(A/N- Thank you all for the reviews, follows and favs! This story is turning out better than I expected! Sorry this is getting out later than expected, but I don't have my iPod, and I have had a lot of homework. Well, anyways, this chapter is going to be the Clace date! Remember, Jace likes Clary, but Clary still hates him. Or does she?)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything mentioned in here, since I may or may not use some other fandom references. (;

Clary POV

The entire car ride with Jace is a little awkward. He is silent, but keeps looking over at me, smiling. We pull up to the place we are supposed to have dinner. It is supposed to be the nicest place in New York City, called Oranjee. (heheh) I heard it's based off of a place in Amsterdam.

"Jace, how are we supposed to afford this place? It's one of the nicest places in New York, and most expensive." I ask him

"Don't worry, Izzy said she would pay for the whole thing. Her parents are filthy rich, and they are hardly ever home, so it doesn't matter to them." He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. " It's not like either one of us can afford a side salad here. Iz gave me her card for the night." He parks the car, and gets out, running over to my door to open it.

"I can open my own door, Jace. You don't have to pretend to like me, just because Izzy set us up." I tell him. "Why did you owe her, anyway? That's why she said you agreed." The moment I ask this, the color drains from his face.

"Oh, uh, she helped me with something a while we both prefer to keep secret." Did his voice just get higher, or is it just me?

"That's fine, I won't pry. Now, lets get this night over with." Jace's shoulders slouch a little, like that is not what he wanted to hear, he quickly recovers, and sticks his elbow out toward me. I take it reluctantly, and we walk up to the front door.

"Do you have reservations?" The waitress asks when we come in.

"Yes, they said table for 2, private room 3." Jace tells the waitress with his signature smirk. She winks and grabs 2 menus.

"You are right here," The waitress motions to the book she had. "Mr. and Mrs. Herondale?" She winks at Jace. "I don't see any rings." She turns around, heading toward our table.

"We aren't married, hardly dating." I scoff.

"Oh, well in that case, here is my number, Blondie." She rips a piece of paper off of her notebook. "You can call me Kaelie." Jace looks a little uncomfortable, I thought he would be used to girls hitting on him.

"She said hardly dating. We haven't been a couple for long. Right, baby?" He grabs my hand and gives me a pleading look. I catch on that he doesn't want anything to do with her.

"Oh yeah, that is what I meant. I said hardly because we haven't been dating for too long. Who knows about our future? I may end up hating him by he end of tonight." I try to say this as believable as possible, but send a pointed look at Jace at that last part.

"Right," Kaelie says. "Still keep my number though. Like your girlfriend said, you guys might hate each other by the end of the night. I will be here if you need comforting." She winks at him, then turns to the table we were in front of. "Well, here is your table. Your waitress should be here soon." She turns around, swaying her hips as she went.

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We sat in awkward silence, looking over our menus. After about 10 minutes of this silence, our waitress finally comes to our table.

"Hello, my name is Tessa, and I will be your waitress today. What would you like today?" The waitress, Tessa, asks.

Jace responds first. "I would like the steak, medium rare, with a baked potato and a side salad. Also a water with lemon to drink." He smiles at her, and hands her his menu. She just nods and looks at me.

"I would like the chef salad, with ranch dressing, and a blackberry ice tea to drink. Oh, and can we get the cheese platter as an appetizer?" I hand her my menu.

"Sure can, I will be right back with your drinks and the cheese platter." She smiles, walking back to get our orders in. I grab a pen from my purse, and start a doodle on a spare piece of paper. I draw a picture of my room, thinking about how much I would rather be there.

"Clary." Jace interrupts my drawing. I look up at him. "Thank you for saving me from that flirty waitress. Some people I know have dated her and said she was just a nightmare. I rather not try and hook up with nightmares." He smiles at me, and I'm tempted to laugh. I just huff a little and go back to my drawing. He rudely interrupts again. "Listen , Clary. I know you don't want to be here, I know how you feel, but maybe we should try to talk, so this isn't the worst night of our lives? I mean, we are in one of the nicest places ever, and we are sitting here doing practically doing nothing." I assume he just doesn't want that waitress trying to flirt with him again, so I decide to talk.

"You're right. Might as well take advantage of being in this super nice place, even if I am with an idiotic jock." I give him a sweet (read as fake) smile. "What do you want to talk about, Goldilocks?"

