I'm back with chapter 3! I'm so sorry for the long wait! I made it extra long this time to make up for it! Even added a little bit of Clace smut. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own TMI, all credit goes to Cassandra Clare. The following is just an adaption of her original characters.

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Clarissa! CLARISSA! Get over here you ungrateful bitch!" Valentine's voice fills my head. I'm stumbling down a dark corridor. Come on Clary, you know how to do this, just put one foot in front of the other. I can see the light of my bedroom but every time I come close to reaching it, the light seems to move further and further away. Come back…

"Why are you running away from me Clarissa?! I"M CALLING YOU"

He's right behind me, I can feel the floor boards shifting under his weight. Suddenly, he's upon me and I feel my body lurching backwards. A sharp stinging flares up across my cheek as his hand connects with my cheek.

"I specifically told you to pick up garbage bags on your trip to the grocery store! Were you not listening? Your mind was probably else where thinking about the next boy you plan to screw. Was that it? Hmm? Are you whoring around with someone on the compound? Hey! *Smack* Look to me when I'm speaking to you!" !

I'm trying to respond to tell him, to tell him he never told me but my mouth can't seem to formulate sentences. 'Please stop' I think, staring up at him in frozen fear. My vision is fuzzy but I can see the outline of his face perfectly.

"Do you even hear what I'm saying? Do I need to have a doctor examine your hearing?" He bellows, slamming my head into the wall. "How about now?You hear me now!?" I'm struggling to spit out my sentence but for some reason I just can't reply.

"You never said anything about garbage bags" I finally manage through the haze. It only infuriates him further, I squeeze my eyes shut in fear as his fits comes crashing down against my ribcage repeatedly.

-End of Flashback-

Clary awoke with a jolt, sitting straight up in her bed. It's just a dream. Its just…a dream. Glancing over at her alarm clock she noticed it was only 5:30 AM. She still had and hour and a half before the alarm would start blaring but she was too shook up from the nightmare to go back to sleep. Standing up and sliding her feet along the cool tile, she decided to take a nice long hot shower.

After a good 45 minute soak under the scalding water she was finally awake enough to face the rest of the day. Wrapping a towel around her body and another around her head, turban style, she stepped out into her bedroom and tip toed across the freezing tiles to her closet. Looking in the mirror she caught sight of herself in the long full length mirror at the center of the room. Black and blue marks trailed along her hips and up her back where a large ugly purple bruise covered most of her shoulder. It wasn't just a dream. Moving her dripping curls aside she noticed another mark tainting her porcelain skin just above her right eyebrow. It looked worse than it actually felt. Some makeup and concealer would be able to completely cover it.

Turning from the mirror she noticed for the first time all that Leveanna had purchased. It was as if she had bought the entire Neiman Marcus store and had it shipped to her closet. Waltzing over to the drawers she opened all of them, one by one, curiously skimming over the expensive fabrics. The selections were overwhelming and not long after, she found herself sitting in the center of the room on the floor with her head in her knees, panicking over what to wear for her first day. It was then that she noticed the note stuck on her accessories counter.

Clary,

Stop stressing over something to wear, I already have something hanging in your closet. ;) Go on and put it on, and don't you dare even think about switching the booties out for those wretched combat boots of yours! Walk confidently and your head held high with the knowledge that you look fabulous!

xox -Leveanna

She smiled to herself, Leveanna always did think of everything. Jumping up from the floor, she ran over to the clothes rack, examining the outfit. Her bright emerald eyes lit up as they blazed over the ensemble. It consisted of a black Armani leather mini skirt and a charcoal chunky knit pull over sweater with a cream button down underneath, paired with black tights and black and grey heeled booties. A necklace and black diamond earrings had been set aside on the counter as well. The fit lifted her mood considerably. Checking the time she noticed that there was only 30 minutes before she had to be leaving for school. Clary quickly applied a little bit of makeup, making sure to take extra time on the ugly bruise, then began on her hair. She shook her damp locks out of the towel, running a blow dryer through them before styling them into soft crimson curls with the curling iron. Unsurprisingly, the anti-frizz serum worked really well, taming her wild, unmanageable mane.

While clasping the charcoal chain necklace and fixing the crisp collar that popped out of her sweater, a knock sounded at her door followed by "Miss Fray the car is waiting"

"Just a minute!" she replied, slipping on the bracelets and grabbing her wool coat. Taking one last glance in the mirror she admired the first day look Leveanna had picked out for her. The woman had skill.

