Summary:

A girl at the age of seventeen has discovered that she likes one of her close guy friend. He says he like another other than her. Even through all the pain she is still there for her friends. What happens when things get twisted? Will Clary ever be with Jace? Will they even get everything cleared up? Is he the one to fix the hole that is in her heart from another?

A/N:: Well everyone, I revised my story. I couldn't handle all the errors I had made. So, I will still try to post a 'real' new chapter as soon as possible. I am working REALLY hard on this. It is harder than I thought to write about my Ex-Boyfriend. Lol. I hope that you all will continue to stick it out with me.

Chapter 1

UGH. . . . Why Harry Potter!

Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting. If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me, Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?

-Paramore (That's what you get)

This is NOT how I wanted to spend my Friday night! My two best friends, Isabelle Lightwood and Simon Lewis, love Harry Potter. Also my little (well, little to me anyway) Sister, Aline Claymark, and another friend of mine, Maryse Haras. Then there's me, Clarissa (Please. . . . Call me Clari) Claymark who is the totally opposite. In about ten-fifteen minutes we will be on our way to go see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1. Yea-NO! I'm not a huge Harry Potter fan. The Twilight Saga was always my thing.

I look out my kitchen window and see that Maryse had pulled up and parked across the street. I run outside to meet her, except she goes to the trunk. She starts to pull something out. Is that a. . . Vacuum? Yep, it's a vacuum.

"My Dad told me to bring this to you. He didn't say why thought?" Maryse had said.

HA! I remember the conversation I had with my high school band director, Mr. Haras, about a week ago when I told him my vacuum was broken. He said he'd give me one. . . . I didn't think he was serious about it!

"Oh wow. . . . Well, come on and we'll take it inside." I told her and on the way inside she said, "Aren't you excited for HP!"

"Are you serious? You know I hate Harry Potter. I'm being forced to go to this because we saw 'The Last Airbender'. You know that Maryse."

"Oh well, I am! Hey, Isabelle. Hey, Simon. Hey, Acline."

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" Of course my mother would say that, and in that tone of voice for no reason. My mother, Mrs. Jocelyn Claymark, was in her mid-fifties, dark skin, graying hair that she had me dye red, and glasses that didn't really help her eye sight since she could still never see.

"Oh Hi, Mrs. Claymark. My Dad told me to bring this to you guys."

"Why?"

"Momma, Mr. Haras and I were talking a few days ago, and he said sweeping carpet isn't good, and he would give us the vacuum since they have a better one at home."

"Oh. Tell him I said thank you please."

"OK. Are you guys ready to go?"

Simon, being Simon, said, "I've only been ready for God knows how long now!"

"Shut up, and stop being smart before I pop you!" And just like that, we fell into are 'Big Browther and little sister' banter. In the middle of are banter, I yelled, "Bye Momma. Bye Daddy!" and went to acting goofy with my friends.

On our way to the movie theater, we were all goofing off in the car and I got a call from a really good friend of my good friends, Jace Wayland. Jace was a cool down to earth guy. He was nice, caring, and always made sure that I wasn't getting hurt. Even though I did, he couldn't have prevented that, and it also wasn't his job to do that, though many times he made it seem like it was.

"Hey Jace what's up?"

"Nothing much, I just called to tell you that Maia and I can't come tonight. . . . She forgot." Suddenly in the background I heard a female shout, "SORRY CLARI!" No other that Maia I'm sure. Even though Maia had graduated with the class before me, because of her age, she still acted like she was in high school because most of her friends and boyfriend, Alec Lightwood, were there.

"Oh it's OK, don't worry about it."

"No, I wanted to see it and she knows that." Ugh. . . . He was playing the guilt trip card, and I knew all too well what face went with that card. YIKES!

"I'm sure you'll see it soon."

"Hey, you have to text me Jace cause I'm in the car and Maryse is giving me death glares."

"Oh OK will do. Bye."

"Bye."

After that we just goofed off till we got in the theater.

We had been in the movie for maybe twenty minutes when I finally got a text from Jace. A smile broke out across my face. All it said was "Hey", and I was smiling like no tomorrow! There is something seriously wrong with me.

"Hey what's up?.." My friends made fun of me because I have this weird way that I text when I text people.

"Nm chillin thinkin hbu"

"Watchin this awful movie.. Whatcha thinkin bout?.."

"How is it awful and a girl"

"OOOO WHAT GIRL!.. and cause I dnt lyk hp.."

"I'm nt sayin and y"

"I was nvr a hp fan.. Idk just couldn't get n2 it.. Come on just tell me.."

"O ok"

"So.. R u gonna tell me?.."

"U already kno who it is already"

"So.. Tell me.."

"I like Iz"

"My Iz?.. Isabelle Lightwood?.."

"Yea"

I looked over at Iz. Why was I angry. . . . Hurt. . . . Upset with her when this was totally not her fault. I didn't understand why I was feeling these feelings towards my friend. Then I thought, 'Am I jealous of Iz?'. Was I hoping that he would have said my name instead of any other female on this earth (yea I think to the extremes. . . . Sue me!) Then it hit . . . . I like Jace. I've always like Jace. Ever since that girl introduced us a year ago back in November. Well, maybe a few months into are friendship. Ugh. . . There goes the little self-esteem that I had in me for the night. How come none of the guys wanted me. The guys in my life just wanted my better looking friends. I could never and would never be the 'hot girl friend that all of her friends secretly wanted to date'. I would always be the girl that her friends would never want to make more of.

"Aw.. REALLY ?.. That's cute.."

Seeing as he didn't say me, I'll just put my feelings aside for my friends. . . Like I always do.