Hey guys! A lot of people asked me to continue so that's exactly what I did. My original plan was to go up to the part where Jace sees Clary in that super short dress, so thats what I'm going to do. I'm going to write up until then and after that, if there are any chapter ideas you have for me, then I will be happy to write them! I really appreciate all the nice things everyone said about my writing and I wish I could give you all hugs! Anyways, I'm sorry this took so long to post, I had a crazy busy week and had to finish like 3 projects. This chapter isn't as long as the last because I decided to post it real quick so y'all wouldn't think I had just randomly decided to stop posting. So I hope you like the chapter and please send me any comments or criticisms you have because I'm a perfectionist and always trying to improve my work. Sorry for the mini rant and I hope you enjoy the chapter! Btw these characters do not belong to me, I'm not Cassandra Clare :(

Jace pushed open the door and trudged to his bed, collapsing upon arrival. He looked up at the ceiling. He had been in this exact same position just a short while ago, thinking about Clary. Jace lay there thinking about all that had happened in such a short period of time. From the moment he met her, Clary has been all that's on his mind. His feelings for Clary had been almost instantaneous; he had begged Hodge to let him be the one to go get her after they had first discovered her. But why? He had that little urge hiding in the back of his mind that made him want to get to know everything about her. He wanted better know her and maybe understand why he has been so enthralled with her from the beginning. That feeling has grown into an obsession of sorts; he was starting to act very unlike himself in order to get closer to her. To know her. To know the real Clary. To know things about her that maybe that little mundane boy didn't even know. And he wanted her to know him too. Jace wanted all of this and for some reason he felt the need to go to any length to achieve it, however crazy it maybe. It was like the pull of the moon on the ocean, sometimes it's stronger than others, but no matter what its always their. By the Angel, I'm losing my mind. And more importantly, I'm losing my touch. No matter how hard I try, whenever I'm with Clary I lose all the flirting supremacy that usually has girls falling all over me. He was starting to get frustrated with himself. No matter what he was doing, what he was thinking about, whether he was with another girl or not, he was always thinking about Clary. Just as he would push all the thoughts out of his head, they would maneuver right back in and suddenly he was only thinking about her. She was just gorgeous. She's so full of life and so full of spunk. She's the only one who can dish his sass right back at him without a moment's hesitation. She was stubborn and he couldn't decide whether he respected and hated this. She would do whatever she thought was right, no matter what other people said… Do we actually have something in common? He thought, slightly confused.

Jace sighed and rolled off of the bed. He wandered over to the mirror in his bathroom and was so shocked that he almost laughed. He looked like he had been in a tornado… His hair was all flopped to one side from laying on it. His clothes were twisted around and immensely wrinkled and his cheeks were rosy, like he had done something embarrassing. Like hell is Jace Wayland blushing! There is something seriously wrong with me, I'm acting like a mundane girl! He thought ran his fingers through his hair and decided he required a shower, but he was too deep in thought to do something about this. A certain redhead began to creep back into his mind and he was helpless to do anything other than think about her. The same thought circulated in his head over and over again. The same questions stuck on repeat, refusing to be ignored until he answered them.

Why was he always thinking about her? Did she ever think about him? Why was he so jealous of the Mundie friend of hers? Why was he all of a sudden so protective over Clary? He looked in the mirror again. He looked different somehow… He didn't still have the red tint on his cheeks but still… What's different about me? He thought to himself. Jace scanned his reflection, looking for any sign that could put this feeling of uneasiness to rest. It was like those games where you have to find differences between two pictures, except he was playing on expert. The question played over and over in his mind, What's different about me? Then it hit him. He didn't have that cocky smirk on his face. He looked didn't look like the confident, sarcastic, self-centered heartbreaker. He didn't look like the kind of guy that would only give you his attention until he got bored.

Why? Why didn't he look like the lady-killer he usually was. His head was starting to ache due to the emotional turmoil the bubbled and churned inside like a pot of Isabelle's bad cooking. He needed to clear his head. He usually let out anger through sarcastic comments, but he was sadly falling behind in those and there was no one to subject to a barrage of sassiness. He would go for the next best thing- the training room.

He rolled off his bed and changed into his usual training gear and headed out. He tried to move quickly through the familiar halls, twisting through the well-known path to a destination he has visited innumerable times. His life was getting so emotional and melodramatic. He had never had girl problems other than the sad looks he was given sometimes when he told a girl he was done. My life is becoming so complicated that people could write a teen romance novel about it, he thought to himself, smiling at his own joke. Him, Jace, a romantic? The day I say I become a mushy romantic is the day I tell Izzy that I sometimes use her hair straightener… He tried to joke, but there was some truth in what he was thinking. He was acting differently. He wasn't interested in other girls anymore. He tried to go after a girl recently but he soon realized that he wanted nothing to do with her, or any other girl for that matter. Why was that? He knew the answer. Because no other girl is Clary. He was right back where he was before he went to Clary's room earlier. It was like getting lost in the woods, all these emotions were new to him and every time he thought he was finally going somewhere, he would end up right back where he was.

Some how he magically ended up at the training room. One of the perks of being practically raised somewhere is that you can navigate the halls on autopilot. Now it was his time to clear his mind. He flipped and twisted and stretched, his muscles remembering the motions he had trained so hard to perfect. He flawlessly balanced on the beams in the ceiling, like a cat walking along a fence. He may not be able to control his emotions currently, but this was something he could control. He could work himself until he was bruised and worn out and too exhausted to think of anything but his muscles screaming at him for the abuse he put them through.

This is exactly what he did. He punched and kicked with a precision that only comes from hours of self forced-discipline and training. He went through evasive motions, jabbed, spun and everything he could think to do to chase every little redheaded thought out of his head. He was going to work himself like he always does. At a time when he kept doing things completely unlike himself, he was going to do something completely Jace. He worked himself until his muscles couldn't take anymore and he was satisfied. He slowly made his way back to his room, ignoring the pain it took to simple take a step. After what seemed like an eternity of painfully trudging down the hallways, he came to his room, pushed open the door and collapsed on the bed.

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