"Miss Fray we really must be on our way" Markus called out impatiently. Clary scowled, slipping her schoolbag over her shoulder before opening the door and heading out to the car.

The car ride over was fairly quiet with the exception of a few words exchanged between Markus and Landon. She had been pretty calm, fixing her lipstick and just watching as the trees flew by. It wasn't until they were just around the block from the school that she started feeling on edge. 'Maybe I should have slipped on my combat boots instead' she thought nervously to herself as they pulled into the parking lot. It was barely 8:00 and already a large group of students were gathering out front.

-Please go around back, please go around back, please go around back.-

'Dammit' She smacked her palm against her forehead lightly as they parked right in the very front. Landon jumped out of the passenger seat, coming around to Clary's side and opening the door. "Thank you" she murmured as he helped her out. Walking across the quad she noticed that almost every single person had dropped what they were doing and turned their attention to the new girl being escorted into the building. -Great, it's my first day and already I have the entire school's attention- she thought to herself. "Walk confidently with your head held high" Leveanna's encouragement swirled around in her head.

She had been doing fine, ignoring the stares and obvious whispers floating around as they passed by; however, a certain flash of blonde hair caught her attention. Turning her head, she noticed it was none other than Safeway golden boy himself. He was leaning against a large oak tree, with a bored, disinterested expression plastered across his face. Even like this, he was still every bit as mesmerizing. He was wearing a dark grey v-neck that stretched across his muscular torso and black skinny jeans that showed off his long toned legs. A few other kids hung around in a group carrying on their own conversations. To his left was the pretty girl from the parking lot. She was talking to another guy around her age with dark brown hair and glasses.

On his right, a girl with way too much makeup on and a dress that left absolutely nothing up to the imagination, was desperately trying to get his attention. "Jaceeyy! Are you even listening to me?!" she heard the girl whine. Clary wrinkled her face at the girls obnoxious tone. Ew are you kidding me? Turning her head, she focused on the double doors ahead of her, praying for the day to go by without too much of a struggle.

Jace's POV

Aline had been hanging on my shoulder all morning and usually it wouldn't bother me, but for some reason today it seemed even more annoying than usual. "Jaceyyy! Are you listening to me?!" Aline whined. I winced slightly as her screechy voice filled my ears.

"God, Aline, just get the fuck off me" I spat, annoyed at her. He had started the day off in a bad mood and it only seemed to be getting worse. If he had only known how annoying she would be, he would have never taken her up on her offer behind the bleachers. But then again, she was a good fuck, so he dealt with the clinginess. She stomped her foot, looking as if she were going to argue before something else caught her attention. It was if all her rage had been suddenly redirected to another poor unsuspecting soul. I turned, following her gaze across the quad to what she was glaring at.

It was her, the girl, the one from the grocery mart. Her steps had purpose, her stride confident without looking snobbish. The red-haired beauty possessed an air of poise and elegance that no girl her age, or any age for that matter, could have. She had managed to capture the entire student body's attention, including Jace's, by simply walking past them. For a brief moment, his cloudy day had brightened. He frowned slightly as the two men from last night followed close behind her. She was probably just some spoiled rich kid.

"Who the fuck is that?" Aline scoffed, folding her arms across her chest and turning back towards the group.

"Shut up Aline, did you see her bag?! That's from the new Hermès collection! It's not even available yet! Eeeeek! There is a God! And he loves me! Finally someone with actually style in this godforsaken town!" Isabelle cried out, falling to her knees and flailing her arms about wildly. I rolled my eyes at her dramatic display with a chuckle.

"Isabelle Lightwood. Please report to the office immediately." the school secretary's voice filled the PA system.

She perked up, hearing her name. "My chance" she breathed, scrambling up on her feet, grabbing her bag, kissing Simon on the cheek, and running off towards the office.

Clary's POV

"Here is your class schedule and locker number as well as a map of the school. A student has been assigned to show you around for your first day, she'll be here shortly." the elderly women said to her with a smile. She was a little too cheery. It threw her off. She took the schedule and map, looking it over at the counter while Landon and Markus sat in the waiting room chairs. They both tensed as someone threw open the office doors, and strutted in.

"You called?" the person sang, leaning over the counter. It was the girl from the parking garage, the one with the sex god. Clary stifled a giggle at her entrance, moving over so the girl could have room to talk to the secretary.

"Ah! here she is," the secretary addressed me. "Isabelle, this is Clarissa Fray, she just moved here from New York. You'll be showing her around. Alright?"

