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City of Broken Hearts

JPOV

Some say I'm a god. Others say I'm cocky. Me? I think I'm normal. Yes, I'm beautiful and all the girls want some of this, I mentally gestured at my body. I may date some of the really pretty girls but I don't really love them. A lot of them just want me for sex. I just stare at them blankly and nod. I'm honestly not all that special, even ask my best friend Alec. I smirked as I walked down the hallway to art class. Why am I taking this class? I suck at art. Oh well. I walked into the class room to see a redheaded girl sitting next to my seat. Damn, she has a body, I thought to myself. I go to take my seat, only to be pulled to the side by Aline, who presses her body against mine and kisses my neck. I try to push her away but she clings to me. I look over to see the redheaded girl trying to hide her smirk by looking down at her papers.

"Jace…" Aline's voice brought back my attention.

I smiled down at her, "Yes?"

"You're coming to my place after school today." She said trying to give me a sexy smile, but it didn't work.

"I can't Aline. I have plenty of homework to do." I push her away and walk to my seat. I look down at the redhead and smiled, "Hi, there."

She looked up at me with wide eyes like I scared her.

"Uhm… Hi?" She said confused.

"I'm Jace. What's your name?" I looked into her bright green eyes.

"Clarissa. But I go by Clary." She said quickly.

"Clary. Hmm… like the sage?" I lightly teased her.

"No! No. Nothing like the sage." She exclaimed.

"Okay…" I smiled and faced forward.

CPOV

Who does he think he is? Teasing me like he's my friend? I glanced over at him. Mmm, he was cute. Wait, what am I thinking? I can't like him, he probably has a girlfriend. I continue to look at him while I have a mental argument with myself. His hair was so beautiful, it was like gold. I wanted to tangle my fingers in his curls. I tried to look at his eyes without him noticing, but of course he noticed. He looked down at me and smiled. Oh. My. Gawd. His smile was drop-dead-gorgeous. Although his one tooth was chipped this made it even hotter.

"What?" He snapped.

"Nothing." I stared into, yes, golden eyes. Damn, how much hotter can he get!

"Okay then you should pay attention." He semi-warned me.

I faced forward nodding. 50 minutes later I looked up at the clock on the wall. I sighed, 5 minutes left of class. The teacher gave us free time to talk with classmates. I looked down to see what I drew. It was a picture of Jace, but with black wings.

"Wow, that's a really good picture. Who's it supped to be?" An Asian looking girl sneered over my shoulder.

"N—no one." I glared up at her, covering my art work.

"Oh, really?" She sneered again.

"Aline, leave her alone. Why don't you go put more make-up on? I don't think you look slutty enough." A girl's voice came from my other side. I turned around and looked at her. The other girl had stormed off.

"Thanks." I tried to smile.

"No problem. I'm Maia." She smiled. She had medium brown hair and brown eyes. She reminded me of Simon, my best friend.

"My name is Clary." I finally smiled.

"Clary? Are you friends with Simon Lewis?"

"Yes. He's my best friend."

"Are you guys talking about rat-boy?" Jace interrupted.

"Excuse me!" I exclaimed.

"You're excused." Jace smirked.

"You can't talk about my friend like that." I glared up at him.

"Rat-boy has friends?" Jace looked down at me.

"His name is NOT rat-boy, it's Simon." I snapped at him.

"Jace…" Maia started.

"What?" He looked at her.

"You should be nicer. Please stop calling Simon 'rat-boy'." She pleaded.

"Fine." He turned away.

I looked at Maia, "Are you two dating?"

"What! No, I live in the same house as him."

"Plus, she's not my type. I don't date gamers." Jace glared at us.

"Oh, okay." I looked down at my drawing of Jace.

"Is that me?" Jace asked softly.

I turned to snap at him but he was looking at the picture and smiling a real smile, "Uhmm, yes."

"It's really good."

"Thanks." I blushed looking down, "It's just a rough draft. So it's really not that good."

"I think it's perfect. Can I have it?" He asked gently.

"Uhmm. I need it for the final draft. You can have after that, if that's okay." I added at the end. He just nodded and walked away.

JPOV

Why did she have a picture of me? Why did I ask for it? What does it mean to me? I relaxed a little, letting some of my runes show. I heard girls gasp and groan when they saw them. Alec, Izzy, Sebastian, Jonathan, and I are the only ones with them. For some weird reason so does Aline. I walked over to our table where everyone was, including rat-boy.

"Hey Jace!" Izzy smiled at me.

