AN: Hey guys, this is my first Mortal Instruments fanfic and I hope you enjoy it. Please review! Btw: unfortunately I do not own the mortal instruments (or jace) Cassandra Clare does

CLARY POV

'We're going to the Club!' Usually a woman my age would be ecstatic to hear this from her best friend. A great way to escape, have a few drinks and party until the sun's brought back up. Me? Not so much.

'Done!' Izzy said pulling her hands away from her eyes and twirling me around to face the wardrobe mirror. She was a hell-uv-a miracle worker. That I couldn't deny, down from the hair to the bra and panty set she'd laid out for me. The woman had to be commended yet I couldn't help but feel and aching of tire willowing its way below my eyes.

The black lacy lingerie hidden underneath a short sleeveless bright green dress bombarded my reflection. I was definitely and eye catcher tonight but even though I couldn't admit to Isabelle I wish I could explain to her and get myself out of the mess I had gotten myself into tonight. My hair was propped up in a wistful load of ringlets patterning around my face and as I looked in the mirror I realized; beautiful? Maybe. But in no way did I feel it. Underneath the piles of makeup and expensive and designer décor I was a scared girl, the scariest part being I never let on. Not in 3 years. My secret that had me living in fear was hidden behind several cosmetics and a fake smile spread across my face.

'Let's go!' Exclaimed Izzy her high heels clanking against her wooden planked floor as she yanked me out of the room. Here w go, I thought dully to myself. Taking one glance at my phone before plunging it into the bottom of my bag. Just forget. Just for a bit. You can do this.

'Come on Clary, you got to live a little!' Isabelle exclaimed as she dragged me down the hall. Isabelle looked gorgeous as ever, her thick, luscious black hair hanging perfectly down her back and her skinny figure making her She'd just walked off of the latest Marc Jacobs Fashion Runway. She didn't have a care in the world; sometimes I envied the amount of life and happiness that surrounded her, completely oblivious to anything else, any hurt, abuse…anything. She was thee perfection of life, but at the same time she was hope. Hope that maybe perfection still exists in the world. I just need to find it.

'I'm sorry, I guess I'm just not feeling up for it Izzy.' She gave me a sympathetic look 'Clary,' she said as she grasped my hand in hers. 'I understand that you'd rather sit around watching reruns of vampire diaries but you need a little extra fun in your life. As your best friend it's my duty to help you through this.' Of course…she thought my problem was a self-obsession with Stefan Salvatore off vampire diaries. I couldn't help but want to point out that she was slightly amiss the subject but I thought better of it. I wasn't ready to stir up any more questions, even after a couple of martinis.

'Isn't this more of a teenagers thing?' I asked her glancing at the neon sign of Pandemonium. It was the latest club in New York City. She huffed.

'Fine Clary, go play your video games fighting werewolves or whatever you waste your life away on. I have no idea what Sebastian see's in you sometimes.' I was surprised I kept a straight face at the sound of my fiancée's name. To Isabelle my relationship was a little girl dreamed of. Me; the princess and him; my prince. I couldn't help but remember how I had thought that too. For as long as we had been together through high school. Plain perfection. Realities a bitch and a half.

'I'm just saying Iz-'

'No, you're not saying anything. What happened to the fun Clary, huh? We used to do so much together and ever since you've gotten engaged you do nothing! This should be the days where you're experiencing your last moments of freedom!' She urged. If only she knew that my freedom was lost a long time ago. I couldn't stop myself as I looked down at my phone which already was blaring with texts. Texts from the media asking for the latest interview to discuss being engaged to billionaire and hotshot 'Sebastian Verlac', texts from fans, texts from haters- it seemed that the whole population of New York had my damn number. If only I could truly answer how I feel about being engaged to Mr. Hotshot. I could see the latest headline.

'Clarissa Fray, New York Princess or damsel in distress?'

I turned it off without a second glance. Sebastian would be ringing any second if I left it on, demanding where I was. I could see it. He'd figure out in seconds within picking up that I was at a club and he'd track me down within the hour. Even if I didn't let on he'd be waiting for me by the time I'd get home, sipping on his vodka, emptying the glasses to throw at me. In the last week it had become his daily routine now matter if I'd been out or not. It was normal for me and as much as I hated to admit it Izzy was right. I needed tonight and I'd be damned I was going to get it. Not that I had a choice on the matter. In the end Izzy and Sebastian were the same in a way- they both got what they wanted no matter what, being what the want involving me.

In truth Isabelle didn't know what she was getting me into. No one did. I couldn't risk it. Sebastian was a cruel man who owned a lot of money and wasn't called the Prince of New York for nothing. In retrospect he owned the place and he could make people disappear with a snap of his hands. I'd seen it happen before and after trying to leave him four months ago he warned me that he could do just the same to all the people I loved. And I never doubted that he couldn't.

