New Chapter!

Some answers are in here that should clear up the last chapter's ending

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Cassandra Clare owns TMI references

A moment passed during which Clary looked at the man in front of her with shock. A million things were swirling around in her head. As soon as she could speak coherently, she was in his face demanding answers. "How the hell do you know my name?"

To Clary's consternation, Jace Wayland smirked at her and tapped his head. "Secrets," as though that was an adequate explanation.

"Not good enough!" she all but shrieked. It wasn't every day a stranger knew her name, but to know her full name? No one- except her mother- called her Clarissa. It wasn't like she went around flaunting such a ridiculous name. And Fray? That's not the sort of thing easily guessed.

Jace looked around and pursed his lips as he saw the number of people watching them as they walked by. "Look, shall we go get that coffee? You're beginning to draw a crowd."

If it was possible, Clary knew steam would be hissing out of her ears, but she knew he was right. She would never discover how this stranger knew her name if they drew too large a crowd and people thought they were having a domestic. He would tell her nothing if that happened. She huffed and glared at him before shoving him with her shoulder as she stalked past. She knew he would follow her. Men like him didn't follow girls like her without a damned good reason. She just hoped it wasn't a creepy stalker-ish reason.

She led him to the nearest coffee shop and dumped her bag at her feet as she sat down. She had chosen a café with outdoor seating and watched with cold eyes as Jace sat down in the chair across from her.

"Talk."

She wanted answers and she would get them. Had he been stalking her? The very thought made her shudder- it was a big city, and who knows how long he had been following her for. Perhaps even before that day on the ferry.

Clary had a startling realisation that maybe she had befriended her stalker that day on the ferry. Had she encouraged his sick obsession?

She was beginning to regret chasing after him now; if he had been stalking her, then was he going to hurt her? She made a promise to herself to never be alone with him without a crowd.

Not that she had any intentions of seeing him again after she got the truth out of him.

"Shall we get a drink first?" he asked, looking around for a waiter. He didn't bother waiting for her response before he was flagging a young girl in a black apron down. The girl- Amy was the name on her badge- smiled timidly at them and asked what they would like. Clary grudgingly asked for water while Jace requested a cappuccino. "You don't drink coffee?" he asked when Amy walked away.

Clary gave him her best death stare and didn't answer him. She was beginning to think she should have got a hot drink- cold water just didn't work the same if she decided to throw her drink in his face.

Pulling herself out of her violent thoughts, she leant forwards and pinned him with a severe look. "We're here getting your blasted coffee. What I drink is of no concern to you. Now tell me how you know my name." Jace sighed and looked around. Clary knew he was stalling so she prompted him further. "Are you stalking me?"

He snorted and shook his head at her words. "Why would I stalk you?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you're sick in the head?" Her words dripped sarcasm.

"I'm not stalking you."

"Then how do you know my name?" Clary countered.

"Lucky guess?" Jace was grinning widely at her and Clary felt her patience running thin.

"Drop the act dumbass. If you don't tell me I'm going to go straight to the cops. I'm sure they will be interested to know how you came by a name that even I don't use."

Jace looked around covertly before leaning forwards and coming up close to her face. "Fine. Can you keep a secret?" Clary rolled her eyes and Jace took this as a cue to continue. "I'm a spy. I need a stunning woman on my arm for a charity ball next week to act as a cover while I break into the Mayor's office and steal secret documents."

Clary thinned her lips disapprovingly and abruptly stood up. "Listen up Asshat. I'm going to go to the police right now. I don't know who you are or why you know my name but I won't tolerate this shit."

From the corner of her eye she could see the waitress approaching their table with a tray but this did not stop her from hissing, "Stay the hell away from me," at Jace before stomping away in anger.

Jace Wayland watched as the fiery red headed girl stormed away from him. He gazed at her ass approvingly as it subtly swung from side to side.

Arousing him was probably the last thing on the girl's mind, but Jace had a thing or two for angry girls. Angry sex was the best he usually had. It was why he was so good at riling girls up. The rewards far outweighed the risks of getting slapped. Sadly though, he hadn't managed to butter Clarrissa Fray up. She had done worse than slap him. She had walked away. They wouldn't be shacking up in his hotel room any time soon.

