Meant To Be

by walkingdeaddaryl

Clary and Jonathan have just started their final years of high school. Jonathan is the protective brother that won't let anyone hurt his baby sister and Clary is the fierce sister that has a bad past with guys. When a new guy comes to school and befriends Jonathan- will he also make a relationship with Clary, or will Jonathan come between them? A lot of drama and many clace moments

1. Chapter 1

I wake up with the slamming pressure of my annoying/loveable brother Jonathan, jumping on my bed and enveloping me in a bone-crushing embrace. My eyes fly open and I yell out, "Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern! Get your ass out of my bed and let me go back to sleep!" I try to tug the covers up from under his weight but my hand ends up flying back up and hitting me in the face.

"Ow…" I say quietly and I hear him chuckle.

"Oh come on baby sister! It's the first day back to school, the first day of your junior year, and the first day of my senior year! I am not letting you be late to school so I took the liberty of waking you up earlier!" I can since his menacing grin and I struggle to turn around so I face him in his embrace around me. I open my eyes and meet his deep brown ones.

"Jonathan, if you wanted to kill me, don't you think a knife would be much faster and more effective rather than torturing me with six o'clock wake up calls?"

He grins and says, "What kind of brother would I be if I just let you waste the day in your bed- which is surprisingly comfortable. Hey! You wanna switch mattress'?" I roll my eyes and push him out of the bed, landing on his back with a deep thud.

I get up and stretch and walk over to my stereo to pick a playlist for the morning. I settle on a mix of songs by the Goo Goo Dolls, Bastille, Green Day, and Imagine Dragons. I feel Jonathan punch me in the arm and I turn around with a fake-hurt expression on my face, "And I thought we were finally getting along! You betray me like that!?"

"Oh baby sister, you know me too well!" He hugs me and I break away from his hold.

"Get out Jon, I have to get ready!" He laughs and skips out of the room.

"OH, and I get first shower!" I yell as he descends the hallway. I know he will ignore my request so I sprint down the hallway to the bathroom to find it empty. As soon as I am about to shut the door however, Jonathans hand comes between the door and the frame as a barricade.

"I woke up first so I get the shower first!" he yells.

"This is your own fault Jon, you woke ME up and I was content with sleeping for the next hour!" He pushes the door harder, as do I but he is way stronger than me- being a football and basketball star he has to have some strength.

"Jonathan, get out!"

"Um, no! I woke up first and I was a good big brother by helping you wake up. This is my time!"

"Jonathan COME ON, you know that you take longer time getting ready than I do. I will be in and out! I won't even blow-dry my hair in here nor do my make-up and I will brush my teeth in the kitchen- just PLEASE JONATHAN!"

He glares at me for a moment but everyone knows that he can't stay mad at his little sister so he breaks out in a smirk and nudges me further inside the bathroom. "THANK YOU!" I yell as he walks back down to his room.

I take a quick shower and hop out in about six minutes. I grab my razor, toothbrush, and toothpaste and leave the bathroom. Jon is waiting outside the door with a smirk and his hands crossed over his broad chest. "You look like a wet dog," he comments.

I roll my eyes and say, "Thanks Jon, you know just what to say to make a girl feel special in the mornings." He lets out an exasperated laugh and walks into the humid bathroom with a red towel slung over his shoulder. I walk to my room and put on a robe. I try to think of a place that I can shave my legs and brush my teeth appropriately. The only place that comes to mind is the kitchen sink. If I am fast enough, I can get in and get out before Mom or Dad comes down. I run to the kitchen with my stuff and climb onto the counter and stick my legs into the sink and turn on the water. I lather my legs with shaving cream and begin running the razor up my legs.

I hear a stifled laugh and I whip my head around to see Jonathan trying to compose himself. "Jon, this is your fault so I don't want to hear it from you!"

He throws his hands up in defense and says loud enough for the whole house to hear, "WELL I KNOW YOU WOULDN'T WANT MOM OR DAD TO FIND OUT!"

Within two minutes I hear two pairs of footsteps trudging down the stairs and my mother's sweet voice ask, "What are you trying to hide, you know that neither of you are good at keeping secrets."

