Undercover

Chapter 2 (Picture of Jace)

Blake's POV

I woke up early since it was the first day of school, I walked to the bathroom and I got in the shower. I washed my hair and my body, I got out wrapped a towel around me and my hair. I walked to the sink and I washed my face and brushed my teeth.

I walked out and I dried off, I put on my bra and underwear. I pulled on a black tank top and see through black button up shirt, I pulled on black skinny jeans next and combat boots. I put my hair up in a clip and I put on foundation. I put on eyeliner and mascara, I grabbed my phone sticking it in my back pocket. I walked out and downstairs, I walked into the kitchen seeing Louis.

"Good morning, Louis," I said.

"At least there is one good child in this house," he said.

"Talking about me, I see," Jace said walking in.

"Yeah, that's what happens when your not so nice," I said.

"Haha," he laughed sarcastically. "We gotta go."

"Let me get my keys," I said.

"Uh no, you're riding with me," he said.

"You're not the boss of me Parker," I said. "Don't get that messed up." He smirked and bit his lip, he walked to me.

"I like them feisty," he whispered and walked past me, I clenched my jaw and I followed him out.

"Have a nice day," Louis called.

"They're gonna kill each other," I heard María. I opened my door and got in, he got in and he blasted the radio. He started driving and I turned it off.

"Hey, don't touch my radio," he said.

"I got a headache of just two seconds of that music," I said.

"Just hearing your voice gives me a headache," he said.

"I can say the same for you," I said, my watch beeped and I clicked it. "What's up?"

"So, how's babysitting the royal brat?" Simon asked.

"Simon," I hissed in a whisper.

"The royal brat is with you?" He asked.

"Hi watch boy," Jace said.

"Hi royal brat," Simon said.

"Simon, I'm on the way to school, I can't talk," I said.

"You graduated," he said.

"Who said an assassin can't be a student?" I asked.

"Bye Blake," he said.

"Bye Si," I said and clicked off, he whipped it in a parking lot and parked. "Hey, I gotta be alive to protect you." He looked at me.

"Listen, you're about to enter hell," he said.

"I'm 17, I know what school is," I said.

"Not our school," he said. "You find friends, because you just don't get accepted into a group."

"I'm here to protect you, not have friends," I said.