Hi everybody! First story, so I would appreciate all feedback. The story starts at Clary and Jace's fight in City of Glass (the words spoken by the characters are the same as the book in the beginning of the story). And, of course, I do not own these amazing characters- they all belong to the great author Cassandra Clare! Thanks for reading!

Clary shook in anger and fear as Jace screamed at her. Vaguely, the back of her mind recalled that this wasn't their first fight, in fact, it was only one of their many. Still, the words Jace was spitting out left her astounded.

"You should never have come. I know I told you it's because it isn't safe for you here, but that wasn't true. 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?" Her voice cracked, and she felt tears coming to her eyes. I can't cry; Shadowhunters don't cry. I can't cry, I can't cry... not in front of Jace.

"Oh, Jace ," Isabelle murmured. Her expression was sad and guilty, as if she knew what Jace was saying would make a permanent imprint.

"You always just race ahead without thinking," Jace said. "You know that, Clary. We'd never have ended up in the Dumort if it wasn't for you."

"And Simon would be dead ! Doesn't that count for anything?" She cried.

Maybe it was rash, but—" His eyes glued to hers, their expression as cold as steel. The comforting golden look to them was gone.

"Maybe? But it's not like every decision I've made was a bad one! You said, after what I did on the boat, you said I'd saved everyone's life—" She started.

Jace's face went completely pale as he screamed back at her, "Shut up, Clary, SHUT UP—"

"On the boat?" Alec confusedly looked from Clary to Jace. "What about what happened on the boat? Jace—"

"I just told you that to keep you from whining!" Jace shouted, his anger exploding onto her. Every shout he made felt like a new rune carved into her skin, but not with a stele; with a knife. "You're a disaster for us, Clary! You're a mundane, you'll always be one, 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!"

Clary opened her mouth, but no words came out. She had nothing to say. His anger had made hers retreat into a corner and hide, and now she could feel her legs shaking. She was so angry that she couldn't even speak. Clary had never even imagined him screaming at her like this, with such viciousness that it seemed he was a demon. Never had she imagined this rage, this explosion of anger and hatred being poured on her.

"Go home, Clary," he said exhaustedly, as if the things he'd said were something he'd wanted to say for a long time. "Go home."

She stared back at him, his expression cutting glass, cutting her. Her feet started moving, and before she knew it, she was at the door, still waiting for him to stop her and apologize. Clary turned around to see him staring back at her, covered in the darkness of shadow.

"When you told me the first time that Valentine was your father, I didn't believe it." She stopped, taking a deep breath. "Not just because I didn't want it to be true, but because you weren't anything like him. I've never though you were anything like him. But you are." Taking in the expression of pain that crossed his face, she spoke again. "You are exactly like him, Jace Morgenstern," She spat. "And you can never change that. Never."

As if in a trance, she saw herself take one last look around the room, as if for memory safe-keeping, gracefully leave it, and slam the door behind her, so hard that the house shook. Unbelievable waves of anger fell all around her as she stumbled down the stairs, heading toward the front door. A part of her, the part that loved Jace, begged him to come after her. The rest of her silently fumed.

Clary ripped the front door open, slamming it shut as she strode out of the Penhallows. Her stomach turned as she looked around the neighborhood, wondering how to get back to Amatis now.

"Clary!" A voice called to her as she turned to see Sebastian. She couldn't handle anyone right now, especially not the opposite sex.

"Sebastian, I can't talk to you right now, I just can't." She stormed off the steps and headed down the pavement, recalling that this was the right direction.

"Clary, what happened? I can help you-" Sebastian whined, chasing after her.

"Can't you just leave me alone!" She turned and screamed at him. "I told you once that I didn't want your help! I don't need anyone's help, since apparently all I do is mess things up!" Clary directed this last comment to Jace's open window. His face peered through the glass, and she saw nothing but regret and pain coming from his expression.

Sebastian stumbled backward, as if her verbal blow had hit him physically. He turned to her with hurt in his eyes, then strode back into the Penhallows. Clary didn't notice; she was concentrated on Jace.

"Clary, I'm sorry-" He started.

"Save it!" She screamed back at him. "Don't even bother talking to me again." With that she stormed off toward Amatis' home, not noticing Jace as he called after her, punching through the glass in frustration.

So? What about it so far? Sorry, felt like leaving a cliffhanger here! I twisted the end a little, the way I wanted it at least.

Till tomorrow!