Authors Note: Hello! New readers, welcome. I used to do this thing where I would dedicate each chapter to a reader so I think I'll start that again. So, this chapter goes out to Megan Ly for just being super awesome as well as being my first reader. YOU RAWK!

Okay, enough with embarrassing myself. This is another short chapter with a bit of a cliffhanger. Originally I was going to make Clary and Jace reunite in this chapter but thought why the hell not leave a little yearning? Anyway I hope you all enjoy and that if you're on Spring Break right now I hope you're having a grrreat time!

Three

Simon watched the elevator cage close and Clary twitch as she got closer to Jace. He slumped in his shoulders and put his hands in his pockets. Sometimes it just hit him like a freight train; although he wasn't sure what damage a freight could do him now. He was usually okay with being a vampire. He imagined he had accepted it by now, and even though he hadn't thought everything out long term he was pretty confident with who he was. ,iBut maybe everyone else isn't.i

Simon didn't know what to think anymore. Even though Isabelle and Clary and he thought Jace to some extent accepted him, not everyone else did. Maryse just seemed to think of him as a pawn that couldn't be looked over. Simon always seemed to be the pawn. Even when he was little his sister was the priority, which left him to his room with his comics and guitar.

He would have given anything not to be a pawn for once.

Simon brushed his hair down over his forehead, blocking his mark. He still hadn't cut his hair and it had started curling over at his collar bone. He didn't know how Isabelle managed long hair. It seemed to be unruly all the time. Simon felt his phone buzz in his pocket as he crossed West 54th street. He let his feet lead him; he didn't really care where he ended up right now.

"Hello?" Simon shivered as a breeze blew over her, more a habit then actual reaction.

"Hey man." Kyle, or Jordan said breathlessly. It hadn't been that hard for him to adjust to the name change.

"What's up?"

"Nothing.. well I-" Simon heard some giggling in the background, "Well I was thinking you ought to go run some errands or something."

"Errands, huh?" Simon smirked. He could hear Maia whispering.

"Yeah. Errands, they may even take you all night. The earliest you'll probably get back is tomorrow afternoon." Now this bugged him. In these past few months Jordan and Maia and gotten really close. It seemed as though Maia had forgiven Jordan. It wasn't that Jordan and Maia's being together upset him. He thought it was great that Maia had finally accepted Jordan back. That she finally had someone that didn't make her life even worse. What bugged him was not having a place to stay tonight.

Where was he supposed to go anyway? He couldn't go to the apartment, not to the Institute, and he certainly couldn't go home.

"Jordan." Simon groaned. "I get that you want the place to yourself. But where am I supposed to go?" Simon heard some more giggling and sounds of the phone being grabbed back and forth.

"Simon I got to go, thanks for understanding!" He said and then the line went dead.

As soon as the elevator leveled Clary was off. Past Church, down the never-ending corridors and too many doors to count. All that was on her mind was Jace. JaceJaceJace. His name chanted like a song in her head. She let the yearning pass over her. Let the feeling of want and need drive her. All the emotions that she had locked away while Jace had been unconscious released and she felt like she was soaring. She felt all the right things, love, lust, longing. All she wanted was to be wrapped in his arms again, to see his eyes shine. She wanted to push his golden hair back and just cup his face in her hands, let all these days of unspoken words pass between them. She was done with all these cruel tricks, with getting Jace just to lose him in the next moment.

Today was her day to be happy.

The doors to the infirmary were closed when she reached them. Clary didn't know whether to take this as a good or bad sign, but she didn't care. She pushed the double set oak doors apart. Not taking a breath to settle herself. She was as ready as she'd ever be, frazzled hair and all.