"Oh, um, it's just Clary actually" Clary interrupted

"No probs Ms. Hendricks." the girl replied, looping her arm around Clary's and leading her out. "Come on newbie, I'll show you around, but you have to promise to tell me how you got that bag." Isabelle said, steering her out of the office and out the doors. Landon and Markus stood and followed the two out.

"So are the monkeys in suits going to be following us around all day?" Isabelle asked bluntly, as they walked down the hallway, earning a laugh from Clary.

"Oh God I hope not…but knowing my father, they might" I replied realizing they were still behind us. She simply shrugged her shoulders unfazed.

"It's alright, makes you look pretty badass actually. I mean of all the days I didn't bring my camera, today would be the day! The reactions from some of the kids as you walked by. Priceless!" she shook her head, laughing.

They walked through the school really quickly actually. It wasn't that big of a campus and Izzy was a pretty fast talker so they still had a few minutes to stop by their lockers and grab their books before the first bell.

"Okay, well that's where all of your classes will be and pretty much the whole school. We don't have any morning classes together but thankfully we are in a lot of the same afternoon classes. I'll meet you here at lunch and show you the cafeteria. Alright gotta go,see you at lunch Clary!" the girl waved before running in the opposite direction towards her class. "OH! And call me Izzy!" she shouted before disappearing around the corner.

When Clary turned back around, Markus and Landon both stood side by side next to her locker. As if they were guarding some deep secret. "Okay, look.. this whole 'you both following me around all day' isn't going to work." she said, putting her hands on her hips to show she meant business.

"I'm sorry Miss Fray but, we have orders. We are to stay here and protect you" Landon replied in a monotonous tone.

"Oh come on" she wined, hopping up and down slightly. "Can't you just wait in the car or something..I will never blend in here with the secret service flanking me at every turn. And plus, people might get suspicious as to who I am. What if this gets on you know who's radar..Valentine won't be to happy then I'm sure." She said, folding her arms across her chest.

After a few minutes of debate and two calls to Valentine she had successfully negotiated that Landon and Markus would drop her off in the mornings and return exactly at 3:15 PM to pick her up.

When she had finally gotten them to leave, the second bell had already rang and she was a few minutes late to her first class. "Crap" she said to herself, taking off in the opposite direction to the room Isabelle had pointed out to her.

As she walked through the door of Chemistry almost every pair of eyes were glued to her. "Ahh, Miss Fray, please do come in. You must be the new student." the teacher, Mr. Roth greeted warmly; not even taking notice to how late she was. Clary smiled politely, nodding her head to his question. "You'll be partnered with Jace Heronalde for this semester. He's just over there, here is your assignment."

"Thanks" she replied, taking the paper and walking over to where her lab partner sat. Jace. He was golden boy. She smiled to herself, the name fit perfectly. He was every bit as perfect and flawless as the first time she saw him. It momentarily stunned her.

"I know I'm good looking, but you could at least try not to drool" he grumbled as she took her seat. The smile faded instantly, replaced by a growing scowl. Well someone's grumpy. Rolling her eyes, she pulled out her notebook and turned towards the teacher who had just began his lecture.

"I guess we should be working together on this. Wouldn't want you falling behind on your first day" he said as they neared the end of class.

"It's alright, I'm already finished." she said blankly. "But thanks for the offer." He stared at her a bit stunned; not sure whether she was serious or joking. With a smirk Clary stood and walked to the front, handing in her finished work. "And for the record," she said, leaning across his desk to look him in the eye. "you're not that good looking, so please get over yourself." she said in an annoyed tone. It was a total lie but she couldn't think of anything else to bash him with.

During the coarse of her little outburst she hadn't realized how close their faces had gotten. Shivers ran up and down her spine; the good kind. She had just insulted him, so why did she have this intense desire to bring his face down to hers and kiss him? She could have sworn he felt it too. He looked like he was about to say something but then the bell rang, giving her the perfect opportunity to make a dramatic exit. Shoving away from the desk, she gathered her things and slung her bag over her shoulder, walking out of the class without another word.

Her next few classes were uneventful and filled with lots of lectures, notes, and the occasional smart-ass comment made by someone in the class. She had just left her American Lit class and was heading towards her locker when someone came up behind her and linked their arms. Isabelle. a smile spread across her face. "Hey Isabelle" Clary laughed turning to see the girl smiling next to her.

