Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare. Storyline is mine.

"Why in the world did you think this was a good idea?"

I hear her words, I really do. But at this point I can't really care anymore.

The one time I decide to trust someone. Then they take it, rip it up and throw it back in my face.

So I just sit here. Let them take my fate into their hands.

I used to be a "good boy."

The kind that would scold people for even thinking of drinking or using drugs.

The kind that would spend his free time reading or studying.

The kind that respected his parents and cared about what they thought of me.

That was before she happened.

I can't blame her. I was too naive. I was too innocent.

I was too trusting.

I was a game to her. Something that she could play with. Her little experiment with the smart kid.

Caring is impossible around those people.

They smell fresh meat. They can tell when minds are easily manipulated.

I always promised myself I wouldn't.

But I did.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

Fool me three times..

Shame on both of us.