Still, a guy could hope.

He was still mildly surprised that he could pull this off. Ever since arriving in Idris, he had drastically changed his appearance so as to not be easily recognised. His once light brown hair was now a golden colour that he actually liked better than his natural colour. He had cut his hair close to his head in order to satisfy the look of his next character and it was a far cry from the floppy messy hair-do he usually wore back home in the States.

Just by changing his hair he looked different to the normal him so much so that it worked with most of the people he passed in the street.

The ever hounding paparazzi hadn't been fooled for long though. He had given himself away by having lunch with Jordan Kyle two weeks ago. Jordan was an old friend of his and in Idris doing some small side jobs while waiting for 'Valentine' to start shooting. Jordan was a minor character that had scored the gig after Jace had sweet talked everyone and anyone into securing the part for his close friend.

For his part, Jace was the male lead in the action thriller while Isabelle Lightwood was the female lead. Jace had some trepidation about working with Isabelle. She was rumoured to be bitchy, high maintenance and obsessed with her hair.

At least they had something in common: Jace was obsessed with his hair as well. He wasn't entirely sure what else they had in common, but he was eager to start filming soon in any case. He was normally best known for his romantic comedies and by doing Valentine, Jace hoped that he could take his career in a different direction.

As it was, a lone cameraman had spotted Jordan and then figured out who he was despite his trademark hair gone. The man had taken a picture and since then he had been followed by the paparazzi. He wasn't a big name yet, but he was young, good looking and had a reputation for being a lady's man. He had dated well known actress Aline Penhallow for three years before their split. The details of the split were predictably over exaggerated and made up. His favourite rumour involved an affair with Jennifer Lawrence after the two had been snapped literally walking into each other.

There's nothing like a bruise to the head and a split shopping bag to start a clandestine romance.

The truth was that Aline and he had simply grown apart. Sure he had been devastated- as much as a twenty-two year old guy could be- when she had suggested they go their own ways, but it hadn't taken him long to discover he enjoyed the freedom of being single.

He had lost track of the number of women he had dated since then. He enjoyed women and really, why would he turn down so many good looking ones throwing themselves at him?

This girl, this Clary Fray however had turned him down. He wasn't used to being snubbed like this. It irked him and he found himself intrigued by her. Was she a lesbian to have simply been immune to his charms? She wasn't married and he didn't rule out a boyfriend, but Jace knew a boyfriend did not mean much when he was around.

Call him cocky, but that was the truth as he knew it based on experience.

He had known about the existence of the girl for longer than she knew. He had been catching the ferry on his first day in town in order to see the sights and she had pranced onto the ferry in a light green summer dress with a smile on her face. It was her red hair that had drawn his interest the most and he had gazed at the back of her head as it had subtly nodded back and forth in time to the music coming out of her ear phones.

He imagined walking up to her and talking to her- and back home he would not have hesitated- but here in this strange new city, he wasn't as confident.

She had gotten off the ferry before he had made a move.

The following day, he had caught the ferry out of boredom and to his surprise, the red head had got on at the same stop she had the day before. This time though, she was with a friend and got off five minutes later.

Jace hadn't caught the ferry the following day, or the day after that, but the red headed girl had not been far from his thoughts. Something about her drew him in and it was this very feeling that scared him. Besides from the early days of his relationship with Aline, he had never felt compelled to be near a girl. Usually they flocked to him with very little effort on his part. It didn't matter that he was not a big name Hollywood star just yet. He was an actor and he earnt decent money. That was all the girls needed.

Having to actually to be the one to instigate the contact was something Jace was not familiar with and it was this that made him hesitate every time he had seen her. It had been Tuesday when he had given in. He had been on the ferry after a meeting with his publicist and to his pleasure the red head had also boarded the ferry. She was soaked to the skin and when she sat down next to him he had swallowed a groan at how good she had smelt.

Yes, he had been aroused by the very smell of her.