"Oh god, no. Call me Izzy, or Iz." she laughed leading them towards the cafeteria. "How'd your first few classes go? Did anyone bother you?" she asked before throwing open the double doors and stalking towards a table off to the side of the room by the windows. She really had a thing about making an entrance. It was a wonder she never managed to hit anyone. Clary had to walk faster in order to keep up with the tall girls quick stride.

"They were alright. My lab partner in Chem is such a pain in the ass." they both laughed as they neared the table. Her smile faltered, morphing into an annoyed expression. Of course Jace would be there, they were obviously close. How could she have forgotten?

"Izzy, it's about time you got here!" the guy with brown hair and glasses said. He ran over, taking her by the waist and leaving a kiss on her cheek.

"Hey Simon, I was showing Clary around. Oh, everyone!" she said, addressing those at the table "This is Clary, she's new, be nice." with that Isabelle and Simon dashed out of the room. Yeah, thanks for the introductions Iz!

Turning around she looked at all around the table. A boy with dark hair and blue eyes sat in the back talking privately to another boy around their age with dark hair and glittery eye liner. Next to them was two girls, both caked in makeup and clothed in skimpy dresses. She recognized one of them as the girl who had been whining all over Jace that morning. A carmel skinned girl with dark brown locks was seated next to them looking up at her smiling. And then there was Jace in all his brooding glory. "Um..hi" she said awkwardly, not knowing what to do exactly.

"Hi, I'm Maia" the pretty girl with smooth carmel skin greeted, patting the open seat next to her. "Sorry about Isabelle, she's a bit oblivious to social courtesy at times."

"It's alright" Clary laughed shakily, dropping her bag at her feet and taking a seat next to Maia. Jace glanced up at her once, before returning his attention back to his phone.

"So your dad must be pretty important than huh? I mean..judging from the security escort you had this morning." Maia questioned. It was an innocent enough question, but it had Clary panicking. What exactly was she supposed to say to something like that?

"Oh not really…just a little over protective I guess" she smiled, trying to laugh it off. Maia shrugged her shoulders, dropping the matter. The next few minutes went by awkwardly as everyone ate quietly and tended to their own conversations.

"That's a nice bag Clarissa…I almost couldn't tell it was a fake." the dark haired asian girl sneered, breaking the awkward silence. She was practically sitting in Jace's lap and he didn't even seem to notice. Actually, he didn't seem to care about anything really. He was obviously a self-absorbed ass, so why did it bother her so much?

"Shut the fuck up Aline" Maia jumped to Clary's defense. Rolling her eyes, Aline returned back to her salad. "Just saying" she muttered.

"It's um not a fake actually…my dad gave it to me when he got back from Paris last month. He's good friends with the designer." Clary replied, feeling the need to point out that tiny little detail. When the bell rang, Clary couldn't have been happier! Grabbing her bag she quickly stood and began walking towards the door. "Bye Clary, it was nice meeting you!" Maia called from the table, you should come hang out with us later after school" she offered. Clary looked back, nodding in response "I'll think about it" she said before entering into the masses of people crowding to get out of the lunch room and into their next class.

-Time lapse-

Isabelle wasn't lying when she said they had a few classes together after lunch. They had ALL of their afternoon classes together. Usually someone like Izzy wasn't the type of person Clary liked to hang out with but for some reason the spunky girl had already become an instant best friend. Looking down at her schedule she realized that her next class was Art! Yes! Finally something I'm good at! she remarked to herself. "I gotta go put my books away but I'll see you in art, okay?"

"Yeah no problem, see you there" she replied as Izzy bolted off to her locker.

As soon as she walked into the art room she knew this was going to be her favorite class. The art class was located on the second level and had floor to ceiling windows covering an entire half of the room. Stools and easel's had been set up in a big circle at the center of the room. Student's had started filing in, dropping off their bags, grabbing an apron and supplies, then sitting at a stool.

"Hi there, you must be Clarissa! I am Ms. Fairchild" a cheery voice sounded behind her. Clary smiled looking up to the woman. Yep, definitely her favorite class. The teacher had her jet black hair, chopsticked into a messy bun by a paintbrush and sketching pencil. A swath of violet paint was smeared across her left cheek. The apron she adorned was covered in an assortment of blue, cream, and green, paints. "Here is your apron, and you are going to be sitting over there by the window" Ms. Fairchild said, pointing her to an unoccupied easel.

"That's me, and it's just Clary" she smiled before taking her apron and walking over to her station. She excitedly ran her fingers over the brushes and different pallets assigned to her for the day. Dropping her bag, Clary gathered up her mess of curls into a bun and stabbed a pencil through them. Slipping the new apron over her head, she sat down and stared at the blank canvas, formulating a picture in her mind to paint.

