I rewrote the 10 chapters that I have already posted. I added more detail to some scenes, fixed grammar mistakes, plot holes, and deepened a lot of the relationships; especially Seb and Clary's. I felt like it was super shallow and I needed there to be more reason for Clary to build walls. Remember to review and follow!

The sound of her feet slapping against the dirt road was all that Clary heard as she ran down the ditch bank a mile away from her house. Her heart slammed against her chest and her lungs burned for air as a grin widened across her face, sweat making its way from the base of her hair down her back. She loved the way her morning runs felt as they melted away the tiredness and in its place left a feeling of adrenaline.

Cows mooed in the distance and Clary pushed herself to her usually resting point. It was in front of a pasture that was exactly one mile away from her ranch, and in country terms was her family's closest neighbor. She sprinted the last hundred yards before stopping and resting on a fence post. This training better pay off. She thought to herself in two weeks I will be a South Carolina's 1600 meter state champion.

"Damn," a voice said behind her, startling her from her thoughts. "I didn't know runners could be so hot." Clary whipped around to see a boy leaning against a fence post, a smirk plastered on his face. He had blond hair that curled out from his worn baseball cap and was wearing old work jeans with a t-shirt that was snug around his defined biceps. He was tall but not too tall, probably 5'10 or so. She rolled her eyes at the boy in front of her, though butterflies where hitting the walls of her stomach. Jace Wayland had just called her hot.

"You know," he continued walking towards her "a normal girl would have rushed towards me yelling out thanks or even showering me with kisses, when I called them hot. Not roll their eyes and ignore me."

She swallowed "Who says I'm normal?" she challenged putting her hands of her hips.

He rubbed his clean shaven chin in thoughtfulness, giving her a once over. "You know what, you're right Red, and you're not normal or even sane for that matter, because no sane person would wake up at 5 in the morning, every morning to run." As the sun rose higher in the sky the hints of gold in the hair that couldn't be controlled by his Huey hat became more prominent, making him seem to sparkle in a sort of way.

"How do you know I run here every day?" she asked suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"This is my property," he said shifting from one foot to the other as if bored of standing still "You stop at my barn every morning while I'm doing chores. Just because this is the first day that I have talked to you doesn't mean that it's the first time I've seen you in those tight little running shorts."

Clary flushed, blood rushing to her cheeks as she pulled down her Nike spandex, that at this very moment felt way too short to wear in the presence of other people; especially people like Jace who looks at girls like they were dessert. Her mind raced as she tried to connect the pieces. This was Stephen Herondale's property and for as long as she had lived here she had no idea that the towns golden boy also took up residence here.

"I can see the confusion on your cute little face Red," Jace drawled out "You see my mom and I moved in with my step father a few months ago. "

"Oh," was all she could say

A smirk crossed Jace's face. "You should probably get going Red." He said adjusting his hat "You never rest this long." He winked at her

"Yeah alright." She said stepping back. But she didn't move; she didn't know what to do exactly. The whole encounter was too much for her to comprehend.

"I'll see you around Red." Jace said. Clary started to correct him on her name but he had already turned around and was walking back towards the wheel barrow full of hay he had abandoned. She turned and began running again, continuing down the dirt road for another mile. Her head was reeling; how did he know who she was and why was this the first time he had ever talked to her. As she thought it over in her head a better question popped up, why did she care so much and why did she suddenly become a pile of nerves?

For as long as she could remember she was not the biggest fan of Jace Wayland. He was an arrogant, too popular for his own good bull rider that didn't care about anyone but himself. He went through girls like tissues and she has never witnessed him display any real emotion.

When she turned around to head home, she didn't stop at Jace's property as usually, even though her lungs and legs burned , she pushed though until she got to the beginning of long drive way and stopped gasping for air.

She was too busy trying to catch her breath and organize her thoughts about Jace to hear the truck pull up behind her.

"You okay Clary?" A voice, thick with a very attractive southern accent, called cutting the engine. She stood up instantly recognizing that voice and she tried to flatten her rogue fire red ponytail with her hand.