She stands in the doorway in a white robe- similar to mine- and her hair up in a messy bun. My father stands next to her wearing a black, silk robe and his blonde hair scruffed. My father raises his eyebrow and gives me a look that says- you're kidding me, right? And my mother stifles a laugh. Instead of hounding me with questions first, my father turns his attention to Jonathan who is having a hard time keeping the grin off of his face. "Jonathan, what did you do to your sister, and I want answers NOW."

My father has always been an intimidating man and sometimes he can be harsh- like 'cruel punishment' harsh. Lately though, he has been acting like a changed man. It may have to do with the fact that my mother threatened to leave him, but then again it could be something else. He hasn't hit any of us in at least two years.

"I didn't do anything! She is the one that can't get up past noon!" I roll my eyes and say in my defense,

"Actually, if Jonathan didn't take so long to fix his perfect hair and buff out his perfect car, then MAYBE we would all have enough time to shower and shave." We glare at each other and my mom chirps in,

"Okay you two, enough! Clarissa, I want you to finish shaving and then scrub the sink clean. Then you can brush your teeth upstairs. Jonathan, go upstairs and get dressed and you can take your sister to school as punishment for both of you." We groan- Jonathan doesn't like driving me because if he does then he doesn't have room in his car for his friends or whatever girl he wants to make-out with that day. I don't like riding with Jon because for my birthday, Mom and Dad got me a BEAUTIFUL Vulcan 1700 Classic Cruiser- which is basically one of the coolest motorcycles you could ever own.

I finish shaving and clean out the sink, then go and brush my teeth and blow-dry my hair. I do my best to tame my curls but they stay in tight waves down my back. I sigh and put my hair up in a high ponytail. I do my make-up, long eyelashes that are coated in mascara, light bronzer, and dark eyeliner and eye shadow. I take off my robe and change into a pair of high-waisted denim shorts and long sleeve, gray shirt with three of the top buttons unbuttoned. I put on a pair of tan ankle boots and a couple of black and gold bangles on one wrist and a leather wrap-around watch with bronze studs on the other wrist. I put in a pair of diamond studs and a couple of black cuffs into my ears and walk out of the bedroom with my phone and my bag.

I go down to the kitchen where my dad sits at the counter with a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him, a cup of black coffee in his right hand, and the morning paper in his left. My mom leans over the counter with a cup of tea in her hands and she seems to be in deep thought. Both of them have changed since the little confrontation this morning- my dad in his usual suit and my mom in a pair of jeans, a white tank top, and a black cardigan, her hair like a curtain down her shoulders.

"Hey Clare," my Dad greets without looking up from the story on the paper. "Hey dad- uh you want that bacon?" I ask scrunching my eyebrows together. I reach at his plate but he lightly slaps it away. A look of disappointment flashes across my face but it is gone as soon as I see a plate of delicious bacon behind my mother. There aren't many pieces left and some of them are charred so I take all of the strips that had managed to make it off of the burning stove from hell with little to no harm.

As soon as I scarf down the final strip, Jonathan runs down the stairs with his nose up I the air. "I smell bacon!" he chants and I hold up the plate of black bacon. He glares at me and grumbles something unintelligent, earning him a slap on his head from my father and the newspaper.

"Watch yourself Jonathan."

Jon grins innocently and says, "What do you mean? I would never be cruel to my darling sister, Clarissa!" He says my name with a little effort as he picks me up by my waist and slings me over his shoulder and spins around.

"Put- me- DOWN!" I yell out between laughs. I feel him chuckle as he sets me down on the floor and I sway a little. He grabs my arm to steady me and I give him a grateful grin.

"You ready?" he asks and I nod. I grab my bag and phone and he grabs his football bag.

The drive to school is full of conversation, "So are you doing cheerleading this year with Isabelle again?"

"Yeah, hopefully either I or Izzy will take the head cheerleader position this year since Aubrey graduated. I just hope that Aline or Kaelie or Seelie doesn't get it this year. If they do I think I'm going to die."

He chuckles and says, "They aren't that bad."

"Oh sure, says the guy that would rather have his tongue down their throat than have a conversation with them!"