"I guess I really want to apologize for that sketchbook incident, since I think that is why you hate me so much. I don't really want to hate you since you seem like a really cool girl that I want to get to know better." He smiles what looks like a really genuine smile at me. Wow, he must really mean this apology, I only see this smile if he is with Alec or my brother, laughing with them. I think to myself. I guess I have to talk to him now.

"Yeah, that is pretty much why I hate you. It's hard for me to forgive people, and I'm good at holding I will try and forgive you, at least it's worth a shot. Just don't tell Izzy, she will take it to mean more than I will just try and not completely hate you." I give him a little smile, and he smiles back.

"I know what you mean, she's crazy about all that romance stuff. I won't tell her, because as of right now, you still hate me." Jace almost looks disappointed as he says that last part.

"If you are decent, I may just not completely hate you anymore." I joke. "But seriously, this might be fun." He laughs a little, and looks like he is about to say something, but Tessa is back with our drinks and cheese.

"Here are these, and the appetizer. Your dinners should be ready in the next fifteen minutes." She sets our food and drinks down, smiles, then walks away. I look at her, and, as always, think about what it would be like to draw her. My hand starts moving on the paper, outlining her form. I slowly draw her hair, swishing slightly, and then something, or someone, interrupts me.

"Earth to Clarissa." Jace says, waving his hand in front of m face. "Do you always zone out when you draw?" I give him a look, then look down at my drawing, realizing how good it was turning out.

"Yeah, pretty much. There have also been times when I don't even know what I'm drawing." My mind flashes to the drawing I did earlier of him and I holding hands.

"That's actually a really cool talent. One time I played an entire game of football without my contacts in. I still helped them win the game." He laughs a little and I actually think about how perfect a model he would be for a drawing. His golden hair falling just perfectly into his golden eyes. His already golden face lighting up when he laughs. The only flaw I could really see was that little chip in his front tooth, but that hardly mattered. I may not like him, but you can't deny how handsome he is. "Wow, Little Red, I know I am hot, but you don't have to stare at me." Jace snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Wow, Goldilocks, I know I am small with red hair, but I thought you were going to stop it with the nicknames." I tell him. Almost instantly, his face looks sorrowful, like he actually didn't mean to call me that, and I feel bad that I snapped at him.

"Sorry, Clary. I didn't mean to call you that. It is just a force of habit, really. I probably shouldn't have accused you of staring at me, either." Who is this person, and what has he done with that cocky jock that I know and hate?! I have never seen this side of Jace, no with my brother and Alec, not with girls that he is trying to get, and certainly not with me. What has changed Jace's mind? No, I tell myself. He is just acting like this for tonight, he hates me.

"Well, I won't deny staring at you. I was looking at you from an artist's outlook, not the person that hates you's outlook." I smile, and we both laugh at this. "You are acting different tonight, I almost don't hate you anymore." I tell him this just so he doesn't get a big head over me staring at him.

"Ah, yes, you are used to the me that hates you, and will play every girl. Maybe that Jace isn't the real me. Maybe I never hated you." Did he just say that?! Does he really feel that way?! Is he just trying to play me like every girl, like he just admitted to?! But no, he has that genuine smile again. My hands get a little clammy, and my heart is beating harder. Jace has always hated me, right? Even if he hasn't, I hate him, right?

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Jace POV

Did she just say she was staring at me, and didn't really hate me anymore?! All of a sudden, I don't know what is happening, but words that I have been wanting to say forever are spilling gout of my mouth.

"Ah, yes, you are used to the me that hates you," that me was a lie, "and will play every girl." Every girl but you. "Maybe that Jace isn't the real me." Truth. "Maybe I never hated you." There, the words are out. Not exactly what I wanted to say, but close enough. 'You are my dream girl' would've been more correct, but my feeling are mostly out now. I look at her, and she is blushing, and avoiding eye contact. What is she thinking?! Did I reveal too much?! Crap, crap, CRAP! I guess I will just have to wait and see.

She looks up at me, her mouth slightly parted. "Jace, I.." Just then Tessa comes with our dinners, interrupting Clary.

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(A/N- I am sorry! Not really, I have read enough cliff hangers that I am glad to give you guys one! I hope you don't hate me too much! Jace has finally told Clary that he hasn't really hated her all these years! What is she going to say?! I guess you are just going to have to wait and find out! I feel extremely evil! ~TessaGraceHerondale)