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CLARY

Don't be so sentimental, no
This love is accidental, so
Give it up, this was never meant to be
More than a memory for you

I'm gonna break your little heart
Watch you take the fall
Laughing all the way to the hospital
'Cause there's nothing surgery can do
(When I break your little heart in two)

I'm gonna break your little heart
Show you to the door
Sew yourself shut, now you're begging for more
'Cause there's nothing surgery can do
When I break your little heart in two

"That was Jace Wayland's new song. Stay tuned for an exclusive interview with the international heartthrob next." The voice of the dj cut through the car and I reached to turn off the radio.

"Ugh." I huffed and leaned back into my seat. "I hate that song and the asshole that sings it. I don't understand how you can listen to that without it making ears bleed." I looked over at Isabelle from above my sunglasses with speculation.

She smiled. "Would you rather we listen to some of your songs instead?" Her voice was teasing, but I could detect a hint of irritation.

"Ew. God, no. That's even worse." I scrunched up my face at the idea. "My music is awful and just all around irritating. Though, at least, I'm not so arrogant as to sing about how I'm having one night stands and breaking girls' hearts for fun. " I commented while looking at my nails and chipping away some of the old nail polish.

She rolled her eyes and snorted. "If you were singing about breaking a girl's heart, I'd be a little worried." She commented before frowning."I'll never understand why you hate your own music. In all your songs, your voice is just so...powerful and mesmerizing." Her facial expression became a bit wistful and her eyes unfocused.

I grinned widely at her display. "You know, Iz, if you want we can put on one of my songs and I can leave the two of you alone." I teased and laughed as she scowled at me.

"That's not funny, Clary. I was simply complimenting you and this is what I get for it? Last time I say anything nice about or to you."

I rolled my eyes at her theatrics. "Yeah, right. The last time you said that we went to Bloomingdale's and you wouldn't shut up about 'how absolutely beautiful' I looked." Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, she grabbed her car lighter and made like she was going to throw it at me. "Hey!" I shouted and held my hands up in the universal 'I surrender' gesture. "Those were yours words not mine."

"I was just kidding anyway. I would never throw anything at you." She said with a smile. "Well, not while we're in the car anyway."

"And why is that?"

"Because you're my best friend and I love you, duh. Plus I could swerve while trying to hit you and we could die."

I smiled wider at her and peeked at her through the sides of my glasses. "Thought you weren't going to say anything nice to me?"

"Damn it, Clary! You tricked me, so it doesn't count."

"Whatever." I chortled, shaking my head. "Anyway, where are we going?" I looked out the window and saw that we were headed towards the airport and frowned in confusion.I looked back at my best friend and quirked up my eyebrow; silently asking her why we were there. She kept her eyes straight ahead on the road, but I noticed that she had gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Isabelle, why are we at the airport?"

She bit her lip. "Um, well, don't freak out, okay?" I nodded an 'okay' and she continued cautiously. "We're here to pick up Alec."

"Well, that's no big deal. Why would I freak over that?" I questioned as I grabbed my coffee from the cup-holder and took a drink.

"Because we're also picking up Jace." She whispered and looked over at me to gauge my reaction.

I choked on my searing hot coffee and nearly spit it out as I shrieked. "What?"

She cringed and looked at me apologetically. "I couldn't exactly say no to my brother and you know that him and Jace work together just like you and me, so obviously if he's New York, Jace is."

I stared blindly out the windshield and sighed. "Why is he back?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as devoid of all emotion as possible. I knew what his being in the city could entail, but I hoped to hell that I was wrong and he was here for a signing or something.

Isabelle answered warily and gripped the wheel tighter still. "He's here for a movie."

"What movie?"

She flashed me a grim smile and answered in small voice."Chasing A Rock Star."

I let out a hysterical laugh. "That's just perfect. My first major movie and I'm stuck with the man of my nightmares." I looked up towards the sky. "What did I do, God, to deserve such rotten luck?"