"Oh baby sister, you underestimate me! I have already made out with Kaelie and Seelie! Aline and I actually have plans this morning by the gym to have our little episode." He gives me a sly grin and I give him a look of amusement in return.

"Oh yes, because nothing says sincere like a good make-out session like the atmosphere of the sweaty, putrid gym."

"I know I'm such a romantic!" he says and dramatically throws one hand over his heart.

"Well, Izzy told me that there is supposed to be a new kid starting this year. Apparently he is quite the athlete."

"Am I sensing a little crush going on with you?"

I roll my eyes, "Of course not! I don't even know the guy! I'm just saying that you may have some competition this year."

"Please baby sister, no one can show thins majesty up," he says gesturing to himself.

I close my eyes and let a small grin spread on my lips. We pull up into the parking lot where a crowd of Jon's fangirls are waiting for him. "Have fun!" I say as I begin to open the car door and get out, but he reaches across me and pulls the door shut with a loud slam.

I look at him questionably and he says, "I want you to tell me if that pig talks, or even looks at you today. I will take care of him if he says anything; all you need to do is tell me." He is very serious so I know not to make a joke of it.

I nod my head and he says, "Well, just in case I'm going to sit with you today at lunch if we have it together." I nod again and kiss my forehead and we get out of the car. Jonathan has always been really protective of me- even more since what happened last year between me and my ex Sebastian. Sebastian had tricked me into sleeping with him but the next morning when I woke up, he wasn't there and later that day I saw him kissing and grinding Aline Penhallow. He broke my heart but he didn't get away with it. First he had to go through Izzy's wrath- and that was brutal, then he had to go through Jonathan's fury- which was painful for ME to watch. Sometimes he tries to torment me with phone calls and texts but I have been able to avoid face-to-face confrontation over the summer.

We get out of the car and Jonathan walks with me over to Isabelle's car, ignoring all the girls. He goes to greet Alec- Izzy's older brother- and I walk next to Iz and she loops her arm with mine. "So have you seen him yet?" She asks me.

"No Iz, I have not seen the new guy yet! Geeze, I thought you and Si were still going strong?"

"Oh, we are but Clare, you can't be single forever and I know a lot of guys that are more than willing to go out on a date with you!"

I roll my eyes, "Gee thanks Izzy!"

"So yes?"

"No."

"Ugh! You are more stubborn than your brother!"

"How dare you compare us!"

"Anyway, his name is Jace Herondale and he just walked into the office to get his schedule, which means that we need to get our schedule A.S.A.P.!"

She tugs my arm into the office and I get a buzz from my phone. I look at the screen to see the message and it's from Sebastian.

Can't wait for this year, love.

I feel my stomach go uneasy at the message and I know that this means that he will be trying to mess with me. I am still looking at the screen in confusion when I run into a solid mass. I look up and do a double take. The person I ran into is basically an angel. He has golden hair that falls in loose/sexy curls and a pair of matching golden eyes. He is definitely strong and muscular, but not the 'ew is that even a person' muscular. I am about to say something but he notices my stare and smirks. My look of surprise goes away and a look of disappointment replaces it. I should have known that someone as hot as he would only have an attitude worth that of a conceded truck driver. I groan and say, "Excuse me."

His smirk falters a bit as he says, "Hey, it's okay. I know that these godly looks are distracting so why don't I just give you about another thirty seconds to admire the beauty."

I look at him innocently and ask, "So is that cocky/arrogant/annoying attitude going to go away anytime soon, or am I just going to have to avoid you at all costs?"

"Listen red, you know you don't have to play hard to get, it hardly suits you."

"Hard to get? No, you're right, that doesn't suit me at all. It would make no logical since to separate one's self from another to receive attention that would defeat the purpose of receiving attention in the first place. Thank you for thinking better of me." I flash him a smile and he looks truly dumbstruck.

"You're welcome?" he says with uncertainty. I grab my schedule from the secretary and begin to walk out of the door when a hand stops me. I look up and it is the golden new kid again.

I groan and ask, "Is this a habit of yours?" and I gesture to his hand on my shoulder.

