Well I know it's been less than one day. However I just wanted everyone to see a little bit of Clary's thoughts. I won't be doing her POV a whole lot, no will i be updating everyday and leaving little messages. There maybe a few more for this story though. Sorry. Most chapters will hopefully be longer.

I noticed some people not overly delighted with Aline's appearance. Haha well I am trying to give each of the character's my own kind of dimension so, you may be surprised at her personality. Also I just wanted the characters *cough* Jace *cough* to find something new that maybe they weren't looking for. Thus Jaces um, 'type' in lack of a better word.

So on with the story...

Chapter 2

C Pov

It had to be here. This was the last chance I had. If I didn't get this, it'd be sleeping in that cab for the next week, eating rations of baked beans and sour dough bread.

That was ok for me, I could deal with it, but I really didn't want to, I needed this job.

These were the thoughts, pressures and freak outs running through her head while entering the gym. She flinched at the sound of padded gloves against punching bags.

Someone, somewhere in this gym was laying some killer left hooks into a very unfortunate bag. As I thought the words I got a brief glimpse of golden. That was until it was obstructed by a goofy looking guy in glasses and a Dungeons and Dragons t-shirt.

"Can I help you?" He asked; scaling his eyes up and down my purple jumper and black skinny jeans.

"I was looking for a Robert Lightwood?" I hesitated unsure. I met his dark brown eyes for the first time, since I was staring at his long blue jeans leading down to his Nike high tops.

His eyes were...friendly. Well that was something I wasn't expecting.

"Yeah, well right through those glass doors on the far side of the ring." He said pointing towards a big back wall with barely anything but big mirrors covering the right half of the wall and a wide pair of split glass doors furthest to left as it could get.

I mumbled a 'thanks', while passing him. I walked passed a multiple number of 'boxers' and saw that flash of gold again, this time I followed it. A guy, a really good looking-who was I kidding? - A damn fine guy with the body of Taylor Lautner, from the side his profile was strong with a demanding jaw and bone structure. Out of all the trainees he was the most focused, determine. I could see it in his eyes.

The same gold eyes that were now assessing her. Shit. Caught staring. Act cool, nonchalant. Good, now; keep your eyes focused on the glass doors. Man, I can feel his eyes boring into me.

Finally! The glass doors. Thank you, Lord.

A pushed the doors wide open just as I heard a loud 'Hey' from the direction of the golden boxer.

A slightly scruffy man was sitting behind a small desk in a well decorated – for a gym – office.

"Hi. Mr. Lightwood? Robert? Is it? My name's Clary." She said meekly, biting the corner of her bottom lip.

Robert's eyes trailed the length of my little body. Registering me I assume. Here comes the anxiety ridden teenager again. Crap.

"Please call me Robert. This is a gym not a class room" He chuckled to himself.

I just stood there laughing awkwardly. "So, do you have a resume?" He asked raised his eye brows at me.

"Um, well no not quite, actually not at all" I replied, man this was going shittier than I thought it would.

The man's expression remained kind of blank. "Why do you want to work in this gym?" he asked in that same neutral voice.

"I don't" I whispered. "But I need to." I finally raised her eyes to his and he stared much the same as before, like I didn't just admit to being pathetically in need of some crappy job cleaning a sweaty gym.

"Ok. You got it. Be back in the gym Monday morning, 7 o'clock sharp" He stated, than flashed me a brief smile.

I was shocked and...Happy? Well today's been full of nice surprises I guess. "Thanks so much Mr-" I caught myself in the throes of good manners "Robert" I smiled sheepishly at him. He just told me to head out and enjoy the few hours of the weekend I had left.

I left his office running my hand through my side fringe only to have it fall back in place above my right eye. Daring a glance over at the golden boxing boy. He seemed to be having a very funny conversation with a fellow-trainee? No manager? Nu uh...trainer? Yeah that seems about right.

Finally, I was leaving the gym with; a new job, an interesting in sight to the gyms participants and a new found emotion.

I smiled to myself sipping my tasteless coffee. You'd think in a place like Brooklyn they'd have half decent coffee. Well I have yet to find it.

I lent my head against the glass wall my chair was propped up against. I glanced at my watch. 1 am? Already? Well slap my ass and call me Sally. I'd better get back to my hous- err car.

I sighed. Yeah, a lot had happed in 1 month. Things I'm not too excited to think about. I don't particularly want to delve into my psyche. I open my wallet. Shit, $6 dollars left. I drop 4 on the table.

Despite my money woes, I wondered off into the darkness towards my car and for the first time in what seemed like years but was probably more like a couple weeks, I felt this emotion that seemed so foreign to me now; I think I use to call it hope.

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