like pulling teeth with this guy.

"Since you're a mundie, I am not allowed to say." His eyes were so hypnotizing.

"Okay." I tore my gaze from his and stared down at the floor.

"Lets' find the others." He said. I got up and followed him again making sure to keep distance between us. "Church, where is Alec and Izzy?" The cat got up and started walking and Jace followed it.

"You trained the cat to find people?" I couldn't help, but sound amazed.

"Nah, he's just really smart."

"Oh, okay."

"You say that a lot." He smirked at me. "You could walk closer to me. I don't bite unless we are in a sexual situation."

A blush crept onto my cheeks as I walked a little closer to him. "Better." He said.

The cat led us into a kitchen where a really tall black haired girl was mixing something in a pot on the stove and a black haired boy was sitting at the table watching. They both had those strange black tattoos except it looked like it was fading.

"Give up ,Iz." The boy complained. "It's going to suck no matter what you do."

"You are so rude, Alec!" The girl-Iz- chastised. "Hey, Jace," she didn't even look at him once and she knew he was there. Weird.

"Who's the girl?" Alec asked while looking at me.

"Clary." I answered.

"She's the babysitter." Jace explained as he popped a seat at the table. I stood by the door, awkwardly, till Jace motioned me to sit next to him.

"I can't believe mom hired a mundie." The girl sounded grossed out.

"Not that I do agree with mom hiring the girl," Alec said. "I think it was a good idea so that way mom will know that Max won't be doing things that he isn't supposed to be doing."

"Is he like some type of devil kid who acts good in front of strangers?" I wondered aloud.

Jace chuckled. "Don't worry about it, Clary. Isabelle, throw out that poison now."

"Fine," she huffed as she threw out a put full of noodles. "I have a date tonight anyways." She grabbed a purse off the counter and scurried off.

"I have to leave too, Jace." Alec said. He left the room and it was back to just me and Jace.

"They hate me." I noted aloud.

"No they don't, we just tend to get a little annoyed at mundane, is all." Jace stood up and opened the fridge. Then closed it and leaned against the counter. "What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm?" I asked.

"Where do you want to go?" He rephrased his question.

"I can't leave, I'm babysitting." I gave him a weird look.

"If you say so."

"We could order pizza." I suggested.

"That has got to be the most mundane thing you could possibly say."

"To be not considered a mundie," I got up and walked over to him. He eyed me suspiciously, "Do you have to have these black tattoos?" I traced the ones on his arm as I said that. His skin felt very callous and I noticed goosebumps forming to my touch.

"You can see it?" He pulled his arm away, but he looked reluctant before his face went back into shock.

"Ugh, we are back to that again?" I felt annoyed. "I told you I am not blind! God, get that through your thick skull!"

"I think I am starting to believe you." He ran his hand through his hair as he shook his head.

I felt a jolt of envy because I really wanted to run my hands through his hair.


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