**Jace Talks to His Readers**Okay, I lied. I don't cry. That was more of a bribe - an emotional lure to get you to continue to listen to my glorious thoughts.

Normal people file a report to the police when a loved one goes missing; because normal citizens believe that a few documents stuffed in a manila folder, later to be placed under a stack of Registered Sex Offenders, is going to help track down the individual - wrong. I'm above the police, I'm Jace fucking Wayland. Besides, my golden eyes of perfection are far more shiny than some NYPD badge.

I scoured all the coffee houses and art galleries that Clary liked, but to no avail of catching a glimpse of her scarlet hair. I even tried Pandemonium, the nightclub where we first met, but of course, the place wasn't active because mundanes are in school-

Wait.

Could Clary have gone back to mundane school to escape the Shadowhunter world and her responsibilities? What better way to avoid mention of Nephilim than subject yourself to an environment where they are not known to exist.

Well, I'm afraid someone is getting an early dismissal.

I made my way to Sixth Avenue and West 45th, where Upper West High was situated. I had never been in a human school before, only the Institute where a pencil was a Steele and our grades were measured in death numbers. So, I should be able to handle chemistry no problem, right?

I glamoured myself and snuck through the front door, to avoid getting caught by a chubby Asian lady who resembles Ms. Swan working at the front desk, and then I made my way to the main hallway, or should I say, highway from hell.

Now, let me tell you, I've braced myself before demons, merciless creatures, and have used numerous knives to slice their heads clean off their necks, but no amount of hardcore Shadowhunter training could have prepared me for entering high school:

These kids are fucking insane.

Instantly, I was immersed into a crowd of strikingly similar people - boys and girls wearing Hollister and Abercrombie attire that showcased their abs or their boobs. Three girls, all of them wearing jean booty shorts that screamed "I want your dick but these shorts are so tight that it won't fit" strolled past me and eyed me with that flirtatious look, you know, the one that corresponds with Selena Gomez's, "Come & Get It"?

NANANANA NANANANA. Okay, enough Jace - this is why you need to stop listening to mundane radio.

I pushed my way through the cluster people and veered into a branch of the hall, this one was less crowded.

And that's when I saw her. Clarissa Fray. Her amber hair tied in a loose ponytail, with a navy canvas backpack slung over her right shoulder. She was at her locker, her face bent down over a slim spiral notebook in intense focus. I made sure I still had my balls, and I started walking her way.

"Clary?", I hesitantly addressed her.

Her eyes flickered up from her notes and her irises swelled when they registered my profile.

"What the hell are you doing here, Jace?", She snapped as she tossed the notebook into her locker and slammed it with unnecessary force.

"Clary, just listen", I said as I gently pressed my hand against her back, and started walking with her quickly down the corridor.

"I am no longer a part of you, or your world, Jace. Just… leave me alone".

"It's in your blood, Clary", I said, turning her towards me.

"You can't just pretend it doesn't exist. Pretend what we had… what we shared never happened. It happened. And it's still present", by this time the alarm had sounded, and all the other students had reported to their next class.

"What is?", she demanded.

"This", and I pushed her against the row of lockers and embraced her lips with mine. The desire, the longing of wanting her pulsed through my veins in a way that can only be described as unhuman. I groped for her hands, and slowly guided them around my neck. My hands found her hips and I leaned more forcibly against her as the space beneath are bodies closed, and we fell into the familiar dance of our rekindled love.

I opened my eyes, and soaked in the site of her beautiful face. Those bold brown eyes staring anxiously up at mine, he lips parted in surprise.

"Did you miss me?", I asked.

She smiled, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you".