He had watched out of the corner of his eye as she had wringed her hair out onto the floor. To his amusement, she had been grinning. Most girls he knew freaked out when their hair got wet, yet this girl had seemed to be getting some sort of satisfaction from it. He had understood a second later when he noticed the woman who helped people board was scowling at her. He got the impression the two women did not like each other, or at least the other woman didn't like the red head.

Eventually she had settled back into her seat and began reading, effectively ignoring his very presence. For some reason, this snub was like a kick to the stomach. After so many days watching her and fantasising about talking to her, here she was, sitting next to him.

Ignoring him.

Even though it took all his courage, he had started talking to her. He had wanted to smack himself the moment the words had left his mouth though when he asked her about Michelangelo. He knew nothing about the guy and as soon as he mentioned the Ninja Turtles he started planning his own funeral.

To his shock though, the girl had not seemed to mind his attempt of conversation. Sure, she had looked bewildered when he had started talking to her, but eventually she had started to smile. It was the smile that made Jace realise it wasn't just the girl's smell that aroused him. It was everything else about her as well.

It was a different conversation to anything he had ever had before. Normally the girls giggled a lot and paid him compliments. Normally he threw in words like 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous'. Nothing like that happened in this conversation, although he liked to imagine the widening of her eyes when she looked at him was because she found him good looking. This girl was witty. She was funny and unpredictable.

By the time she had gathered her things to get off, he had made his mind up. He would follow this girl. He ignored the voice in his head that told him it was slightly creepy to follow a girl he had been thinking about so much, but this voice wouldn't get him what he wanted.

He wanted to know this girl more.

As he was standing up, he realised the girl had dropped a piece of paper. It must have slipped out of the book she had been reading. This was all the excuse he needed to follow through with his plan. At the very least, he had a reason to talk to her if she found him out. The paper wasn't much. Just a simple shopping list with the words "condoms" and "toothbrush" written on it. He frowned at the first item in the list. Perhaps she had a boyfriend.

He was the last one to get off the ferry at that particular stop and followed behind her at a safe distance. She seemed to be walking with a spring to her step and he liked to imagine it was because of him.

Call him delusional, but he wanted to be the reason for everything to this girl.

He almost got ran over after crossing a road with a red walk sign but his pursuit did not end. He paused some way down the street as she turned up the stairs to an apartment complex and only after five minutes had passed did he dare to venture closer. He had stared at the list of names coinciding with each apartment with glee. There, the only female name on the list was a Clarissa Fray.

Finally, Jace Wayland had found his leading lady.

Now though, three days since following her, he was back to where he had begun. The girl hadn't appreciated him knowing her full name, and now that he thought about it, it was kind of creepy that he even knew.

The circumstances alone were creepy! He would never tell a soul that he had found out her name by following her.

He hoped the girl didn't go to the police station. He didn't know how he could explain this one without being considered a freakish stalker but it was done now.

He doubted he would succeed in getting her to talk to him again.

"So you're telling me that some guy you met on the ferry knows your full name and you're trying to claim he is stalking you?"

Clary nodded her head at the police officer in front of her. She had gone directly to the police station to make a statement but had been met with nothing but un-interest. "Yes. He knew my full name and my last name. I never introduced myself when we first met and the only way he could know my name is if he is stalking me."

"Right," the officer didn't sound like he thought she was right. In fact, he was looking at her like she was crazy. "And this 'Jace Wayland,'" the officer quoted the name in the air, "just decided to start following you. Has he stolen your underwear as well? Stalkers tend to do that. Would you like me to put down 'theft' as a complaint as well?"

He was mocking her, she realised.

Clary glared at the man. Really, how obnoxious could a police officer be? He was a complete and utter twit and Clary was beginning to fume. "No, he hasn't stolen my underwear and I don't know why he has been following me. Obviously he knows enough about me to know my last name. Why are you not more concerned?"

"Sweetheart, if we took every claim of stalking seriously we would need a much bigger police force. You need to provide me with more proof than just him knowing your last name."

Clary huffed and glared at the officer. "Is that it? You need more proof? So what, if you find my dead body in a ditch somewhere, is that enough proof?"