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "You're so over-dramatic. It will not be that bad."

"Whatever you say, Izzy." I whispered and doubled over to put my head on my knees. I really couldn't understand why this was happening to me. I mean, I did my best to be a good person, not to Jace, but to everyone else. Did that not count where karma or fate or whatever it was came into play?

I don't know how long I stayed like that, but apparently I missed a lot because the next thing I was aware of was the opening of a door, Isabelle's shriek of happiness, doors opening and closing, and Jace's obnoxious voice emanating from the backseat. The last of which, setting me further on edge.

"Why do you drive around with trash in your car?" He asked and I could already tell where he was going with his statement.

"I don't." Izzy's voice seemed both confused and offended.

"Clary's sitting in here. That's the purest form of trash I know of."

He was close enough that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and I internally screamed at the memories it stirred and grit my teeth. I slowly sat back up and turned around in my seat to get a better look at him. He was sitting there in all his arrogant glory, smirking at me. His golden blonde curls framed his angular face perfectly and his amber eyes were as piercing as they always had been. I'm sure most girls might find him attractive-scratch that, most girls do find him attractive, but I failed to see it anymore. I once did, but that was before the fame took us over. Before we were 'found' or whatever and also before he screwed up my life. No, I failed to see anything except the signature 'I'm-sexy-and-I-know-it' smile that played at his lips. "Well, if it isn't the million dollar man-whore. Where's your little femmebot?" I said as I turned back around and faced the road once again.

It was a publicly known fact that Jace had his fun with women, but lately he had been seen with Kaelie Flowers and on more than one occasion. She was last month's cover for Playboy, so obviously his taste in women had changed to sluts and girls that had the clap because in high school, he wouldn't have been caught dead with a girl like Kaelie.

I heard him laugh sarcastically before retorting. "That's rich coming from you."

My jaw clenched again as I whirled around to face him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He looked at me lazily as if he were bored. "You have a new man-candy flavor every week. You're the walking, talking, and annoying definition of STD."

"Me? What about you? Every time a new edition of US Weekly comes out, I see you on the cover with a new toy on each arm and yet you have the gall to sit there and practically say I'm a slut? Classy." I glared at him with what felt like all the hatred of the world. I really couldn't stand him sometimes. This was apparently one of those special moments.

"So, you admit that you're a slut?" He asked in that cool, suave voice that he knew pissed me off.

"Go to hell, Jace. It's your natural home, isn't it?"

He looked me straight in the eyes. "I don't know, Clary. Yours is on the next corner, right?" He said with a smile. We locked eyes, glaring as heatedly as we could for a few moments, but when Isabelle broke the tension I turned back around in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest.

"So, happy reunion, right? The gang is back together." Her voice was strained and she seemed to be a little hurt which, to me, didn't make any sense since she wasn't even part of whatever just happened between me and Jace, but I let it go, not in the mood for anymore fights.

"Yeah. It's great to be back home." Alec said awkwardly, aiding his sister's attempts of clearing the air.

"Well, I, for one am excited to be in New York again and can't wait to start my new movie. I wonder what girl they cast as my co-star. Hopefully someone attractive." Jace's pompous tone seemed to reverberate off every surface of the car and I swear even the seats and windows cringed at the sound.

I whipped my head around once more and smiled sweetly at him "She's right here, sugar." I punctuated my remark with a wink in his direction and watched with amusement as his facial features darkened and his jaw clenched in what I presumed was anger. I righted myself in my seat again, a smug smile on my lips, and found myself thinking that this little endeavor could actually prove to be fun.

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Chapter one, re edited and ready to be out in the world. I like it a lot better than the original, but I mean I didn't change too much. Anyway, enough about what I think, what do you guys think? Is it any better or is it worse or what? I feel needy about this, I would really like to know if this is worth my time or not y'know? Drop a review, or don't but know it would break my heart, and tell me what you think.

Much love.

~TbandL

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