Okay so I pretty much had no inspiration with this dance. I'm sorry it took so long. I badly wanted to write the next chapter so I did. And can I say that it is my favorite so far. I'll post it like super soon too. I just need to edit it and fix it on the document manger thingy and that takes around thirty minutes. But I felt very emotional writing it.

Also, thanks so much for everything from reviews to favorites to follows. That's my inspiration to continue and write. I know my chapters aren't super long but I really think a lot of you like it. I got pretty much the nicest review ever. They told me that my words flow really well and pretty much I'm a great writer. It made my day. The best part of it is that I know I could write better than this if I wanted to spend a week on each chapter. But I really don't because I want to update for you guys and I get bored like that. But I'm writing my own original story and let me say, it's a lot better than this. But thanks anyways. And I will include Magnus soon. Like very soon. Like maybe this chapter soon. :)

Jace

I didn't know what to except at the End of the Year Dance with Clary. She was nice and all but she didn't really seem like the dancing type. Or the type of people who went to things like this. I wasn't sure if I should go all out for her or just typical Jace. But of course she would look as great as possible for her. Izzy had brought Clary home with her that day so they could get ready together. I thought Izzy hated her but apparently that was another part of her bitch act. So was going to the dance the asshole of all assholes, Carter Wells. And he didn't even have to pretend to be an ass. But Izzy was convinced that the general public needed to see her with someone like that. She hasn't dated anyone at school yet and people need to see her with someone popular like him. I still thought he was the biggest douche known to the end, I decided on a nice white button up and my favorite pair of jeans. I put my hair in jell and smiled. Why was my heart beating so fast? Was I nervous about what would happen with Aline and Clary. Or did I not trust myself with the pretty redhead? Because for the first time in my life I had met a girl that wasn't consumed with herself?

No, I didn't have feelings for her. My dad, my real dad, had taught me to love is to destroy. I realized he was right when the cops took him away from my mom and I for physical abuse.

I ran to Izzy's door. We were already late. Alec was waiting downstairs for us."Izzy, hurry up! I'm hungry and..." I didn't finish before she pushed open the door and cut me off.

"Shut up, loser! We're done!" she opened the door completely now to show off Clary who looked really super hot. She had on a really skinny black dress that made me notice her hips for the first time ever. Her make up brought out everything perfectly from her tree green eye to her perfectly pale skin. She was a knock out. And I was speechless. She wasn't.

"Come on," she grabbed her bag with a pair of converse that she would most likely change into later when Izzy wasn't paying attention, "the sooner I can change into jeans, the better."

It was an awkward ride to the dance. I tried to talk to her but I was pretty sure I was just sounding like an idiot. What was happening to me? No girl had ever made me speechless. And Clary wasn't anywhere close to those girls. Clary wasn't popular. She wasn't ugly of course but I had seen a lot more skin on other girls and I didn't reacted anywhere close to this stupid.

Alec must have noticed it too because the second we walked out of the car he walked up to me.

"You don't really like this girl, right? I mean she's so ordinary," for some strange reason I wanted to punch my brother right then. How could he call Clary ordinary? Because she was, I had to remind myself. God, what was happening to me? I needed to get away from her as soon as possible. I walked as close to her as possible.

"So is your little friend here?" I asked her, hoping for I reason to get away from her.

"Most likely," she said sourly. Oh! Her and ratboy weren't getting along. For some strange reason I was glad. No I wasn't! God I was acting bipolar. I looked back at my sister begging her to take Clary away. Izzy had always been good at understanding me.

"Clary, why don't we go get something to eat," and with that she was gone. Thank the lord. I moved over to the hot slutty girls of the dance where Kailee sat. I had already dated her before and she was always a great dancer. Not great in bed though I thought. Part of the reason I broke up with her. Other than the fact I got bored. She wore a dark blue dress like of her eyes which had a ton of blue eyeshadow smothered all over them. Her blonde hair fell perfectly at her shoulders. She looked like a skank. A very skanky skank. But skanky enough for me.

"Hey Kailee, want to dance?" I asked her. She looked at me surprised and then moved her eyes over to Isabel and Clary.

"What happened to your little redhead girl, Lightwood?" she asked perusing her lips together.

"By calling her my little redhead girl, you're implying that I'm like Charlie Brown. I would never be so steep. I'm more like Johnny Bravo. Last time I checked the girl he falls for is a pretty blonde," I flirted.

"Have you ever seen Johnny Bravo?" she asked.