The officer frowned at her clearly annoyed at her snark. "I will create a file with your complaint, but I will need more before I can act on it. I'm not saying I don't believe you-" despite his words, it sure sounded like he didn't believe her, "-but you must understand I need more before I approach this Wayland." Clary nodded her head in acceptance reluctantly. In a way he made sense, and it pissed her off. "My best advice is to ensure your doors are locked and if you are really concerned, to avoid walking alone at night."

The officer wrote a brief paragraph about her claims before she was unceremoniously shown the door and bid good day. She huffed as she stood outside of the police station. "Jackass," she muttered darkly before stomping off in the direction of her apartment. Jonathon was still dropping by tonight and she needed to get her act together. She was not going to tell her boyfriend about Jace Wayland. Chasing after him was a mistake she was already regretting and she had no intentions of seeing him again.

Jonathon brought flowers with him when he came by that night. They weren't her favourite but the thought still counted. Clary had prepared a roast meal much to his pleasure even though he frowned at the amount of meat she heaped onto her own plate. She tried hard to keep him happy and her chest blew up with pride when he commented on how she was an excellent cook.

After dinner they discussed his departure over a bottle of wine. He was leaving on Wednesday- it was Friday today- and they had made plans to spend the weekend together. They were going shopping to find new clothes for him as he felt he needed a new wardrobe to accompany his new position. Clary would rather they have spent his remaining time in bed, but with a wink and a leer, Jonathon had promised he would keep her in bed for as long as he could.

"I expect you to look after yourself while I am away Clary," he told her as he watched her do the dishes. "I don't want to come home and find that you have lost that pretty little body of yours." Clary didn't turn to face him as she scrubbed a pan but she nodded her head nonetheless. She had worked hard to lose weight for Jonathon and she didn't want the effort to go to waste either. "I also don't want you to go out with your friends when I'm away. Anything could happen and I won't be here to look after you."

Clary frowned and turned to look at him. "I can't go out with Maia? But I'll be bored doing nothing for a whole month Jon. I need to at least see people."

"You see people at University Clary. That should be enough."

Shaking her head slowly she grabbed a tea-towel and began drying her hands. "I won't agree to that," she said softly. "You know I don't go out to clubs but I meet Maia every week for coffee and she is the only friend I have. You cannot expect me to hole up here for a month while you are away. I won't do that."

Jonathon glared at her. His anger at her defiance was clear on his face. "This isn't up for discussion Clary. You know how I worry about you. I just want you safe. I'll call you every night to make sure you are at home."

Huffing in annoyance Clary gave in. She knew Jonathon worried about her- his own sister had been assaulted while going to meet a friend and he was constantly paranoid that Clary would get hurt one day as well. She had long ago given up trying to make him understand that she was a smart girl- she didn't go out at night and she didn't flaunt her body like many other girls- but he didn't get her point of view. And now that he was leaving, she was going to have to sacrifice her own happiness for his.

She would continue to let him believe that she would follow his orders, but nothing would stop her from catching up with Maia. She had lost a lot of friends after she started dating Jonathon and she valued Maia too much to snub her. They only ever caught up on days that she went to University, so she wasn't really defying him by leaving the house, she reasoned.

The conversation was dropped and Jonathon poured himself another glass of wine. She finished washing and drying the dishes ten minutes later after making a promise to herself to not argue with Jonathon again before he left.

It wasn't worth it. She would never win.

"And you're sure this is Jace Wayland?"

"Yes, positive. He's cut his hair off and dyed it, but it's definitely him."

"And the girl?"

"We don't know. Call her unnamed."

"Pretty thing isn't she? Oh Mister Wayland. You really are a ladies man."

"So you will print it?"

"Damn right I will. I want him to be your main priority."

"What about Lightwood?"

"I'll get Lewis to follow her. Focus on Wayland. I have a feeling things are going to heat up soon."

The balding photographer smiled wickedly.

He had finally hit the jackpot.

Long chapter!

Any thoughts on Jace? (I hope it wasn't too confusing to read what with the past and the present intermingling.)