"Hi Izzy," I looked at rat-boy, "Why is rat—" I got kicked in the ass by Maia and she glared at me, "—Simon sitting with us?"

"I told him he could, plus I want meet this girlfriend of his." Izzy explained.

"She's not my girlfriend, she's my best friend." Simon defended.

"Yeah, well, whatever." Izzy looked away.

"Hey Lewis!" a familiar voice called behind me.

Simon turned around to greet the redhead, Clary, "Hey Clare!"

"Are these your friends?" she asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek and sitting next to him.

"Yeah. That's," he pointed at Izzy, "Izzy. Next to her is her older brother, Alec. Then the annoying 'twins' Sebastian and Jonathon. And lastly is smart-ass Jace."

"Hi!" She smiled brightly at us. They all greeted her and went back to eating, except for Sebastian.

"Hey there pretty girl." He smiled, snaking his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

She slapped his cheek. Hard. I laughed at this. Hardly anyone slaps Sebastian, except for Izzy.

"Don't you dare do that again!" She yelled at him.

"Wow, Clary, you have guts to slap one of the hottest guys at school." I teased her.

"Hottest?" She gapped, "Puh-lease! He is SO not hot." She blushed as if she had an afterthought.

"Anyways…" I started.

"Oh, Clary!" Izzy looked at her happily, "We're so going shopping after school. You need to upgrade your wardrobe."

Clary looked at Izzy with a scared look, "Izzy, don't make her go—"

"She HAS to go, Jace."

"It's fine, I'll go." Clary announced, "I-I just can't be long. I have a job."

Izzy's eyes shined, "A job! Oooo! Where do you work?"

"Uhmm, a place near my house." She blushed again.

"Uh, okay." Izzy looked at Simon to have a conversation with him.

Clary was looking down when I glanced over at her, "Hey, is something wrong?" She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, "Clary? Do you want to talk about it with me?"

She shook her head. I went to sit down next her. She glanced to the side at me then looked down. I wanted to put my arm around her but she looked too fragile. I put my hand on her arm instead.

"Clare?" Simon turned around, "Oh. My. God. Clare, is it him again?"

She nodded. Simon got up and took her with him.

"What happened?" Izzy looked at me.

"How would I know? She wouldn't tell me a thing."

"Jace…"

"I'm going to class." I got up and left.

5th…6th…7th…

This day was taking forever. I walked into my seventh hour class. I felt someone bump into my back.

"Oh! I-I'm so s-s-sorry!" Clary's voice came from behind me.

I turned around to her hands covering her face, "Clary, its fine. You just need to watch where you're going, okay?" I put my hands on her shoulders.

"Okay…" She nodded, relaxing under my touch.

"Are you in this class too?" I asked trying not to sound awkward.

"I-I think so…?" She stuttered.

"Can I see your schedule?" I put my hand out. She handed the paper to me. I look at it, "Hmm. You seem to have another class with me." I smirked down at her. She just nodded, "Want to go take our seats?"

"Yeah." She started toward the front.

I grabbed her wrist, "Unless you like getting called on, you'll want to sit in the back."

She looked down at my hand that was still wrapped around her wrist, "O-okay."

I guided her to where I sat. She sat in the chair next to me.

CPOV

Why in the world do I trust Jace? I have no idea! I hardly know him and yet I feel safe around him. I glanced up at him. He was looking at me, smiling.

"Wh-What?" I stuttered. For some reason he makes me stutter. I never stutter.

"Nothing." He kept smiling at me.

"Why do you keep looking and smiling at me?"

"I don't know. You're just beautiful."

I snorted, "As if."

"I'm serious, Clary." He softly touched my cheek.

"Sure, Jace." I swatted his hand away.

"I'll prove it if you go on a date with me."

"You know, modesty makes you ugly, Jace." I stated.

"Good thing I'm too beautiful. So is that a yes?"

"I guess so. Where do you plan on taking me?"

"Anywhere you want to go." He whispered in my ear just as the teacher finally came in. Jace entwined his fingers with mine. I felt my cheeks turn red. I tried to pull my hand out of his but he wouldn't let me. I glared up at him. He smirked down at me. I sighed, letting my hand relax in his. I look down at his hands and saw black swirls. I gasped quietly then looked forward at the teacher.

Soon enough the class was over. I felt Jace's eyes on my face. I looked up at him, "Yes?"

"Want to go to Central Park?" He smiled down at me.

"Sure, I guess. I've only been there once."

"Really? Only once? We are so going to Central Park."

"Okay." I sighed.

"What's the matter, Clary?" He directed me towards the park.