She must have been deep in thought because she didn't even realize that someone had plopped down next to her. "Hellooo, earth to Clary" Isabelle sang.

"Oh, hey Iz" Clary laughed turning in her seat. The girls chatted a bit before the teacher clapped her hands to get the classes attention.

"Alright everyone! Today you are going to be partnered up with someone and drawing a portrait of them!" she smiled handing out sheets of paper with the partners list. Before the sheet got to her, Jace was walking over to her, dropping his bag at her feet. "Looks like we're partners again" he said dully.

"Oh..cool…do you want to go first?" she offered. He looked at her like she was crazy.

"I think we just do it at the same time.." he replied looking at her like she was a moron.

"Oh" was all she said, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. "Right." looking around at the other students, she had noticed people were turning their desks so they could look at their partners, and be and drawn at the same time. "..Right"

They drew in silence for the next 20 minutes. Four times she had erased sections of his face and replaced them with similar lines. She just couldn't get the angle on his cheekbones and eyes right. Being the perfectionist that she was, Clary hated having even the smallest mistakes.

"You okay over there Red?" Jace broke the silence as she once again took the eraser to her canvas. "If you're having trouble with the assignment, you could always just make a stick figure" he scoffed while continuing to draw. "I'm sure Ms. Fairchild won't mind."

Her face hardened as he mocked her, "No I'm fine. Just having trouble fitting all of your arrogance on here." she replied, clearly annoyed. He chuckled from behind his own canvas.

"Alright class, time is up" Ms. Fairchild spoke up half an hour later, asking for everyone to turn in their work.

Clary had been concentrating so hard that she didn't even hear Jace stand up and come around behind her. "Come on Red, times up" he said "Ms. Fairchild wants- woah" he breathed, leaning over her shoulder to get closer look at the piece. It was almost an exact replica of Jace except in this one he had a large set of majestic wings protruding from his back.

Clary turned her head "Do you..like it? I'm not quite finished but-" she started, biting her lip and starting to worry about what he thought about it.

"Its…you're…it's really good" he said, staring at the portrait. It was the first time he had said something to her without the usual sarcastic remarks. She stared up at him as he gazed at her work, wondering what he thought.

"Really good!? Are you kidding? DAAAYYUUMM Clary! You're amazing" Isabelle gushed, coming up next to them and shoving Jace out of the way.

"Thanks" she said quietly. Taking it off the clip, she took it up to Ms. Fairchild and received a much similar reaction from her. When she returned back to grab her stuff Isabelle and Jace had disappeared. Looking up at the clock she noticed it was already 3:05, she only had 10 minutes! Cleaning up her area and hanging her apron up, she grabbed her coat and bag, rushing out of the class and down the empty hallway.

Reaching her locker, she flung it open, throwing all of her books into her bag and slamming it shut. Turning around, she was about to run out to the parking lot when she collided with a tall, muscular, body. "Oof" she gasped as he caught her in his arms. "Jace..we've um..gotta stop meeting like this" Clary stuttered as he stepped closer, leaning his head down a bit and staring into her large emerald eyes. Her heart rate picked up rapidly at his closeness.

"Why did you give me wings" he whispered. Tilting her head in confusion she tried to figure out what in the world he was talking about. "The picture, Clary, why did you give me wings?" he demanded, calling her by her name. He was so close now, so close that she could feel his breath on her skin

"Oh" she said remembering the wings she had added onto the drawing at the last minute in Art. "I don't…I don't know, they just seemed to.." she started, looking down at her feet.

"they just seemed to what" he asked again, his voice softening as he placed a hand underneath her chin and bringing her gaze back up to his.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. It was a wonder he couldn't hear it. "They just seemed to fit" she breathed, looking up into his golden eyes. they stared at each other for what seemed like forever before she shook her head and pushed him away from her. He didn't budge. "W-wait…wait no… You ignore me and act like a jerk all day and then all of a sudden you're sweet and caring and and and… and all over me?!" the anger of how he practically dismissed her all day starting to rise in her chest.

"Oh come on Red, you can't really be that mad now can you" he murmured, leaning in closer and caressing the side of her face. Her pulse jumped as his breath tickled her neck. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the locker.

"Just because you're pretty doesn't..doesn't mean you can get whatever you want" she replied shakily, the walls of her defense starting to break down.

