A/N: After posting the first chapter, i was a little too excited to stop writing this story, so here is Chapter 2! Due to end of school, year exam next week, i cannot promise an update but i do plan to write a partner story of this from Jaces' POV. What should i call it though? Please let suggestions and reviews and stuff, i love answering stuff! Thanks - C :)

I almost vomited when the show closed, not because the final act was awful and couldn't hold a melody, but that finally it was time to go backstage and meet the band. My gross teenage girl self was seeming to have the best of me as I walked out of the auditorium, waiting just outside the entrance for some sign.

"Hey, are you that girl that sung on stage?" Someone asked me. I was too out of it to answer, remembering that feeling I got on stage of performing. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Oh god, now I felt like I would vomit everywhere.

"Hello in there! Earth to.. Clary was it?" A slender hand caught my attention as I pressed a hand to my mouth. Conceal it, Clary. Don't let it travelling up your oesophagus and out onto the person in front of you who just happened to be the girl with the inky black hair.

"Yes, sorry." I said, embarrassment an undertone to my nearly sick speech. She smiled at me, letting out a deep breath before answering, "I'm Isabelle."

"Hi, Isabelle. Wait, weren't you the one to perform to Sweet Disposition?" I asked, my love of music speaking for me.

"Yes, do you know the Temper Trap? I thought was the only person in this town who was cultured enough to listen to music from the other side of the world."

"I love the Temper Trap. I work at a little indie back alley music store on the other side of town. I always listen to their stuff when the boss isn't around." I admitted, a little ashamed that my musical interests didn't spread out beyond that.

Before Isabelle and I could continue our conversation of musical interests from around the world, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I would have yelled that I was engaged in an important conversation of urban Australian music and that they were too uncultured to join us if it hadn't have been the one and only lead singer.

"We meet again, Blondie." I said, a little annoyed bout the interruption. He chuckled sightly before replying with, "It seems we do, Clary." Much against the morals of the normal negative self, I was weak at the knees at the thought of him remembering my name. My repressed teenage girl brain was overpowering me, causing me to giggle that his comment and sigh pathetically.

"Would you like to join me and the band backstage?" He asked with no hesitation in his voice. I nodded vigorously and extended a hand to join his. I made an exception for this exchange of human contact that I felt to be disgusting. I mean, his hand was sweaty and gross and stuff but I didn't really care.

"So," he asked as he made our way through the sudden shit storm of screaming teenage girls, trying to grab onto him and calling at him in desperation. Suck it bitches, he's mine. Oh what was that? I thought. I was out of control but I liked it. Hormonal Clary needed to let out of the bag more often.

"So…?" I pondered what he was asking he. I probably didn't want to know. As soon as we finally made it to the backstage door, I shook loose his grip on my hand. 2 minutes of unadulterated human contact was long enough. He looked a little hurt when we parted hands, as if grasping my little hand was enthralling for him. I don't think I will ever understand teenage boys and their obsessions with hands. Like hands are weird and slimy and rough, who would like that?

"I was wondering what you thought of our performance?" I had struggled then and still struggled now to encapsulate my appreciation for their set and the fact it was amazing and wonderful to the highest degree of awesome. I pulled my mouth into a thinking pose and answered truthfully.

"It was incredible, to be frank. I won't bullshit you there." I had forgotten his indulgent speech, preaching his values in musical greatness to the audience, shunning left and right what he hates. That drove me insane and still played on my resent now. "But, keep your dumbass speech to yourself. I'd rather not be brainwashed to pray to the almighty rocks gods of ACDC for one night thanks."

I immediately regretted what I had said as soon as it escaped my unfavourable lips, my honest self was a little too honest and he was taken back by it. He stared me down, a burning anger evident in his eyes. I had pissed him off majorly.

"What?" He spat at me with poison in his voice. He was really pissed off.

"I'm just questioning what gives you the authority to shove your opinions down peoples thought without second guessing yourself?" Stop now, Clary, I thought but I couldn't.

"What makes you think to can speak to me like that?" He growled at me, his hands clenching into fists. All the blood in my body seemed to be flowing to my legs, urging me to take flight rather than fight like I did.

The confrontation between us had gathered a crowd, wearing confused faces. To the left of Blondie, his fellow band mates hung, worry in their eyes.

"Jace, just leave it. Don't lash back." The one with the black emo fringe begged.

"Just leave her, it's not worth it." Another boy with sheet white hair said, trying to pull Jace away from the crowd. Jace ripped his arm off and strode toward me, his chest nearly flush with mine. He stood towering over me, trying to intimidate me with his height but I didn't let that scare me off.