"Yeah Seb, I'm good thanks." She flashed a smile to the boy in the driver's seat of a black 1992 Chevy Silverado as the butterflies returned.

"Alright." Sebastian said with a nod "Why don't you hop on in here and I'll take you back to the house. We can start on those chores before your late to school again."

Clary's smiled spread wider "Sure," she said pulling the truck door open as Sebastian re-started the engine. Sebastian, or Seb as everyone called him, was tall and muscular, but in a less flashy way than Jace. His dark black hair was longer and flipped out from under his well loved baseball cap, his eyes where dark too but in a beautiful way. He had been working as a ranch hand for Clary's father since before his senior year and Clary's freshman year of high school. Sebastian has been a staple in Clary's life since she was young; her big brother Jonathon and Seb were as close as brothers. This consistency and an unfortunate run in with an ex-boyfriend has caused the two to grow closer and closer. Clary felt as though feelings that were no longer just friendly where becoming more prominent over time.

"I never understood why you insist on running four miles at this god awful time in the morning." Seb said interrupting Clary's thoughts.

"Because just working out at the track is not going to get me a state title and you know that. Also we don't have practice today something about giving us a break." She scoffed at her coaches words

"I don't know Clary, I've seen you run and you are damn fast and maybe a break would be good for you." He said looking over at her with a sparkle in his eye. He reached out and patted her knee supportively. Clary felt electricity shoot up her leg by his touch and by the look in Sebastian's eye she knew she wasn't the only one that felt it.

There was an awkward silence that fell between the pair as Sebastian pulled into his normal spot and Clary quickly jumped out. She jogged into the barn and grabbed a couple grain buckets taking them over to the large bag and began filling them, the sound of pellets falling into the bucket echoing throughout the barn

"Hey Seb," she yelled to him across the barn after a minute, the awkwardness melting away "Could you bring me over those last few buckets?"

She could hear him chuckle and saw him shake his head as he grabbed the two black rubber buckets laying on the grown next to the hay. "You know," he said when she was in ear shot "You could always just stack them together and bring them over at the same time."

"Oh what fun would that be? And miss making you walk them over to me every morning? I don't think so." She said teased as he handed her the empty buckets in exchange for a now full one. "Here, take this over to-"

"Rosie." Sebastian interrupted "Then you will feed Amber, and I will go grab the one for Victor and Lacy. And finally you will feed Maxx. I know how this works Clary. I help you every single morning." Though his words sound harsh, there was only teasing to his tone.

She smiled at him and picked up the bucket to take to Amber. Amber was a rescue that they had adopted about two years ago and now she is a lesson horse that teaches clients how to ride. "Hi baby girl," Clary said stepping into her stall and setting down the bucket. Amber let out a soft nicker as she walked towards the food. Clary rubbed her neck before stepping out, closing the door behind her and going over to grab Maxx's grain.

Maxx's head was already sticking out of the stall, happily awaiting his morning grain. He let out a long neigh when he saw her coming. Maxx was Clary's beautiful bay gelding that she showed throughout the different American Quarter Horse Shows in the south. He was 10 years old and Clary had had him since he was born. The two worked as a beautiful team and made all of the other competitors jealous when they walked into the arena. She set his grain in his stall and walked back to where Seb was beginning to fill the wheel barrow with hay.

"You're always done before I am." Clary cried walking back towards Sebastian who was standing near the hay stack in the corner of the barn.

"That's because I don't stand around and admire them for an hour before moving on the next animal." He winked at her as he unloaded a flake of hay into the wheel barrow. She rolled her eyes even though she knew it was true.

"Do you need any help?" she asked

"Could you grab me that pitch fork from over there?" he asked his back turned to her.

"Yeah," Clary jogged to the other side of the barn picking up a wooden pitch fork

"Thanks" he flashed a dazzling smile at her as he reached out to grab it. Their hands touched and once again a feeling of warmth shot up her arm, leaving her with what now felt like dozens of butterflies in her gut. Both Clary and Sebastian pulled back causing the pitch fork to fall in-between them.