"Erm, look I am kind of new here and I would actually like to find my class so if you don't mind would you please direct me to Mr. Ellis' class?"

I don't say anything but I catch Jonathan and Alec walking so I say, "Just one moment."

I grab Jonathan and Alec by their shirts and pull them over to Jace. "Hey guys, um the new kid needs some help navigating his way so, help him." Jonathan raises his eyebrow at me and asks,

"Clary what are you doing?"

"I'm just trying to help the kid! Look at him, all scared and lost. He needs help so help him!" I push Jon and Alec forward and I hear Alec chuckle a bit as he says, "Nice to see you too Clare."

They walk away, talking about sports and Izzy comes beside me again. "So, what do you think?"

"He is a total ASS Izzy!"

"He can't be much worse than Meliorn." Meliorn was Izzy's ex boyfriend who hardly showed up for any dates and never listened to anyone or anything. We aren't really sure what he did…

"No, Iz I think this guy makes Meliorn look like Prom King if anything else!"

Her eyes widen in suspicion. "Impressive," she states and we move on to our first class- ART! I love art and I am pretty good- thanks to my mom. We sit down at our easels and wait for direction. Soon an elderly woman walks in and says in a loud voice,

"Okay, in this class I want you all to come in, and get to work immediately! So…NOW!" we all scramble to get brushes, water, and paint. I sketch out my drawing first-of a distressed weeping willow that is placed outside of an old house. Once I am done with the sketch, the bell rings. I sigh and realize that I will just have to pick up on this tomorrow so I put my initials on the back of the canvas and walk out of the door with Izzy at my side.

"Okay, so who do you have next?" she asks me.

I look at my schedule and say, "Biology- Mr. Garner."

She groans and says, "NO! I have that next trimester! I have Mrs. Swartz for Spanish!"

"Well maybe Simon has Spanish with you? Speaking of him, where is he?"

"He texted me saying he was going to be late but his next class is Chemistry."

I sigh and say, "Well, biology is on the other side of the school so I better go. I will meet you for lunch?" She nods her head and turns her separate ways. I walk to biology with a notebook and a pencil in my hand and my phone in my back pocket. My biology class is with the seniors this year so I have to go to the other side of the school. I am walking past a row of lockers when I feel someone grab my wrist painfully and yank me back.

"Sebastian!" I yelp out.

"Did you get my text Clary? I need to ask you something. I need you to be my girlfriend again. Please baby? I miss you and I know you miss me too."

I am about to snap something offending to him but a booming voice beats me to it. "GET OFF OF MY SISTER, VERLAC!" we both turn our attention down the hall where a fuming Jonathan stands clenching his hands.

"You may want to run…" I suggest and Sebastian just smirks and walk away but not before whispering into my ear,

"This isn't over sweet heart." His voice sends shivers down my spine and he begins to move away down the hall as Jonathan runs over to me.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What did he say to you? Did he threaten you?" Jon is talking a mile a minute so I shut him up by saying,

"NO! He didn't do ANYTHING!"

He looks unconvinced but nods seeing my frustration. Behind him comes a curious Alec and an eager Jace. "Oh, so are you all friends now?" I ask.

Alec answers, "Well, we have a lot of the same classes together and Jace is doing Football and Soccer this year so… we might as well." He playfully nudges my arm and I nod in understanding.

I feel a piece of paper being tugged out from my arm and I see Jace trying to sneak a look at my schedule. "Hey! What are you doing?" I ask.

"Just seeing when you have lunch- hmm, looks like red has lunch with all of us Jonny Boy."

Jonathan rolls his eyes at his new nickname and I groan. I go into the class room without even saying goodbye. I hear a couple of astounded mumbles from behind me and I just grin. I sit down in the seat closest to the window. Soon, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up and see golden boy- great. "What do you want Herondale?"

He smirks and says, "Well it seems as though we have this class together- LUCKY YOU!"

I roll my eyes and groan. Soon though, about six or seven girls come over fawn over Jace. I hear him make a couple of sly remarks and the girls giggle all at once, then I hear, "Well you see girls, I actually came here for one reason and that be that my girlfriend goes here. She's actually right there." I see him point to me and my mouth drops open but then shuts again. If he wants to play that game, I can play.