"What make you think that you are so goddamn cultured in music that your word is the only word because it isn't, Jace!" I shouted his name is disgust. He was fuming at me, nearly quivering with anger. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't back down but it was becoming scary. He ground his teeth, trying to hold back from lashing out at me. The crowd that swamped us had back again slightly, out of the range of his fury. My father had once told me to never back down to a fight, his famous last words. I planned to live out his advice and stood my ground. I wasn't planning to let down his father today or any day. I am Clary, and I am strong, I thought, I will not let him get the best of me.

On the point of exploding into chunks of attractive blond rage, Jace began to walk away. I smiled victorious, under the belief that this fight was over and I, indeed, was the champion until he turn back to face my direction. Walked with haste in his pace, he latched a hand onto my face, skirting it along my jawline to finally make a rest for my chin. Angling up my face to meet his, he spoke with vulgarity.

"Just because you sung a few words and won over everyone doesn't mean that you are a freaking know it all that should be worshipped. You are just a bitch with no friends that should crawl up in a hole and die." His words were like knives, piercing through my skin with malice. I felt violated. The fact that he was touching me was awful and I had little control as to not bite his hand. I hoped he would get rabies.

Striking away his lingering hand on my chin, I began to walk away. The spiteful part of me said otherwise, going back for a little revenge. I wasn't going to walk away without dealing some pain myself, I thought. Jace was watching me approach him again, a smirk on his ugly face, standing with his arms crossed over his chest. The arrogant bastard.

With an unlady-like swing to my flimsy arm, I slapped his hard on the right side of the face, a powerful blow to say so myself. Blood rushed to slap-ground-zero as he clutched a hand up to his cheek. Served him right, I thought as I finally left the building, holding back the tears that threatened to escape my eyes.

The cool air of the haunting night was sharp on my tear stained face. I had been right, this whole night was a mistake just waiting to happen. I should have listened to my negative self and let my love of Wi-Fi be empowering. The hollow light of the full moon shone down the surroundings grounds, casting heavy shadows. As I went to throw myself to the dirt in defeat, a familiar buzz sounded in my pocket. Mum, I thought, of all the times to ring.

Nearly letting the phone ring out before answering, I laid down on my back, to look toward the stars for guidance or the Doctor, whatever.

"Hey Clary, darling!" Mum nearly screamed through the speaker, I had to move the phone away from my ear for fear of permanent hearing damage. I can imagine a scenario in the future where I'm sitting peacefully in my house, all alone, with a steaming cup of tea in one hand, and the TV remote in the other. I'm about a new TV series on Netflix when someone runs into my house, panicked. I can see their mouth moving but I can't hear them. They are acting hysteric, madly rushing around, gather up a bag of goods before rushing out the door. I would assume that they are insane and in need of burning clothes that they still have from the 80s, such as their unitards, and continue to watch TV. After a while, I get up to grab some snacks and notice flames licking the sides of the house. Smoke billows into the house rapidly, and I throw myself to the floor, trying to escape the engulfing inferno. In the end, I would perish from the bushfire all because my mother took it to be her job to deafen me from a young age. What a great parenting lesson.

"Do you wish for me to be at an early grave?" I say back, trying not to choke on my words. Stupid Jace and his insults.

"What are you talking about? Oh, is this one of your dark humor things again?"

"Welcome to my realm Sherlock. Now, what do you want?" I'm eager to end the conversation and wallow in self-pity.

"I'm just on my way now to pick you up from the performance night." Oh right, the performance night. The performance night that started out bad and ended up being worse. Thanks for the reminder.

"Okay, then." My voice is wavering. "See you soon." I hang up the call before she can say goodbye. Tossing into the open shadows, I rest back and dell over the night.

Mum embarrassed human kind by dancing to pop music, check.

I misunderstood my love for Wi-Fi, check.

I endured countless poorly articulated performances, check.

Isabelle showed an appreciation to The Temper Trap, check.

I sung with a band for the first time in public, check.

I left my girl teenage brain take power over my body, check.

I argued with a douchebag lead singer over our philosophies, check.

I let him get to me, check.

The list itself was awful, re-accounting the events was worse. Before I could reassess my list of dumb mistakes for the night, the sound of running alert me to the presence of another human life form. It was Isabelle, her ink black hair whipping behind her and her dancer legs driving her forward towards my place on the ground.

"Hey, what are you doing out here on your own?" She asked, slightly puffed from her run. How did she have the stamina to dance yet she couldn't run 30 metres in the freezing cold? Her eyes scanned the area around me that for the present time I will call the epicentre of disgusting emotional meltdown. Bending down to reach my phone, she turned the device on, fiddling with it. After what seemed like five millennia, she handed me back the phone. I look at her equivocally.

"I like you. I put my number in your phone. You should put a passcode on that or something or else someone else will discover your secret love for Wi-Fi." Isabelle said, giggling at the end of the sentence.