"Nope," I told her. She started laughing was pretty soon dancing with me. I danced with a lot of girls that night. None of which were Clary Fray. God I was such an ass. Here I was preaching about Isabel going with Carter when I didn't even dance with my date once yet. But I couldn't. I didn't trust myself if I had my hands on her hips. I might have kissed her and who knew what would have happened then. I might have I actually felt something.

I moved away from the dance floor to hang out with Alec and some guy he was talking to. Plus they were by the cheese sticks and those were addicting."Jace!" Alec looked surprise when I walked to them, "this is my friend, Magnus Bane.

"Magnus looked at Alec hurt and shook his head before turning towards me.

"Magnus. No, my parents weren't obsessed with magnets when I was born. They found the name on the Internet," he extended his arm. I took it as I allowed him to shake my hand. We all stood there awkwardly before Alec said something.

"What happened to Clary, Jace?"

"Wait you went with that gorgeous redhead girl over there? And you are over here? You an idiot?" Magnus asked me. I was surprised. I was pretty sure Magnus was gay but maybe he was bisexual. That wouldn't be good for Alec. He got jealous easily.

"Umm...yeah. I better go check on her," I told them and for the first time in the entire dance, I went to go talk to my date. She looked bored as she drank some of the punch. I wonder if she was drinking the spiked one or the punch that was alcohol free. But what caught my eye the most was the boys staring at her. They all look at her like she was cotton candy and only one of them would be lucky enough to eat it. She wouldn't dance with them. She wasn't so stupid. I started walking over to her when Connor Samson finally got the courage to approach her. I stopped.

"Hey Clary!" he said lightly. She hadn't noticed him at first and swallowed her punch wrong. It was kind of embarrassing how much she was coughing. She looked at Conner and carefully placed her cup down.

"You know my name, Conner?" she asked him."Of course. I've always admired your beautiful red hair in history. I used to think you were secretly Emma Stone in disguised. But you're prettier than her," her told her. The worst part of Conner flirting with my date was knowing that he was completely honest and well-intended. Why couldn't it be a douche like Carter so I could knock him in the jaw.

"Thanks Conner," she said placing a hand on his arm. She liked him? But she was here with you didn't really ask her to go with you. And you've pretty much ditched her the entire time I told myself. I was a world class douche bag and I was okay with it.

"Hey umm...Clary...if you're ever free..." that was it. I was not letting anyone ask out my date at the End of the Year Dance. I walked up to them and took Clary's cup. I took a large gulp. Yep, it was clean.

"Hey Clary. Ready to dance?" I asked her. She looked at me surprised then looked at Conner and shook her head. I reached my hand out allowing her to take it. Of course she reluctantly did.

"Bye, Conner. Talk to you later," she stabbed me in the back. I smiled. I had to at least act that Clary didn't matter to me. I grabbed her waist and her my neck. She seemed slightly relieved that this was a slow song. I thought she was a afraid of grinding.

"So someone decided that it was time to talk to his date at the worst possible time, huh?" she said, looking awkward. I looked down at her feet and saw she was wearing her converse. Of course.

"Sorry. Got caught up in stuff. Were you having a good time without me?" I asked her.

"Hmm...I surprisingly wouldn't call it crappy," she said. I must have looked surprised because she laughed at me.

"What did you think I was dependent on your presence to have a good time?" she asked.

"Most people are," the music was loud behind us, "Who is this?" I asked her."Ron Pope. I really like him. I wished I could have flown into Texas to see his concert but my mom thought that was too much just to listen to a guy sing for two hours. She might have been right but I love this song," she yelled over the music. She started mouthing lyrics to the song but never making any sound. She closed her eyes.

"You know when I hear music I get this image in my head of how the song would look on paper," she tells me.

"What does this song look like?"

"Well it's raining and lights are all over the paper. There's this boy and this girl. They are reaching for each other, wanting to be together but they can't. They are being pulled by other hands keeping them from touching. They never can touch," she opens her eyes and looks out into nowhere.

"It sound like you've drawn this song before," I smile at her. She nods her head.

"Can I ask. Who is the man in the drawing?" she looks at me and I realize she is close to tearing up. I didn't know she could cry. She shakes her head as the song ends and we are done with the dance. It is late now, I know that. The last dance pretty much was just me and her.

She starts to walk away from me towards the door and I knew to no longer bring up that subject. I can't let her walk home alone to I run to the door and chase after her. And that was last my last and only cliche dance with Clarissa Fray.