Hey, guys. This is not exactly the script for this scene but I mixed it up a bit, so aLec and izzy aren't there to back Jace up. Because seriously, am I the only one who's irritated cuz Clary didn't stay mad at Jace Long enough?

Clary stood there, for once in her life, frozen in shock. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe; she didn't even dare to speak. She could hardly stand, but she somehow managed to hold herself up. Seeing Jace like that, with someone else... lying so comfortably relaxed with that girl ... it turned her ice cold. And it was the worse kind of ice cold. The kind where she would be thankful if she were literally covered in ice because then she would feel numb. No. This kind of ice she's experiencing didn't even have the mercy of making her numb. Instead it prickled her skin with razor sharp shards. Piecing cruelly exactly where it mattered. Her heart.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to hit something but she didn't have the strength. Besides, she knew it would only cause her more pain and more pain was not something she can handle right now. For what seemed like eternity, she stared. Continued to look at the scene in front of her, desperately trying to come up with a single reason that wouldn't lead to Jace giving up on his so called love for her. But she came up with nothing. At least nothing that wasn't so pathetic, it made even her desperate heart toss it aside and laugh humourlessly about it being such a stupid reason.

It was obvious. Jace had changed his mind, put her aside like an insignificant piece of crap, and replaced her with this... this whore. She didn't even know she was shaking until she was snapped back into reality with the girl's venomous voice. "Excuse me," she said. "Who are you?"

Clary didn't want to answer her. She kept silent until Jace, as if just starting to acknowledge her presence said something. She barely heard what it was, but she was sure she was being introduced non too happily by Jace.

"Oh. Oh. Sorry! What a way to meet you. I'm Aline." She held her hand out but Clary didn't take her extended hand. She already felt like she was going to throw up. She didn't want to give in to her body. So Clary didn't take her hand, afraid of doing just that. She didn't feel anything. That is until Jace spoke to her in a tone she never imagined he would use on her.

"What in the Angel are you doing here, Clary?" His eyes looked murderous as if she were the filthiest thing he ever set eyes on. He kept glare while she looked at him, a hurt expression in her eyes.

"You could at least pretend you're glad to see me." She muttered.

Jace scowled. "I'm not glad to see you." He was fisting now. So hard his knuckles turned white and his veins became strangely visible. "Not even a little bit."

Clary turned white. She didn't expect a hug- brotherly or otherwise- but she didn't expect this either. This was worse than what she had in mind. She thought he would sound agitated but his eyes would say otherwise. She expected his eyes to express to her how glad he is that she's here, the way his words can't. Instead she got this. This complete stranger standing in front of her, looking at her with eyes that made her hurl inside.

That was when Alec decided to come in, to tell Jace something urgent. But Jace wasn't budging. It was as if he was caught in the middle of his tirade and he wasn't going to stop until he finished. Finished hurting Clary, that is.

Clary felt herself backing into her own anger. "You had no right to do what you did! Lying to me like that!"

"I had every right!" he shouted. He had never before shouted at her like that. "I had every right, you stupid, stupid girl-"

She stopped listening, altogether. Listening only caused more pain.

A few minutes had passed and she was pulled out of her calming thoughts when Jace knocked something to the floor. A stele, she recognized. But that didn't matter as she finally caught on what he was saying. "...the truth is that i don't want you here because you're rash and thoughtless and you'll mess everything up. It's just how you are. You're not careful, Clary."

"Mess... everything...up?" She could hardly say those three simple words, her lungs failing to give her enough oxygen.

"You always just race ahead without thinking. It's all your fault we ended up in Dumort in the first place. It's all your fault Simon's a vampire. You're a disaster for us, Clary! You're a mundane, you'll always be a mundane, you'll never be a shadowhunter. You don't know how to think like we do, think about what's best for everyone. All you ever think about is yourself!But there's a war on now, or there will be, and i don't have the time or the inclination to follow around after you, trying to make sure you don't get one of us killed."

She stood there, trying to take in everything he said. No that wasn't right. She understood. She just won't accept. Jace has never spoken to her like this before. Spoken to her as if he hated her. And the way it sounds, there's just two possible reasons: either he meant it, or he's just an exceptional actor.

"Go home, Clary." He said tiredly. As if just speaking to her drained all of him. As if her very presence made his life miserable. She took the hint and went to the door. But not without saying something first. She wasn't going anywhere unless she knows that she had hurt him at least a fraction of how he hurt her. She knew just what would do the job. With a voice filled with hatred and pain, she spat.

"I never thought i'd believe you but now i do. You're just like Valentine, Jace. You really, really are." With that she turned to leave, slamming the door in his face.

Clary passed Isabelle again, on her way out. Isabelle had warned her that she wouldn't want to go up there. She didn't believe her, but now she knew she was right. Isabelle opened her mouth as if to say something but Clary raised her hand and raced out the door before the tears could start to spill.

She ran as fast as she could back to Amatis' house and sneaked in. She hadn't been lucky. Amatis had found out and she had talked to Clary in such a way that made her feel even smaller than Jace's words made her.

Throwing herself face down on the bed, she let the tears fall and made a vow to herself.

Enough. No more. From now on, i would live a new life. A life different from the mundane life i had, as Jace had so cruelly put it. I'm going to have more strength, more skills. I refuse to go on being dead weight to the Lightwoods any longer, refuse to be the stupid, naive, little girl Jace obviously thought I am. She would be someone Isabelle and Alec would be proud of calling one of them.

She was going to be a real Shadowhunter.

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