"My—my brother took me here that one time."

"Your brother?" He looked confused.

"Yes, he…" I looked down, not meeting his eyes, "He was kidnapped about five or six years ago. We never found him."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's my fathers fault. He's the one who kidnapped him." I finally looked up at him with sad eyes. I heard him sigh and felt his arms around my small body. I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face into his chest. I felt tears at my eyes and I started to cry into his shirt.

"It's okay, Clary, I'll always be here for you." He cooed in my ear.

"Promise?" I mumbled into his shirt. He smelled of sunlight, if that was possible, and fighting gear. Strange.

"I promise." He kissed my head.

"Jace," I pulled back to look at him, "I—thank you."

"For what?" He looked down at me.

"There's only two other people who know what I just told you."

"Oh. Who?"

"Simon and my mother." I let out a sigh.

"Clary." I felt his hand on my cheek. His voice was sympathetic.

"I—I hardly let anyone in. That's why I came back to school. I was becoming less and less social and Simon began to worry. So he convinced my mother."

"What was your brother like?" He asked.

"He was wonderful. My best friend, besides Simon. He would protect me from my father. I loved him so much." I smiled at Jace.

"He seems nice. What's his name?"

"Jon. Jonathan Christopher Fray." I simply stated.

"Hmm." Was all he said.

"What?" I searched his face and found nothing, "Jace, what's wrong? Please tell me."

"It's just that… that guy, Jonathan, the one Izzy introduced you to. His middle name is Christopher. Although he doesn't have a last name."

"Oh…" I entwined my hand with his.

"I can talk to him, if you want." Jace suggested.

"Okay." I smiled up at him and squeezed his hand gently.

JPOV

Damn, she has a harsh life. I wish I could have been there for her. She seems so fragile.

"Clary," she looked up at me, "Is there anything I can do?"

She shook her head, "No. Just be here."

"Okay." I let go of her hand and put my arm around her waist.

"Thanks, Jace." She leaned into me.

"Anytime." I buried my face into her hair. She smelt of flowers, fighting gear, and… alcohol. Weird. She doesn't seem like one to drink, "Clary, do you drink?"

She looked up at me with wide eyes, "N-no! It's not what you think!" She grabbed a handful of my shirt.

"Clary… I'm not judging you. I just wanted to know why you smell like alcohol." I placed my one free on top of hers.

"I know." She sighed, "I work at a bar."

"Clary…" I let out a long sigh, "Why the hell do you work at a bar? You're way too young."

"My… my mom, she needs the money and no one will employ her." She started to cry.

"Don't cry, Clary." I wiped her tears.

"I'm so sorry." She covered her face with her hands.

"Clary, there's no need to be sorry." I pulled her to me. She buried her face into my chest, "It's okay, Clary. I promise."

She kept crying into my shirt, soaking it. I looked down at her. So fragile… I thought to myself.

She started to calm down, "Jace..?"

"Hm?"

"Will you take me home?" She asked quietly.

"Sure, can you walk?"

She shook her head, "N-no."

"Okay. I'll carry you then." I bent down, putting one hand under her knees, the other on her back. She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face into the side of my neck. I could feel her tears. I walked towards my motorcycle, holding her close to my. When I got there I put her down in front of my bike. She kept her arms around my neck.

"Don't let go of me." She said sheepishly.

"Clary…" I sighed, wrapping my arms around her waist, "You need to hop on, Clary."

"Not yet, please." She sighed into my neck.

"Okay." I rested my head on her shoulder.

CPOV

I didn't want to let go of him yet. He was warm.

"Jace, I don't want to go home." I confessed.

"But Clary, you just sa—"

"I know what I said," I cut him off, "I want to go home, just not… home."

"Oh. Would you like to stay at my place?"

"Yes. But I have to get to work."

"Clary…" he let out a long sigh, "You really shouldn't be working there."

"I know… but my mom needs the money."

"How much does she need?"

"Over a thousand…" I detached myself from him, already missing his warmth.

"For what?" He looked at me.

"Rent. We're paying little at a time but it keeps going up." I looked at my feet.

"Why don't you move out. You can quit your job."

"We have no place to stay." I sighed, "Anyways, I need to get to work."

"Okay. Hop on." He swung his leg over the motorcycle. I jumped on behind him. He handed me the helmet and I put it on. "You should hold on to me."

I just nodded wrapping my arms around his waist. He sped towards the bar.


Sorry it's UBER long... I wrote it all on paper and it was like... 10 pages . ANY WAYS! Please review!