Wow, it's been so long since I've written anything the 4th book of the series is out deeming my story rather pointless since we now know that this is not what happened after 'City of Glass' , so now I'd like you all to think of this story as an alternative story line that the original 'City of Fallen Angels'. So, to sum up, this story is still based after the happenings of City of Ashes, but it's a 'what if the City of Fallen Angles happenings didn't happen' type of thing.

Anyway, I've re-read the last chapter and, after getting over my crinjing at the mistakes such as the changes between the third person and second person point of view in my writing and changing it, this is what I came up with,

Hope you enjoooy! R&R!

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Chapter 2

A shower was much needed. And it definitely set Clary in a better mood. So Aline was after Jace, that didn't matter. She and Jace had been through so much together, they were fine, he loved her. So really, all Clary needed to worry about is that Aline was supposed to be her friend, but she really wasn't acting like it. Yet, Clary tried to keep in mind, Jace wasn't a normal boy, and Aline wasn't acting maliciously, she was actually acting like it pained her to be here, around Jace.

Urgh, Clary decided not to think about it anymore. She wasn't going to mention it to Jace, she wasn't going to shoot daggers at Aline, she was going to go to her lessons as her mother had ordered.

As one of the demands of her mother when she let her move in to the institute was that she carried on with her education, though they'd worked it out that she only had to go to school three afternoons a week, so she could train. This was one of those afternoons. Hauling her backpack over her t-shirt clad shoulder, she stuffed her feet into her sneakers and pulled at the loopholes of her jeans to stop them from riding down.

"Damn it" came a voice from the doorway. Jace was leaning against the doorframe of her room. "here i was, hoping i could make it here on time to do the exact opposite to what you just did to your jeans. Timing really is everything."

"Haa, too bad, for you. I've got school, so you'll have to amuse yourself for a few hours."

"Aha, well that is easy. I'm very pleasant to be around. I'll just stay in one room all day, revelling in the wonders of my own existence"

Clary looked up at him, eyebrows raised. "Honestly, your sarcasm is getting weaker and weaker every day! What's happening to your whit?" She laughed. Jace frowned. With the sound of her giggling the frown lines smoothed into a pleasant expression, not a smile, but he was looking down at her with a look of sincere...loving. Her giggling stopped as she stared into his eyes.

"That's the effect you have on me, Clary" he said softly, reaching out to stroke her cheek. The flesh there felt warm with his touch and Clary felt the skin pool in her cheeks. "when you're around, it makes the teasing difficult. You make it difficult. I just can't stop..."

He didn't say more. He didn't need to. She could read it all in his gold, blazing eyes.

There was a cough from the doorway. Jace didn't move from his position for a second, then he took a deep breath and turned stiffly, annoyed at being interrupted, clearing Clary's view so that she too could see the intruder.

She knew it was going to be Aline. All the understanding and graceful decision making to not let her crush bug her went through the window at the sight of the beautiful girl standing in the doorway. She didn't look happy, yet she wasn't angry.

"I was just wondering if you had any dresses i could borrow Clary. Isabelle and I are going out tonight but she's a bit taller than I am and she doesn't have anything that would fit. You're coming right?" she said sweetly. Sickly sweet in Clary's opinion.

"Yeah, probably." Clary looked up at Jace for confirmation. He smiled down at her. Right, Jace obviously liked the idea of going out. " but I'm afraid I don't have anything appropriate. Not even for my self." She said.

"No problem, I'll sort something out. See you later then" she gave a sad little wave and walked away down the corridor.

Jace turned back to her and took a step forward, leaning in so that their bodies were touching and their mouths were millimetres apart, noses touching. "Where were we?" he asked in a rough voice.

Clary took a deep breath, pushing her bust out and looking down at his lips which parted as a result.

"Right. ..about..." She whispered. "Here."

That was when she backed away and walked out of the room to the elevators, leaving Jace cursing behind her.