'Stop daydreaming Clary, the lines filling up!'

'Really Izzy?' I asked.

'Well...they may not recognize you.' I looked at her.

'Yeah because my face isn't plastered on that billboard over there.' I noted pointing to the sign just across the street announcing the upcoming wedding.

'Come on Mrs. Verlac by the time you shut your trap the club will be closed!'

Looking around as I entered hot on Izzy's heels I noticed the same thing every other club in New York; it was full of drunken guys more then a little tipsy and girls, some as young as sixteen wearing barley anything and dry humping across the bar.

'Nothing changes,' I muttered. It was funny how not too long ago I had been sneaking in to places like these under Rodney Pickler's fake ID's. Where I used to dance with Sebastian until my feet ached. At the time I was too oblivious to notice the female population of the club grinding up against him at the same time.

'Ugh, people do realize not everyone wants to see that, right?' Isabelle blabbered as she pointed to a drunken couple. A girl barely the age of seventeen sliding her tongue against her boyfriends bare penis in the middle of the dance floor.

'I thought they said this was an all ages club?' Izzy asked oblivious.

'It's true. Have you seen some of these chic's; no way are they older then thirteen? You didn't see me shaking all that when I was their age.' I said smirking in the direction of a group of teenagers. Izzy just looked at me and I couldn't help but laugh and put my hands up in surrender. 'Okay, okay. Maybe I wasn't miss perfect.' I laughed softly shaking me head. Even now she knew how to still make me laugh. After all these years and I was so thankful to have her and at times I didn't think she realized. I don't think I realized half the time either.

'Come on let's go shake what our mama gave us!' I announced dragging her to the dance floor. Dancing along to whatever it was pounding out of the speakers.

'I'll go get us a drink, okay?' Izzy said still giggling from the adrenaline rush and the mix of the first tequila shot of the night.

'Yeah fix me up with a tequila. You were right I need to let loose.' I smiled seeing her nod of appreciation and giving me a soft wink.

'Good on ya, girl!'

I shook my head flouncing my red curls out of my eyes and without realizing allowing my attention to focus on a blonde headed guy at the other end of the club, his face was half shadowed but the blonde hair was hard to miss, falling in natural curls around his bare, broad shoulders.

'Woah sorry.' I said as I aimlessly walked into someone. My focus still caught up on the guy. I didn't know why but I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of him. It was like a magnetic draw was pulling my eyes towards him and I didn't even want to blink.

His hand clutched a small glass of vodka and he seemed to be staring down at it. What captivated him though was the fact from what I could see he was utterly beautiful. His hair, his shoulder and anything else I could see was absolutely perfect and it took everything to look away when I realized someone was calling me.

'Clary! Clary!' Isabelle screamed causing me to snap back to attention, avoiding directing my attention back in the other direction. The last thing I needed was to force any unwanted attention on myself. She handed me my drink as I blinked back into focus.

'W…what, sorry?' I stuttered as Isabelle continued to stare at me before turning her attention to where my eyes were focused on shortly before. Her face crunched up in confusion as she turned to look back at me.

'What were you staring at?' Isabelle asked at the exact same time I noticed that the guy was no longer seated at the spot he was in just before. In fact he wasn't in sight at all. Gosh, I'm already imagining things and I hadn't even had a sip of my drink yet. I shook my head. Isabelle began huffing and moaning about being bored before stalking off in her own model like fashion in the opposite direction. I let out a breath I didn't even noticed I was holding until someone tapped my shoulder from behind.

'Iz I'm perfectly capable of standing here on my own!' I declared but it wasn't Izzy. I quickly looked at my still full glass of tequila. 'I guess I didn't imagine him.' I muttered. Taking in the familiar blonde hair I had seen moments ago I figured this was the guy I had seen before.

'I know I look like a god but you don't have to make your staring so noticeable.' He said cockily flicking his hair out of his eyes.

'You think I was staring at you?' I asked. So this was how the bastard wanted to play? Taking a deep breath I walked closer to him so my nose was just below his face. 'Wow I think someone needs to tone down you're ego Mr. Hotshot.'

'I don't think sweetheart, I know!' He mocked, and I turned to look at him clearly now he was in the light. I didn't care to retaliate as I found myself gazing into the most unusual eyes I have ever seen. Golden. Golden eyes. Not even brown but pure gold. I couldn't move my eyes away until he began to chuckle and said 'you're doing it again.'

I flushed as I noticed how close we were, our bodies mere millimetres away from each other.