I catch a couple glares from the girls and I reassure them, "We are NOT going out- trust me I would never go so low!"

His face turns to one of sadness and he says in a fake voice, "So this summer meant NOTHING to you? I thought you loved me!" He puts his face in his hands and I can't help the strangled laugh that escapes me.

I then reply, "Things change, Jace!" I throw my hands up and use this as an excuse to move my seat. I get my stuff and move across the room and to the back, closest to the wall. He seems to notice how I took advantage of this little game and he says,

"You aren't getting out of this that easy!" And he picks up his stuff and moves next to me. I sigh in disappointment and open my notebook and bury myself in the untouched parchment.

He takes the notebook out of my hands earning him a slap on the hand from me. "OW!" he yells.

"Give me my notebook!" I try to snatch it back but he stands up and holds it above his head.

"Gonna have to work for it shorty!"

"What is this, third grade?" I ask with a scowl. I sigh and stand up on a chair and snatch the red notebook back. I look at the cover and throw it on my desk. I am about to grab hold of the chair to get down when a pair of strong arms circle around my waist and lift me up. For some reason, my heart speeds up to a mile a minute and my vision goes awry for a moment. He sets me down but doesn't let go of me.

He looks into my eyes and I look into his and he says slowly without breaking eye contact, "S-Sorry, I you looked like y-you needed help." I look at him and nod my head, not trust myself to speak words.

A smirk returns to his face and my scowl comes back as I wipe my palms on my shorts. I look over at the army of girls that are shooting me daggers for allowing Jace to help me out. I shrug and sit down as the teacher comes in and begins the lesson. I can feel Jace's gaze on me throughout the class and I shoot him a couple glances to see if he is still looking but every time I look at him he acts like he was looking at something else. I sigh and take detailed noted in my notebook, trying to ignore the stare I get from the golden jerk.

The bell rings for lunch and everyone abandons their desks and darts out the door. Jace walks next to me and I can tell me his still starring so I ask, "Like what you see."

I look at him and see that he is smirking and he says, "Stealing all my lines Clary? You know better."

"Actually, I hardly know you at all."

"That's true but it's not like you couldn't get to know me."

I roll my eyes and I am about to reply until Seelie Queen, Aline Penhallow, and Kaelie Fair crowd Jace and push me away from him in the process. He smirks at them but then notices that I have abandoned him to fend for himself. I walk ahead of him so he can't find me and into the cafeteria. I see Jon sitting at a table in the back corner with a couple of his football friends including Alec, Isabelle, and Simon. There are a couple more empty seats so I dart for the one beside Iz. I wait a few more moments- listening to Isabelle complain about her teacher and one of her crazy stalker ex's. I laugh at her and I am about to make a comment until someone comes over to the table and drapes a strong arm around me.

"Jace-off." I command. He laughs and says,

"We had this conversation in biology, you said that I was more than one of your games remember?!"

I decide to play along with him and say, "Well, I changed my mind. You are nothing to me."

"Yet," he juts in. I look across the table at Jon who is giving Jace a death glare while a girl on his left is begging for his attention as she tries to expose as much cleavage as possible. I scoff and get up with Izzy to get food. I get an apple and a bag of chips and she gets some tomatos and pretzels. School food sucks. When everyone gets back, I see that all the guys have at least three plates of food filled up to maximum capacity.

Jonathan notices my stare and he says, "We have to stay strong baby sister, unlike you. All you do is get thrown into the air and twist around."

I glare at him and say, "That's because I'm a flyer! If I were taller and stronger I would be a spotter- like I wanted to be but NO!" I huff and Isabelle rubs my back supportively. Isabelle is also a flyer because she doesn't weigh much. I had the misfortune of being incredibly short- like 5'3- and the victim of high metabolism so I barely have any curves whatsoever and hardly any boobs. Once lunch is over I go to my two other classes- AP History and AP chemistry, then it's time for cheer tryouts.