"I can be …very…persuasive when I want to be" he rumbled, running his nose along her neck, sending all kinds of sensations tingling down her body "Forgive me.." he whispered. Clary was close to giving in, so close to grabbing his face and closing the distance between their lips. To running her fingers through his golden locks. To giving in to all the dirty thoughts racing through her brain. If only she could stop the time and-

Time.

Shit!

Her eyes fluttered open, looking down at her watch. 3:20. shit shit shit! Breaking away, she looked up at him with wide eyes "I-I have to go" Clary said hurriedly, moving away from him and bolting down the hallway. "I have to go."

"Clary?" she heard him say before shoving the doors open and disappearing into the throng of students.

Now outside in the fresh air, she stopped a second, leaning against the railing. Jace almost kissed her. She almost let him..Jace… almost kissed her! A smile spread across her lips as moved about the crowd.

Glancing up from the railing she noticed the two black SUV's parked in between a jet black Tesla with dark tinted guys stood in black suits guarding the middle car and observing the school. Valentine. Guess he wanted to pick her up on her first day of school. Crap. Thankfully, he had enough sense to park enough to the side as to not draw any attention from the school.

Clary knew he had spotted her the second she had stepped through the double doors. Landon and Markus ran up to her as she approached the sidewalk. "You're late." one of them said quietly.

"I know..I'm sorry, had to stay behind for a few minutes to talk to my art teacher." she replied quickly. As they neared the car, Landon opened the car door and Valentine stepped out. Looking down at her expectantly. "You're late. I said 3:15." he said coldly.

"Hello father.." she replied quietly, turning her gaze down to the ground, letting her hair fall around her face like a curtain. He grabbed her chin, jerking her face up.

"You're late." he repeated, inspecting her face with a hard glare

"I-I'm sorry, the art teacher wanted to discuss some things about the semester before I left" she said, on the verge of tears.

"Don't make a scene, just get in the car" he snapped, shoving her into the car.

Her heart beat thrummed inside of her chest as the car door shut behind her. "I said 3:15." he repeated.

Leaning against the window, tears fell silently down her cheek as they pulled out of the parking lot. The last thing she saw was the look of concern on Jace's face as they passed by. Had he seen? Oh please no.

Tonight was not going to be any fun.

Jace's POV

Jace's head was pounding as he opened the doors and stepped out of the hallway, scanning the crowd for Clary. She had looked so scared when she ran off. The first person he saw was Isabelle and Maia, standing on top of a school bench looking out at something on the other side of the parking lot. "Jace!" she cried hopping off the bench. "Have you seen these guys?! I think they're secret service, or or FBI or something! Come here! Look!" she shouted excitedly.

He rolled his eyes, following her line of sight to the caravan of men in black SUVs and a long tesla between them.The fuck? When the door of the black tesla opened and a middle aged man stepped out Jace could have sworn that they had met or he had seen his face somewhere. he watched in confusion as Clary emerged from the back of the school, walking up to the man with her body guards from that morning. She looked terrified. Hell the girl was shaking!

"I knew there was something going on with her!" Maia shouted

"Calm down Maia, he's probably just really rich and paranoid" Isabelle replied as the two looked away from the cars and down at some new shoes Izzy had purchased the other day.

Jace's face hardened as the man grabbed Clary's chin and yanked her face up to him, it looked like she was about to cry. He clenched his fists as the man threw her into the car. Whats this guys problem? Paranoid? More like overbearing son of a bitch. "Jace?…Jace are you okay? Hey…Jace?" Isabelle interrupted his thoughts.

"Hm?" he replied, looking away and realizing how angry he must have looked.

"you uh..looked a bit upset there for a minute." she said hesitantly.

"I'm fine, come on we should go, mom and dad will be back from work soon." He said loosening his fists and shoving his backpack over his shoulder. She nodded, grabbing her bag and following Jace as they walked to his car. He looked up as the three cars drove out of the parking lot, wondering if Clary could see him through the blackened windows.

Ta Daa! Well that is the end of chapter 3, sorry if it was a little lame. I know I didn't reveal much about SD-13 or why Clary is so special. I'm still working out a few details. I know I wrote Jace kinda as an ass but he'll soften up eventually. Before I leave you, I have a few questions that I really hope you'll give some feedback:

1. How would you guys feel about Jace, Izzy, and Alec's parents being a part of SD-13?
2. Do you guys like reading about Clary at highschool? Or would you rather like to read about her outside of school?

Thanks for reading! Until next time ;)