'S..sorry, I don't know what came over me,' I stuttered before taking another deep breath. 'Your eyes.' I said and without thinking I moved closer looking into each one and seeing my reflection reflecting off them.

'I know they're unusual.'

'Definitley,' I agreed. 'But I'd do anything to draw them.'

He chuckled. 'Are you an artist then?' I looked at him surprised he dint recognize me.

'You don't know who I am?' I asked surprised. He shook his head.

'Sorry are you Leonardo divinci's long lost grand grand grand daughter or something?' He asked smiling.

'No. Nevermind'

'Sorry to deflate your ego.' He joked.

'Yours is the ego that needs deflating and I'm perfectly happy that you don't know who I am.' I said.

'Okay mystery girl, so you say.'

'What do you want?' I asked as I felt my cheeks redden. Blushing wasn't unusual for me. With my natural pale skin and red hair it came with the job. I just hoped that Isabelle had worked wonders another to hide it at least a little bit. His smirk grew.

'You and me forever bab-' before he finished he stopped and looked down at me as if he was seeing me for the first time. I glared up at him knowing exactly what he was going to say. I could feel my hand balling up. The guy had a nerve to attempt to get with me? I scoffed crossing my arms before my chest.

'I'm sorry. That came of wrong. To be honest, I don't know but while we're here do you want to dance?'

'Moments ago you were trying a pick up line?'

'I know and I'm sorry. Fresh start?'

'Ahhh so you see a pretty girl and decide hey she could be my ride to the back closet.'

'You think I'm a player?' He asked.

'I know you're a player.' I said.

'Okay usually I am but all I'm asking is one dance though the ride does sound extremely tempting and if you're offering-' I slapped him. Not hard but hard enough to get the message through and he smirked raising his hands in surrender.

'One dance?'

'One dance.' I grudgingly gave in propping my hand in his. 'That's all you're getting though.'

' Aww is it past your bedtime, Little Red.' he joked.

'Do you want to dance or not?' he chuckled pulling me to the dance floor, wrapping his arms around my waist after pulling mine around his neck.

One song turned into two. Two turned into three and eventually five.

His arms encircled my body as we pressed flush against each other. I didn't care that he was a stranger all I cared about for that split second was how he was making me feel. As his hands trailed my hip bones and played with my hair. It was obvious who knew what he was doing and the amount of pleasure that pounded through my body was intoxicating. For a second I forgot all about everything and all I could think about was the guy standing in front of me. I don't know what it was but I felt a pull towards him and suddenly felt an overwhelming want to be closer to him.

'What's your name, Red?' He said while pulling my long, red curled lock against his fingers. His voice seemed lower but softer as he whispered his words above my left ear. I shivered slightly at the contact. I was so overwhelmed by all the emotions happening inside me as I was with him, I felt like a hormonal teenage girl again and I liked it.

'Clary, you?' I asked. I was still shocked that he hadn't realized who I was but in a way I was completely relieved. Right in front of me was a man, a man who didn't want to buzz around me asking random questions about my relationship or if I could do an interview.

'Ahhh. The name of one of my favorite herbs.' it should of sounded like a corny pick up line but it didn't.

'You say that to all the girls,' I smiled causing him to chuckle and vibrate against me. 'And you?'

'Jace.' It fit, in some strange way. His name kind of completed him and made him seem even more angelic, but all of this felt like a strange and perfect dream, a dream I didn't want to wake up from. He seemed as if he was an angel who was sent to me to make me forget all the bad and terrible and give me a temporary escape.

'Your name suits you.' I pointed out as he pushed our bodies even closer and we were both suddenly overwhelmed by the impact of one another. I felt his chuckle vibrate against our bodies again and the feeling of us both pressed up against each other made me giddy. ' Well it's better than Blondie.' I muttered.

'True.' He said obviously hearing this.

'What does it stand for?' I asked him.

'Jonathon Christopher.' He replied looking down at me. 'It's a nickname of my initials, J.C.'

'Clarissa.' I pointed out even though mine was much more obvious and I couldn't help but mentally face palm myself. Jace just nodded his head to busy looking at me and tilting my head up more, his fingers grazing my cheeks.

'You look beautiful tonight.' He said.

'Sometimes I don't feel it.' I admitted but he just stared into my eyes.

'You should.' I hadn't felt beautiful in years, which made me suddenly look at the time and realize it was past midnight. Shit! Sebastian!

'I'm sorry I have to go.' I said, pushing him away slightly. His face showed surprise as he stepped back suddenly.

'What, you can't just go!' Jace exclaimed and pulled me back towards him.

'I have to! If I don't-' I gulped and turned back realizing Jace had seen the expression on my face.

'What's wrong? What's going on?'

