AN: Hey guys I am soooo sorry I haven't updated in a while! School just started so I don't have that much time to write. Ugh I love school but hate it at the same moment! Well I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Jace POV

I don't know why I kissed Clary. I had no plans on doing it or making her madder at me, but my body needed to feel her lips on mine. I couldn't help myself. Now I am on top of Clary and kissing her. She isn't responding to it, but it doesn't matter as long as I get to feel her lips. Not even a minute later I am being yanked off her and that ungrateful Thomas is on top of me punching me. I hear Clary yell stop and the next thing I know is that Clary is kneeling down next to me.

Her face looks like pure fury. She bends over and whispers in my ear. "If you do anything like that again I won't tell Thomas to stop. Did you think I would come crawling back to you? I left for a reason and that reason is because you obviously don't love me or ever did. I'm in love and happy and don't you dare disturb that. You hear me? You disgust me." Her voice sounded like pure ice. I had never heard Clary like that and I'm afraid I will be hearing it a lot now. She kicked me in the ribs before going back to Thomas's side. He wrapped an arm around her small waist.

They started walking farther into the Institute probably expecting me to follow. I got up slowly wincing from the pain. By the Angel Thomas was strong. While we walked through the maze like corridors we passed that June girl. She was beautiful, but I could see the way Clary protected her. She was wearing short running shorts and a sports bra. She had a dagger attached to her elastic of her shorts. As she passed me she gave me such a glare that she could compete with Isabelle.

After what seemed like hours we finally made it to Rae's office. It was in the sitting room. It was nice and homey. I sat down in one of the chairs in front of her desk. Thomas and Clary seemed to like sitting on the couch better. Clary was curled up leaning up against him whispering things that would make him laugh and then he would do the same.

Rae turned towards me, "please state your name, age, and home." She said like she had said it a hundred times before.

"My name is Jace Lightwood Wayland Morgenstern Herondale, 18 years old, from the New York Institute." As soon as I said that Rae's mouth nearly dropped to the floor , but not in awe like some people did. It was in pure hatred and surprise.

"Clar- Clary?" She said with a shaky voice. "Is he the one? The one that took you for granted?" Her voice no longer shaky, but filled with anger. Did Clary tell this whole bloody Institute about what I did? Oh god was what I did that bad? Probably worse than I thought, but she was more in love than I was.

Clary finally snapped out of the daze she was having and looked at Rae. The look in her eyes was so sad and terrible. Was what I had done to her that terrible? Did she really hate me now? She looked at Rae and said just barely over a whisper "Yes Rae he is the one." Her voice was choked up with tears. She buried her face in Thomas's shoulder and quietly sobbed. Rae then just sat there for a moment probably pondering what she should do to me.

After what seemed like hours Clary finally stopped crying when Rae had finally come up with something to do with me. "Well we can't kick him out so we will have to show him a room and wait until I can figure something else out." Clary sighed. She had probably come to the same conclusion. Clary slowly began to get up with a little help from Thomas. She grabbed his had like her life would crumble if he wasn't there with her. I looked at them sadly as I got up. I used to be the one that she loved endlessly, but I had ruined that.

She then turned to me. "Would you like to sleep outside or are you going to follow us?" her voice filled with anger. Realized I had been just standing there like a statue. I then started walking behind them as they walked through the empty corridors. We finally make it to a hallway of rooms that looks occupied. As I pass by one I can hear quiet music playing. I don't recognize the song, but I'm guessing that is June's room. We pass by another and I can hear someone walking towards the door. It opens and boy's head pops out. He looks tired. His facial structure also looks a lot like June's. They probably are siblings.

We walk for a couple of minutes until we reach a door that looks just like all the others. "Here is your room. We have dinner at 6 o'clock. Don't be late if you want to eat." She then turns on her heels with Thomas still latched onto her as she walks to the door right across from mine and opens it only to come back out moments later with her sketch pad. She continues down the corridor toward the training room.

I walk into my room which looks like it used to belong to someone not that long ago. I look around at my surroundings. I see some crumbled up pieces of paper in a corner and a shirt that suspiciously looks like Clary's size. I pick up a piece of paper and unravel it. When I open it I see a beautiful picture of San Francisco. It looks like Clary drew it which is weird because I saw her walk into the room across from me. Maybe she moved rooms? I don't know yet, but I will find out why this room still has some belongings of Clary's.

I have been sitting in my room for hours with nothing to do. I don't want to leave because I don't want to see the rest of the Institutes cold stares. I decided that staring at the celling was a much safer idea. So for hours I sit there wondering why Clary's belongings are in here. Maybe she liked to hand out in here because it was empty and quiet. Maybe her and Thomas would come in here, but I quickly erase that idea from my mind because it is too painful and disgusting to think of. I pray that she isn't actually in love with that poor excuse for a man. How could she fall in love with a dumb Californian? What does she see in him? I sit there for hours thinking of all the things she sees in him and not me.

When 6 o'clock rolls around I get up and make my way down to the dining room. As I enter I notice that Clary and Thomas aren't sitting, but standing and calmly talking to Rae. As I get closer I can hear their conversation. "Hey Rae I was wondering if Clary and I could go out and eat in Marin County tonight? I know this Portuguese place that is to die for." Thomas asked Rae. I was wondering where in hell was Marin County, but I soon remembered that it was right across the bridge because I had looked for Clary in their San Rafael Institute.

I came back to reality when I heard Rae answer. "Of course you can just don't stay out late and be safe. Don't forget to bring some form of protection. I stiffened at that until I realized she was talking about weapons. Thomas thanked her and with Clary by his side they left.

Dinner was as awkward as I suspected. June didn't bother to turn up so it was me and the rest of the Institute which consisted of her brother who was actually her twin and her mother. No one talked and by guessing the way Ben looked at me he had been told who I was. I didn't eat much because I didn't have much of an appetite now that Clary was gone. I was so fed up with the stares that I just got up and left.

I sat in my room for hours waiting for Clary to return to her room so I could finally talk to her without Thomas ending up beating me up. Around 12 o' clock I heard quiet laughing and heavy breathing. I guessed they had either just ran or they had been kissing. I open my door to see Thomas leaning over Clary and kissing her gently before deepening the kiss. I stood there waiting for him to finally leave, but after they had broken apart they had leaned in again and her kissing more passionately now and Clary's had was fumbling for the door knob. Her small hand had finally found and she opened the door. She and Thomas had basically fallen in and they fell onto the bed kissing furiously and lovingly. When they finally realized they needed to breathe Thomas got up and closed the door.

That is when realization hit me. This was Clary's room, bit she moved. She moved into Thomas's room. She and Thomas lived in the same room. And at that moment I could hear my heart shatter into a million pieces. She didn't love me anymore.

Hey what do you guys think of June? I want to make her more important in this Fanfic. CAN I GET 6 REVIEWS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER? (I am starting to do this because I think this will motivate me to write more.)