"It's no secret that I love Wi-Fi. My mother isn't supportive of our relationship though." I couldn't believe how open I was with Isabelle, I mean, we barely meet half an hour ago and she was in cahoots about my undying love for the Internet.

"Who doesn't love Wi-Fi?" Okay, Isabelle is on my level. "Anyway, what troubles you my friend?"

"Just a blond haired asshole that needs to keep his hands and stupid comments to himself." Isabelle smiled a little as I spoke. Obviously she knew I was talking about Jace.

"Jace doesn't know went to shut up does he? I swear, he will never learn ever after I tell him off on a daily basis." She laughs at the end; her whole body is shaking which is hard to see under her thick jacket.

"What! Is Jace your brother or something?" I held back from saying boyfriend, he seemed like the sketchy ladies man that would never land. Isabelle looked me sharp in the eyes, making the moment awkward as she answered. "No, he and my older brother are just really good friends. I hate his guts too."

Before I could respond with a great and surprisingly witty comeback, a flash of blond was heading toward us. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"Isabelle, there you are. Alec and I were looking for you. We were so wor- look who we have here! Little Clary from earlier." I bared my teeth at him, eyes glaring too. He laughed of my 'little show' as he called it and told Isabelle to go and speak to her older brother I'm guessing who was called Alec.

'What do you want, asshole?" I snarled, anger oblivious in my tone. I wanted him to go away, to leave me alone. He stood his ground, only to walk closer to me. What was his damage?

"I wanted to apologise for earlier, my friends are always saying that I have a bad temper. Sorry for what I said. I just didn't except a lecture on musical interests from a little girl." He patronizingly patted my hair, probably trying to be a comforting gesture, but this only got me angrier.

"Get you hands off me, you creep. What makes you think I want to speak to you?' I was having none of his fake apology. His words still hurt me deep. I thought my front I was putting on would drive him away but instead he grabbed onto my forearms, gathering them up in his chest, pulling the two of us closer together. The almost contact was awkward and gross. I tried to pull away but his vice-like grip on me didn't allow for escape.

"I just wanted to give you this, my love." Slowly, he bent down, moving his face toward mine. Oh god, he was trying to kiss me. He, Jace, the magnificent bastard, was trying to kiss me, Clary, the 'fiery bitch' as he has put it so eloquently only several minutes ago. I began to pull away, turning my face and closing my eyes so I didn't have to watch what happened next.

With little reserve, his lips locked onto mine. I fought against the feeling on his slimy face in such proximity to mine, and the fact he was taking my first kiss without knowledge or permission or the fact that when he detached himself from me that I would be giving him a gift back in return. A bloody knuckle sandwich.

As I fought against his and I's connection, I had a unknown sensation travel through my body, a growing sense that fighting against the kiss was wrong and that I should embrace, well, the embrace. This was the product of letting teenage hormones and teenage girly brain be free to plot against my own will. The fact that I was pulling away from him seemed to mean to him that I was loving our closeness thoroughly and didn't want to stop this moment as he tried to deepen the kiss, pressing his vile tongue against my unwilling bottom lip.

With the power of ending the disgusting kiss, I pushed the lead singer away from him, making him nearly falling on his ass on the ground. He looked puzzled as I huffed, drawing my hand into fists. One knuckle sandwich ready to be delivered.

"Stay away from me." I growled, turning my back on him, walking toward the road in search of my mothers car. She was bond to be here any minute now.

"Clary, I.." Jace said, nearly choking on his words. I was sick of him now. I turned back to face him. He looked beside himself, unsurely why I didn't like our exchange of unwanted saliva. I remind myself to be sure to rinse my mouth out with bleach or something to save myself from getting an infection due to our vile embrace. As I raised my fist to collide with his perfect face, a beam of light shined behind me, indicating that my mother had finally decided to grace our presence.

While I sulked over to the car, I exchanged an "I'm-watching-you" gesture with Jace, hoping he would back off from me. Hope being the operative word in that sentence, I preferred he left this nebula and never returned.

Mum sped off into the night, still dancing to her less than poor quality music as I stared at the stars, wishing that I was a star, so I was alone in space to listen to decent music and feast on food with someone who got me. I didn't want to go back to that school, to have the possibility that I would see Jace in the corridor and he would try and make another move on me. That would make me vomit.

"How was the night? You seemed to be on top of the world earlier or did I read the message wrong…" Mum quickly grabbed her phone from within the centre console, checking her messages. I swiped the phone from her hand, one of my hands resting on the wheel to steer the nearly speeding vehicle from crash.

"Two hands on the wheel and two eyes on the road, mother. I guess the night was okay but it still sucked." I didn't feel like recalling the story of Jace and Me to my mother. I know she would see that as her daughter socialising and there was bound to be cake she would whip up in celebration. Heaven knows how much icing she would put on it.