"What was that?" Clary asked out of breath "You felt that right?"

Sebastian nodded but turned and busied himself with filling the wheel barrow "Clary, I think it would be best if you went and got ready." He said not looking at her

"What? Sebastian we need to talk-"

"No," a slight tremor filled his voice "Go get ready!" He snapped causing her to take a step back Sebastian was never one to raise his voice, especially not towards her. "Please." He said softly, still not looking at her.

Wordlessly Clary walked back to her house, her mind in a whirlwind. This wasn't the first time that she had felt something between them and she knew that he has felt it too. She was determined to get to the bottom of both of their feelings.

After a quick shower Clary changed into a pair of Jeans and a fitted t-shirt, the whole time her mind never leaving Sebastian. She blow dried her red hair into soft curls and added just a little bit of makeup. She smiled at her reflection and checked the time. "Shit," she cursed it was 7:25 and she was running late.

Grabbing her backpack she rushed down the stairs, wanting to have a minute to talk to Seb.

"Bye mom!" she yelled grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl and pulling on her boots before rushing out of the door. She jogged out to the barn praying that he would be more open to talk.

"Clary," he jumped when he heard her footsteps. He quickly shoved his phone into his back pocket, not making eye contact. "What's up?

"I really think that we need to talk about whatever it is that is between us, Seb. This isn't a new thing and you know it."

Sebastian swallowed hard, taking a step towards her. "You're right," he said "But it doesn't matter Clary."

"What do you mean, it doesn't matter?!" She asked outraged "I see the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." This was a conversation that was far overdue and it felt like a weight being lifted off her shoulders as the words fell out her mouth. Courage overcame her as she stepped forward and took his hand, her small one fitting perfectly in his rough calloused one. "I know you have feelings for me, just like I have feelings for you."

"Clare," he said glancing down at this clasped hands "Things are going to be different."

"What are you talking about Seb." She asked confused "Nothing is going to change, things will be better for us."

He gave her a sad smile and released her hand as he stepped towards her. Lifting his hands he cradled her face gently, his thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. She inhaled in surprise as his lips made contact with hers first lightly, as if testing the waters. She tensed out of shock before relaxing into the affection letting her eyes flutter closed and her hands intertwine into his hair, that was now free of his hat. The kiss deepened as Clary tried to push the warning bells that where going off in her head out of mind. Her skin felt like it was on fire as he slide his hand from her face to her hip pulling her closer. All of her senses where consumed by him; his scent, his touch until suddenly they were gone. Clary eyes flashed open at the lack of contact. Sebastian had put at least 8 feet between them and was breathing just as hard as she was. He lips looked slightly swollen and his eyes were closed as if he were unable to look at Clary.

"Sebastian," she murmured taking a step towards the dark haired boy "What was that."

"A mistake." He said opening his eyes. They were nearly black and had a hardness to them, something out of the normal for the boy who was often kind and gentle towards her.

"What?" she asked feeling as if the wind had been knocked out of her. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong." She reached across the space between then, touching his bicep softly. He looked painfully at her hand before gently pushing it off, making it fall back to Clary's side.

"I shouldn't have kissed you Clary." He said turning away "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize Sebastian." She said anger replacing the warmth that she had felt when she kissed him. "Stop walking away from me! We need to talk about this."

"Good bye, Clary." He said the finality in his voice making her stop in her tracks. His eyes where filled with sadness as he picked up his discarded ball cap and walked away from her. She stood there for a beat, listening to the sound of her heart still pounding in her ears mixed with the echoing of the boy she loved cowboy boots retreating away from her. She staggered to her truck in a haze of confusion. What the hell just happened? She thought as she got in her truck and started it. Putting it in reverse she thought of the way he smelt and how his lips felt against hers. She looked in her rear view mirror and saw that the curly haired boy was leaning against the door of the barn watching her go.

Hello! If you are a new reader thanks so much for giving this fic a shot! If you are a returning reader who is re-reading this for the new edits I hope you enjoyed the new Sebastian and Clary moments! I think it will add another layer of depth to the whole thing.

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