So, for a book report a few years ago, I had the option of 'adding a chapter' to one of the books I had read (it had to be at least 500 words). Of course I chose that option because it was much better for me to do that one than the other options I had. I chose to do the part in City of Bones, after (or kind of in the middle of) Chapter 17 – The Midnight Flower (page 318). This is Jace's POV.

Go on, go after him. Pat him on the head and tell him he's still your super special little guy.

I snorted to myself as I walked angrily down the hallway. The night had started out so good. Practically perfect. I'd taken Clary on a picnic up to the Greenhouse – my favorite place in the whole institute. It had gone so well…joking, having a good time, just being ourselves. And I had even plucked up enough courage to kiss her. After that, I had walked her back inside, to her room. I had kissed her a second time.

Then, what do you know, Simon Rat-boy Lewis walks in (well, out, but who cares about the specifics?) and completely ruins the moment. So then Clary goes on about how we were just kissing. Just kissing. I had said a sarcastic comment about it because that's just what I do. So now I'm upset and walking fast and not paying attention to where I'm going. I even glared at the cat as it walked by.

I rounded a corner and realized that my feet had led me to my bedroom. Some part of my brain noticed Alec standing beside my door, obviously wanting to talk to me. Another part wondered why he was up so late, but the main part of my brain didn't notice, didn't care, and didn't want to talk. So I walked right past him, standing there with his mouth open, ready to talk to me, and stormed into my room.

I heard the barely audible sound of surprise Alec made before I slammed my door shut. I ghosted toward my bed, jumping into the air when I was a few feet from it. I landed quite gracefully, if I do say so myself, on my stomach with my face buried right in the middle of one of my uncomfortable pillows. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. And because of that, it went almost reflexively to the one person I didn't want to think about, see, or talk to for at least the next day or two.

Clary.

As much as I didn't want to think about her, I didn't try to push her out of my head. I let her stay there. As if my brain wanted to slowly torture itself to death, I was suddenly thinking about every single thing that made Clary Clary. I saw her freckles, her messy red hair, and the faint color that's on her cheeks whenever I catch her looking at me. I inhaled, and imagined that I could smell her. I imagined that I could smell the strange, intoxicating scent of her that's almost like a combination of pencil lead and rain.

I realized that I was smiling, and sat up quickly, my eyes wide. I was looking almost as if I was frightened, which I quite possibly could have been. I had so many different emotions going through my head, one of them could've been fear and I would've never even known.

Because even though it obviously was, I was repeating "this can not be happening," over and over in my head. It just couldn't be. But it was. I couldn't stop it. I was never going to stop it, no matter how hard I tried and no matter how long I lived. As soon as I realized this, I accepted it.

I, Jace Wayland, am in love with Clarissa Fray.