Clary walls through the hallway of Idris High. She hated school. Hated it with all her will. But she was here, wasn't she? She heard the bell ring and began dragging her feet on the floor desperately hoping to be late so she would have to go get a tardy pass.

She heard the sweet sound and began to pick up her pace. She walked to her social studies class at a faster rate and got there about a minute after the tardy bell. But, to her misfortune, her teacher stood with his arms crossed.

"Late again, Miss Fray?" He questioned.

She smiled and innocently shrugged. "Uh-oh."

"I was fifteen once too, Clary. I'm not sending you to the office again."

"Ya like thirty years ago." Clary muttered.

Mr. Herondale faked offence. "I'm only twenty four."

Clary rolled her eyes. He was way too young to be teaching high school. You have to be at least fifty to be an actual high school teacher in Clary's mind. She started walking into the classroom and she felt him put the hand on the small of her back. He guided her to her sit.

"I'll be seeing to after class, Miss Fray." He whispered in her ear. Clary couldn't help but notice the seductive tone in his voice. She shook it off. She probably had been imagining it.

"Okay," Mr. Herondale said clapping his hands together really loudly. Clary rolled her eyes. He was such an attention seeker.

Clary pretty much tuned out everything after that. This was her least favorite class. No matter how hot the teacher was. No matter how much her mother had liked it. She hated it.

"Clary!" She shook herself out of her daze to see her teacher sitting backwards on a chair he pulled up to the front of her desk. Apparently the bell had rung. Clary was confused of why no students were coming in and then she realized second period was Mr. Herondale's planning period.

"I've been calling your name for the past five minutes."

"I'm going to be late for class." She said ignoring what he had said.

"I'll write you a pass." Clary sighed when he said this.

"Why do you hate me?" Mr. Herondale asked.

"Mr. Herondale I-"

"My name is Jace." He said.

She inwardly gasped. She knew that name. She didn't know it was him! Herondale had already made her hate him but the fact that she hadn't realized it was him took her breath away.

She began having trouble controlling her breathing. This was him. This was him. This was HIM!

"Clary are you okay." Jace asked with huge eyes.

She shook her head. "It's you!"

He grabbed her arm and sat her down back onto her chair. She hadn't even realized she had gotten out of it. "It's you!" She kept mumbling.

He gripped her hands and looked into her in the eyes. "Clary, I can't help if you don't tell me what's going on."

"He killed her right in front of me. You testified against me Jace. I was seven years old!"

His eyes widened as he realized the situation. He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off.

"You said he was with you the entire time! You said he killed her!"

"Clary I was sixteen." He whispered.

"I have nobody because of you!" And she did something she hadn't done since she was seven years old. She began to cry.

Jace pulled Clary into a hug and she tried to pull back but he was too strong. He held her tightly and eventually wrapped her arms around him also.

"You changed your last name." He whispered as he stroked her hair.

She sniffled and nodded her head. "I'm sorry for lashing out at you."

"It wasn't your fault. Nothing was ever your fault. It was mine. It was always my fault. "

She sniffed and laid her head on her chest.

"My father's in jail because of you. I don't have a home because of you." She said quietly."

"What do you mean?" Jace asked softly.

She looked up at him with sad eyes. "I kept running away from my foster homes. They eventually found one of my Mother's cousins. And I ran away, but he didn't report it."

"Why?" Jace asked her.

Clary looked down in a diagonal direction. If she would've looked straight down she would've just embarrassed herself. She tried to speak but her words got caught in her throat. "He-He." She couldn't go on.

"Oh Clary." He whispered and pulled her back into the hug. After a few seconds he pulled back and tilted her chin up so she could see his eyes. "I'm going to do whatever it takes to get your father back. And until then, you can stay with me."

He leaned in a softly kissed her on the lips. Clary didn't know how to react so she just kissed him back. He went slowly and softly and Clary wondered why he would be risking his job to kiss her. She wasn't worth it.

They were interrupted by his school phone ringing. He smiled and gently set her off of him and walked over to the phone.

"Ya she's in here." She heard him say. "Alright, ya, I'll send her." He said and hung up.

He pulled her off of the chair and kissed her once again. "Meet me here after school. I'll take you home with me."

"It'll be nice to have a home." She whispered low enough so he couldn't hear

Clary sat in Jace's car awkwardly. She didn't know what she was doing or what was going to happen. This was the person who ruined her life and she was going with him to his house.

He reached over and grabbed her hand. "Are you okay Clary?" He asked.

She nodded her head, but she actually felt bile rising in her throat. "Fine."

He stroked his thumb on her head. "Are you sure."

She shook her head. She wasn't sure. For all she knew he was going to murder her.

He glanced at her worryingly and began to pull the car over to the side of the rode. Clary let out a sigh of relief. She felt like she was about to puke. He turned and looked at her. "Hey, everything is going to turn out okay, I promise."

"Okay." She whispered.

He put his finger under her chin and tilted it up to look into her eyes. Clary's heart fluttered uncontrollably. Damn heart.

"Why so shy all the sudden?" He asked and leaned forward placing his lips softly on hers.

She pulled away after a moment and touched her lips. They tingled.

She came back into a reality after a second. This was wrong! This was so wrong!

"You're my teacher Jace."

"I also need to make up for my mistake."

As soon as he said that she was out of the car. That's all she was to him. A mistake he made and was trying to make up for. He kissed her after they realized who they were to each other. He kissed her after her after he found out his mistakes caused her to be raped. She was so stupid!

He got out of the car too and came to stand by her. She glared at him, daring him to touch her. "What did I say?" he asked cautiously.

"I'm a mistake?" She asked bitterly.

"Clary that's not what I meant." He sighed.

"I know exactly what you meant." She growled.

He placed his head in his hands. "Just get back in the car please."

She shook her head.

"Where are you gonna go?" He asked.

"I'll figure it out."

He slowly walked up to her and took her into his arms. "I'm sorry," He whispered in her ear. She relaxed and wrapped her arms around him.

"I over-reacted," She responded.

"No you didn't," Jace said

"I kind of knew what you meant." She chuckled a little.

He kissed the top of her head. "The first time I saw you walk into the class room," he said, "I knew how I felt about you."

"Ya?" Clary asked, "What did you feel."

He smiled and brushed a piece of her hair from her face. "I knew you were something special. You were always so sarcastic. You were so much like me and I knew that someone had hurt you. I knew someone had hurt you like I had been hurt.

"I knew that you might be the person I could spend the rest of my life with. But then, I thought about how wrong it would be. I could go to jail, lose my job, but I'm willing to take that risk.

"Then I found out what I did to you all those years ago. I thought about it all day and I can't help but to think everything that happened to you was my fault. And it is.

"I want you to live with me, Clary. We can take things as slow as you want, but you aren't staying out on the streets another night. We can just be roommates if that's what you want. I care about you Clary and I have since the moment you walked into my class room all those months ago."

She was speechless. She didn't know what to say. She had no idea he felt that way. She hadn't known that all those times he had asked her to stay after class had meant something to him. He had practically told her, he was in love.

"Yes." She said and kissed him.

Five or six chapters, I"M GUESSING! No promises!

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