Isabelle and I change into our clothes- hers a hot pink mini skirt and a white sports bra and mine- a pair of black spandex and a red sports bra. We all go out to the track that just so happens to be next to the football field where all the guys are trying out for the team. There are a couple of cat calls and everyone is starring except for Jonathan who is smacking all the guys that seem like they are looking me over. I laugh and shake my head- then I see Sebastian's gaze on me. I groan and begin to dread the next two hours that I have to fly up in the air and spread my legs into the splits in front of him.

"LADIES! Let's get into positions! Aubrey said last year that I get to be team captain so line up!" yells Haley- senior. I am a little disappointed that neither Iz nor I got picked but I suppose that it only makes since that they would choose a senior.

"Clary, you know who you will be," I roll my eyes and go over to a group of spotters that are already latching their hands together in the form of a basket for me to sit on so they can throw me into the air. Izzy is also a flyer so she goes to the group next to mine. Everyone has their positions within minutes and Haley begins counting down and blowing that annoying whistles.

"5, 6, 7, 8!" she counts and the girls throw me into the air. They must have thought me to be much lighter than I really am because I went SOARING! I went about 3 stories up into the air and did the splits but the girls almost didn't catch me. Apparently I was in the air a lot longer than the other girls so when I was put back down on the ground everyone was looking at me bewildered. I glance over at the football field and see the guys starring at me wide-eyed, including Jace and Jonathan.

"Okay girls! Clary, switch Isabelle." I nod and we switch positions. These girls seem a lot less strong than the other girls but Haley says just in case,

"Emma, Tara, Lacy, don't screw this up! The last thing we need is a broken cheerleader- especially a broken flyer!" I hear them groan and I sit in the manmade basket and Haley counts down again. I am thrown into the air and I do a pike. After about two hours of bending, twisting, and yes- falling, practice is over and we all go to the locker rooms. I don't bother putting my shorts back on, I just put my gray long sleeve shirt on over my sports bra. I wait for Izzy to finish doing her makeup over again and we walk out of the locker room.

"Oh, shit! I have to go pick Max up from soccer practice in like 10 minutes! Tell Alec I will meet up with him at home please?"

"Yeah sure, call me!"

She runs to her car and drives off. I go to the metal bleachers for the next hour while the guys get done with practice considering I DON'T HAVE MY BIKE TODAY! Before I can even get onto the grass, I sweaty hand wraps around my arm and pulls me behind the bleachers.

"Sebastian, get away from me NOW!" I yell at him.

He smirks and kisses me intensely. I pull away from him and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand in order to scrub all of the familiarity off. "What the hell! Get away from me!"

"Come on sweetheart, I know that the only reason you even JOINED the cheer team this year was to show me how flexible you got over the summer- well I know now, so why don't we just do each other a favor and have some fun here?"

He grabs my thigh with his hand and I feel absolutely repulsed. "Get your hands OFF of me!" I yell at him. I pray to Raziel that someone can hear me but I don't hear anyone coming.

"Don't be like this Clare," he whispers into my hair. It's going to be hard to get away from him- he is much stronger than me and though I may be faster and more agile, it's going to be hard to get out his firm grasp.

He begins to rub the small of my back with one hand while keeping the other on my thigh at all times. I want to scream but all I can manage out is, "Please stop Sebastian."

I hear him chuckle evilly and I feel hot tears threatening to protrude. I take a couple deep breaths but soon, I feel Sebastian being pulled off of me. I fall to the ground and curl myself up in a ball. I hear Sebastian yell a couple times in pain and some profane language. There are multiple other footsteps pounding in the grass and I hear a lot of people yelling. I open my eyes and see that the person who pulled him off of me isn't Jonathan or Alec- it was Jace. He is crouched over Sebastian pounding his fist into his face. Sebastian somehow manages to get a few punches in and he stands up and attacks Jace to the ground. The boys roll on the ground in a frenzy of never-ending punches and kicks. The entire football team runs up to the fight and Alec picks me up- not wanting to be a part of it. He picks me up and carry's me over to the bleachers. He sets me down and starts asking me questions.

"Did he touch you anywhere?"

"No, he just… No."

