Oh hii derr! :) So heres the next chapter to this story and what a pain it was to write. I had to do all the Msn conversations -_- It wasn't easy. It was mainly annoying then anything else. But heyho! That's what I get for doing a story like this lol. I hope you like it! I spent my Easter writing this!

Oh yeah, and this isnt proof read...

Annnnnddd! I always forget to do this!

Disclaimer: None of the characters or books are mine. They all belong to Cassandra Clare.

"Can I use your computer please Clary?" Isabelle Lightwood asked me. I nodded and continued doing my homework. Art was something I never minded doing. In fact, I loved doing art homework. My homework was to draw something that gave you a little bit of inspiration. So I decided to draw Isabelle. She gave me inspiration to draw. With her long black hair and black eyes... It made me want to draw her.

While I was finishing the shading, Isabelle popped her head over the sketch pad to see what I was drawing.

"Hey!" I said. I didn't like people looking at my work. She laughed and stepped back.

"Please can I look at it? From what I caught, it looked good." Isabelle said, smiling at me. I weighted out my options. Would Isabelle be mad that I was drawing her? or would she be happy about it?

I took one last look at the drawing, hoping it wasn't starting to look like Isabelle yet, but it did. I sighed, knowing there was nothing I could do and handed Isabelle the sketch pad.

Her face was full of mixed expressions. Happy and confused.

"Its-its me!" Isabelle stuttered. I bit my lip and looked down at my pencils. I was nervous about what she was going to think. Did she like it? Or did she hate it and was annoyed that I was drawing her?

"Its amazing Clary! I never knew you could draw this good!" Isabelle shouted happily. I looked up shocked, and embarrassed, and then a huge smile escaped from my lips.

"Thank you Izzy." I reached over to Isabelle and took my sketch pad back.

"So what? Do I get to pose or something?" Isabelle said. She was really excited about it. I gave her a funny look and she laughed. I shook my head and continued to draw.

30 minutes later...

"So, what you doing Izzy?" I asked her as I sat next to her on the bed. She was still on the laptop and I just finished drawing.

Isabelle pointed to the screen. On there was a Chat. With someone called Jace.

I tilted my head to the side. Confused.

Was this her brother? or was it step brother? I thought to myself. But then again, It must be easy to find 2 Jace's in New York.

"Its my step brother if your wondering. The look on your face says it all." Isabelle said amused. All I replied was "Oh..."

I looked at the chat and looked at their conversation.

Izzy: How you doing?

Jace: There's no point in me answering that and you know it.

Izzy: Jace, you need to sort yourself out. Your not being you anymore.

Jace: And what does that mean? I'm perfectly fine.

Izzy: No your not. Your something else. Please Jace, look at yourself from an outsider. You've changed from this. Dont let her change you.

Jace. Shut up. Do NOT talk to me about her.

Izzy: See! You've become so defensive over it! Its not you Jace!

Jace: Whatever Isabelle. So, Did school go okay? Your not home so I assumed you'd been chatted up by some guy and they had taken you home.

Izzy: That's you Jace, not me.

Jace: Shut up.

As nosey as I was, I realised that the conversation was to personal and intense for me to be snooping on. So I stopped reading and looked away.

"Hey, take the laptop. I need to go to the toilet." Isabelle said passing me the laptop. I looked at the screen to see the chat still up. Being the nosey person I am I wrote Hi.

Izzy: Hi, This is Clary. I'm Isabelle's friend. So no. She's not with some random guy.

Jace: ... Hi there.

Izzy: You okay?

Jace: I'm peachy what about you?

Izzy: sarcasm right? Let me guess... Your not okay at all. Your near tears and you hate life?

Jace: What are you? Some kind of mind reader?

Izzy: Nope lol. I'm a good guesser.

Jace: Well Clary. I'm starting to like you. You seem like someone who's actually funny and has my sense of humour.

Izzy: I wouldn't say that. I'm actually a very boring person who sits around all day drawing.

Jace: Oh, you draw?

Izzy: Yeah I do. Its just a hobby. I wont make anything from it.

Jace: If your good enough, I think you might.

Izzy: :) Thanks.

Just as I finished that sentence, Isabelle walked back through the door. She picked up the laptop from me and looked at the conversation.

She lifted one eyebrow and had a smirk on her face.

"So, you like Jace then?" Isabelle asked me.

I shook my head in denial. I didn't know the guy, how could I like him?

"A bit of advice Clary, If you ever meet him, Dont fall for him." She said seriously. I saw pain in her eyes. I nodded, not sure what else to do. It wasn't as if I was going to meet him though.

We both looked back at the conversation with Jace.

Jace: Clary, Can I have your Msn email? (IM; Instant messenger)

Izzy: Yeah sure.

I told Jace my email and then me and Isabelle said our goodbyes to him and logged out.

...

Isabelle left shortly after the conversation with Jace. I didn't bother questioning her about it though.

I grabbed my laptop, went downstairs, put on the TV on and sat down on the sofa. I opened my laptop and signed into Msn. (A/N do I need to keep putting IM? I'm English so I use Msn. I know America uses IM or something Lol.)

I saw something pop up from the corner.

Request: JaceWayland(at) live .com (A/N Stupid FanFic. I couldnt use the at button. :( )

I hit accept and searched through my friends till I found Jace.

Clary: Hey Isabelle's step brother :)

I waited 5 minutes till I got a reply. It didn't bother me. I'm sure he had loads of different friends to talk to.

Jace: Hey Art freak ;)

I read his reply and laughed to myself. Shamefully, It was slightly true. I suppose I was an art freak.

Clary: Lol. Thanks so much. *rolls eyes*

Jace: Ah, Sarcasm. How much I love you.

Clary: Wow, you have a problem. Your talking to yourself.

Jace: ;) Very nice my sarcastic friend lol.

Clary: I know right. So, Hows life?

I knew it was a touchy subject for Jace from seeing the conversation he had with Isabelle, but I couldn't help myself.
I had to wait 5 minutes for a reply from him. I then regretted asking him. All I got was a simple Fine. He didn't even ask me.

Clary: What have you been up to today?

I asked him changing the subject quickly.

Jace: I've been in school. The usual. You?

Clary: Same. Except I met Isabelle today. She's so nice.

Jace: L.O.L. She is if you dont get on the wrong side of her. Believe me, I have and wow. I feared for my life. And NEVER eat anything she cooks.

Clary: Noted. Do not get on the wrong side of Isabelle. And what's wrong with her cooking?

Jace: Lets just say... You will end up ill for weeks if you eat it. Just trust me when I say dont eat her food.

I laughed to myself again at the warning Jace was giving me about Isabelle's cooking. It couldn't be that bad could it? Well, I didn't really want to find out.

Clary: So, why did Isabelle move to the school here in Brooklyn?

I was still nosey about it. I definitely wanted to hear his side of the story.

Jace: I dont know.

I bet he did know. I bet he just didn't want to say it was because of him and his ex.

Clary: Okay.

We left the conversation at that. I didn't know whether or not we were going to talk anymore, but for now, it seemed that we clashed to much. We needed to get to know each other more before we could have a decent conversation.

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