'I can't.' I shook my head but in my heart I knew I wanted to. For some reason this stranger made me want to tell him everything and it scared me.

I looked back at him and felt the pull again to be back in his arms but I ignored it and shook my head.

'Can I see you again?' He asked. His breathe tickling the skin above my cheek. Before I could answer a piece of paper slipped in my hand and he walked away still looking at me.

I looked down at the note and felt tears prickle in my eyes as I read it.

'I will see you again, I'll make sure of it xxx' with a phone number and address scribbled at the bottom and with an automatic draw my eyes met his again with the distance of the crowd separating and I nodded agreeing. I don't know why but I wanted to see him again and something in my heart was telling me I would.

JACE POV

AN: I know it's small but Jace will get much bigger parts in the next few chapters. This is a chapter mostly focusing on Clary but this briefly shows Jace's emotions.

Clary, her name kept repeating in his mind as he watched her rush out of the club with her red hair flowing against her bareback. She was beautiful. She was petite, small but every blemish he saw just made her seem even more perfect. When he finally looked at her properly in the light she took his breath away in a way he couldn't recall any other girl doing.

He wasn't use to feeling anything for girls; he was usually a one-night stand kind of guy. Commenting on how he noticed them staring at him and then proceeding in fir the kill which was why he felt so guilty stringing the same line on her but it usually ended with them in the back of the storage cupboard but with Clary it was different. He felt like he had to get to know her and he had no idea why. It scared him shitless. Even from the age of fifteen he had always strung girls around like puppets. Using them. Pleasuring them for a bit before pushing them away.

It had always been how he coped with things. probably due to the scarred memories he held as a child. His answer being sex and wasting his life away on alcohol.

He stared at the door even though minutes had passes since Clary left. Her startled face and the way she muttered about being scared of someone. Being scared of him, made him think that mystery girl had more then a few secrets to uphold and he had to find out what had freaked her out so much. She looked so scared and vulnerable and he hated it. He just wanted to take whatever was hurting her or scaring her away and he was determined to do it.

In the matter of two hours he had begun to fall for a girl. As insane as it was it was. As much as it scared him he was willing to see how far it would get, willing to risk every guard he'd strung upon himself because he knew undoubtfully she was worth it.

He shook his head and looked around noticing how disgusting the place was. It smelt like sweat and sex. Usually he would of radiated in it all but he suddenly felt embarrassed for looking twice at majority of the girls in here. Embarassed because the only one he wanted was Clary and he wasn't going to ruin any chance of getting her.

Sometging told him she wasn't just another one night stand.

CLARY POV

'Honey I'm home!' I shouted I entered the apartment. I felt the sweat begin to form at the palm of my hand as I waited for whatever was about to come at me.

Sebastian's silhouette suddenly appeared at the doorway and I let out a whimper in fear. His figure moving closer and closer, faster and faster and as expected his hand outstretched and swung to hit my face, causing me to fall to the floor.

'You little bitch! Where have you been? I've been calling you and you just up and disappear!' Sebastian screamed and flung another hit.

'I was out with Izzy, Seb!' I cried. Tears sliding down my face as my vision turned red an blurry from the impact of his fist.

'I told you not to go anywhere near that skank, you can't be trusted not to become a slut like her!' He screamed as his hand slapped me again. I could feel my face swelling from the contact but I knew better to say anything out of line.

'I…I'm sorry!' I wailed.

'Your not sorry! You're never sorry! Why can't you just stay here and do what your damn told!' He screamed in rage before planting his foot hard against my rib. 'I'm going out and while I'm gone you better learn to fucking behave!' He swore, spitting at my face before storming out. The door suddenly shut behind him as I crawled across to the phone as quickly as I could.

I held it in my hand just wishing I could call anybody. Anybody to help me or even just sit down and talk to me. I couldn't call anyone though, all of them would get involved and then get hurt and I couldn't let that happen. Sebastian already had my father and my brother under his grip and I wasn't willing to risk anyone else.

I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes and reached in my pocket for a tissue but found the crumpled little piece of paper with Jace's number on it.

'Maybe… No,' I said shaking my head. 'Don't be stupid Clary you don't even know him.' Exactly! I shook my head. Fiddling with the scrappy piece of paper in my hand. Maybe…just maybe it's time…And without a second thought the phone rumbled in my ear. I couldn't help but pray that he wouldn't answer but I couldn't help the hope bubbling in my chest that he would.

AN: That was chapter one of 'Loves Not Suppose to Hurt.' Please Review everyone! This is re-edited. I've decided to slowly redo all of it but don't worry the story and most of the writing will remain the same I'm just slowly fixing it up! I can't believe how many mistakes were in it! If anyone is interested in betaing please contact me.