Don't know where this was going just felt like writing it. So I thought I'd post it so enjoy.
Clary turned the statue around in her hand, Achtland, the red haired Irish goddess, who rules over sex magic. Blushing she looked up, only to see the door slam shut sighing she rushed after him. Jace in his all black uniform blended in with dark ally, if it wasn't for the street lamp dimly burning, at the end, casting dark shadows, and reflecting off a stunning gold hair, Clary might not have seen him.
He was facing the mouth of the ally not looking at her, so it was she was able to sneak up on him. Once she was standing a few feet away she cleared her throat causing Jace to spin around in an almost comical way, before regaining his composer and smirking.
"Achtland, cute" Clary spoke in a clipped tone; she had been studying goddesses for a mythology class she was taking.
"Kind of reminded me of you cutie, and I have been told I resemble a satisfying faerie." He dropped one eye in a lazy wink.
"It's not the only thing you resemble" Clary muttered, and in a much louder voice "Jace, I'm not going to forgive you so, it's time to move on."
"I disagree if you were ready to move on you wouldn't have followed me out here." His voice was calm and he leaned easily against the wall but Clary could see the tiny pulse beating at the base of his throat.
She shook her head "I came to give back your statue Jace, I don't want it"
He sucked in a breath "Well I'm not taking in back"
"Fine" Clary summoned every bit of hurt he had caused, every night crying into Simons shoulder, and dropped the package on the ground, it made a satisfying sound of glass shattering. In his moment of distraction she slipped his phone out of his hand and deleted her number. Slipping it back in his pocket and avoiding his gaze she turned on her heel and marched back to the club.