I want to cry and sleep- but most of all, I want my brother. I know that Jonathan must be putting in his pair share of punches to Sebastian's face. Alec gets up off of the bleachers and goes to call Jonathan and Jace back over to me. Once Jon and Jace leave, the crowd kind of dissipates. Jonathan rushes to me and puts his hand on my knee, concern written all over his face. Jace is right behind him- a similar expression etched into his face.

"Clary, I need you to answer me. Are you okay? Did he hurt you badly? What did he do?" asks Jonathan with sympathy and anger in his voice.

I don't answer any of his questions; I just look up at him with tears in my eyes but a blank expression on my face and say numbly, "Please take me home." Jonathan nods and picks me up and carries me to the car. Jace, Alec, and some of the other football team members are behind us but Jonathan says, "Jace, Alec, you want to come?"

They nod and Jonathan sets me down in the back seat. Alec sits in the front seat and Jace sits next to me- the same expression on his face. Jonathan turns and says something to the other guys and they nod and reply with something back. Jonathan then gets into the car and drives us home.

"You guys can spend the night if you want to, I can give you all an extra pair of clothes and we have extra toothbrushes and stuff at the house."

"Yeah" they say in unison. We drive to the house and the car is silent. A wave of exhaustion washes over me and I can't help but to lean my head up against the only comfortable object in the back seat. I can feel him smile a little and I close my eyes but the last thing I see is Jonathan's worried eyes in the rearview mirror.

I wake up only moments later to a car door slamming. I sit up and get out of the car. I rub my arms with my hands and go inside while Jonathan tells the guys something in private. I go straight upstairs to the shower and let the cool water wash away everything. When I get out, I put on a pair of tribal pattern pajama shorts and a black cami. I put my hair up into a messy bun. It is seven o'clock and neither mom nor dad is home yet- not surprising, they usually come home around 11 or 12.

I go to the kitchen but the guys are already in there and by the looks of things, they were discussing something kind of serious. When I walk in they all put on smiles and pretend like nothing is wrong but I know my brother too well to believe that. Jonathan says he is going to go upstairs and shower and Alec says he is going to pick out a movie from upstairs for everyone to watch. Now it is just Jace and I in the kitchen.

"I- uh thank you… for helping me today." I don't look at him but I can feel him stare boring into my skin.

"Of course I would help you," I look back up at him and all I see is sincerity in those golden eyes of his.

"I will um- I'll make dinner then. What would you prefer?" I ask.

"Jon already ordered Chinese food. Uh, Clary don't you want to talk about it?"

I look back up at him and for some reason I feel as though I can trust him completely.

"I have never been so scared Jace… it was one of the most demoralizing experiences of my life." I feel tears flooding over and I look down at the marble floor and say, "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't be acting this way."

He hops out of his chair and rushes over to me, "Hey, hey, Clary you have a right to cry if you want to. You almost got raped by that asshole and of course it would scare you! Don't feel ashamed for crying!"

I don't look at him but I can feel him strong arms wrap around my petite frame. We stay like that for a couple moments as I stop crying. Then we both hear pounding steps coming down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Alright, Alec found a movie- the Breakfast Club? Isn't that like an old 80's thing?"

"Jon! The Breakfast Club is a great movie!" I yell. He smiles crosses the kitchen and kisses me on the head and ruffles my hair a bit. The doorbell rings and Jon goes to get it. He comes back with two bags of Chinese food.

"What did you get?!" I yell at the guys as they unwrap the huge bags of food.

"We got all of your favorites! We didn't pick anything particular for ourselves, just thought that we would have our own little buffet in the living room." I smile and nod my head.

"I will be right back, you all take the food to the room and I will go get my phone."

They mumble a chorus of 'okay's' and I run upstairs to my room where Jon put all of my stuff. I grab my phone and push the button to see if I got any messages,

Six missed calls from Izzy

21 texts from Izzy

One text from Mom

One text form Haley

And one message from Sebastian that reads… Soon.

A/N: thank you for reading! Please review! I worked forever on this chapter!

Anyway if any of you are cheer leaders, I am so sorry if I got any of those moves wrong- I used to be a cheerleader when I was younger and I was a flyer but I have kind of forgotten all of the terms and moves 0.o

Anyway, thanks for reading! PLEASE REVIEW!