He was there and he loved her. She was there and loved him too, but was selfish and unaware.

So today, they're now here and she still loved him and he loved yesterday.

Jace-17

Clary-17

7.30am- Saturday 27/08/2015

Jace POV-

Why? What? Why did she kiss him? What did I do wrong?

She was there. Gorgeous as always. And I was there. Standing at the bar right next to her. She was wearing a black dress that ended just above mid thigh. It had long sleeves and had specks of gold that started from the bottom and flared to the top of the dress like fire. It had hugged her petite figure and emphasised curves that weren't easily visible, but I didn't care if she hade curves or not. Because it was my innocent angel, Clary. She had barely any makeup on, just the way we both preferred it and her beautiful red hair that matched her temper, had cascaded in beautiful ringlets down her to the small of her back.

She was gorgeous last night, that's the point I'm trying to get across.

But her attention had been on something else.

While a blonde girl had been nagging me for my name and number, Clary was talking to the bartender, although, I couldn't hear them over the club's loud music.

The bartender had sandy blonde hair with pale skin to clash oddly with his sharp features. He wasn't bad looking, just not... striking. And he looked, very disconnected.

The thing that had caught my attention was his black demon-like eyes. They were black voids of nothingness. They were the definition of pure evil.

He had given me a bad vibe from the first glance.

And yet, she had seemed intrigued. Excited even.

Before I could've blinked, he had leaned across the bar to whisper something in her ear.

I remember clenching my fists so hard, my knuckles turned an unhealthy shade of yellow-y white.

I had no right to feel that way. Jealous. Possesive.

I didn't have the right to claim her as mine. She isn't property.

She's my world.

My bestest friend.

And that's all I'll ever be to her.

Her best friend.

I had been so caught up in thoughts I hadn't realised that I had lost her.

The readhead, who was the star of my dreams, had vanished.

And so had the nightmare.

The bartender.

I had frantically searched the club, looking for my angel, only to find her pushed up against the wall.

By the demon eyed bartender.

I hadn't cried in years. The last time I had cried was when I was 7. A whole army of disgusting, blood-sucking ducks had chased me around Central Park. My parents had to lure them away from me with our sandwiches. I was traumatised.

But staring at Clary kissing the bartender, I didn't know why, at the time, why I had wanted to cry my eyes out.

But I did know now.

I'm in love with her.

"C-clary?" My voice had stuttered.

She looked shocked. But I did see another emotion flash through her innocent, emerald, green eyes that I couldn't identify.

I loved her eyes. The were the right shade for her, like god made them to look like gems especially for her. They weren't bright enough to be a neon light, but not too dull to make them look drained. And if you looked long enough you could see the different shades of emerald green in them, and golden flakes that accented the green in her irises perfectly. They were perfect.

And the last thing I had wanted to see at that exact moment.

"Jace! I thought you were at the bar?" She had questioned.

"There wasn't any bartender to serve me!" I had yelled over the obnoxiously loud music.

The bartender had pushed away from Clary at this point.

"I'll see myself out." He had said in a very, almost unidentifiable, thick French accenct.

And just like that, that nightmare had left.

But it wasn't over yet.

"You know you're not Jon, right? You don't have to be such a brother sometimes!" She snapped.

"I didn't even do anything!" I had protested.

"You made him leave!" Clary had whined.

"And that's my fault?" I had lost it up to that point.

"We were perfectly content until you came and ruined it Jace! You ruin everything all the time!" She yelled.

"...what? I ruin... everything?" It felt like my whole world had shriveled up and died when she had said that.

"Wait, god I didn't mean to say that. God, Jace I-"

"Catch a cab Clarissa."

And now I'm here.

With my Mum and Dad trying to coax me out of my room.

Clary blowing up my phone.

And my dog Sydney, scratching my door, trying to help my parents with coaxing me out of my room.

They aren't doing a very good job.

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7.00am-Saturday 27/08/2015

Clary POV-

God. I am such. An. Idiot.

What was I on last night? Why did I say that? I didn't mean to hurt Jace's feelings. I just, snapped. I was so wrapped up in kissing Sebastian, I didn't think twice about my best friend.

I was imagining I was kissing him though.

Yes. I loved him.

He used to love me too, but, not anymore.

Aline told me so.

She's the school's gossip girl. She knows everything.

She's also a good liar. It's hard to tell what's real and what's not with her.

But I believed her.

And I still do.

I just wish I hadn't snapped at him. It was like I was having an out of body experience. The girl yelling at Jace was a different girl, a weird thing. And I had looked down on her.

And it was me.

And I hated what I saw.

And now I'm here.

Texting and calling Jace.

Tired, starved and stressed.

Worrying about my best friend.

Jon next to me at the table, coaxing me to eat something.

And Luke. My Labrador pup trying to help Jon, pawing at my feet underneath the table, to get me to feed myself.

They aren't helping.

AN~

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