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Dream the College Scene
"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before they are left." -Marilyn Monroe

Clary looked away from Jace, trying to ignore his hand. It was snaking up her neck, cupping her cheek in his hand. She wanted so badly to fall into it, to go back to Jace and to be happy again. She looked down at her hands, which were laying in her lap. She focused on them as much as possible, which prove difficult considering the fact that her eyes were tearing up.

"Clary," Jace whispered, his voice cracking. He wanted so badly for her to forgive him. He wanted so badly for her to love him again.

"I..."

...then...

Jace slid into the classroom, shutting the door quietly and turning on the light. He was supposed to be having lunch with Clary, but he told her he would come to lunch a little late. Kaelie said she had something very important to tell him and it had to do with Clary. He normally ignored Kaelie, because he (along with all of his friends) thought she was a slut and a bitch. However, Kaelie never talked to Jace about Clary, so he wanted to see what she was talking about.

"Hey babe," a voice crooned behind him. He didn't jump, but his heart did race faster. If she was here to talk about Clary, why was she talking like she wanted to get with him?

"What do you want, Kaelie?" Jace snapped, turning around.

Kaelie wasn't ugly, but she was no Clary. She had what would be a considerably pretty face if she didn't cake it with makeup everyday. Her hair was long and brown, but there was so much product in it that Jace was convinced it was as hard as a rock. Her clothes were what a hooker would wear; skintight leather jeans that were a size too small, a crop top so small it could be considered a bra, and stilettos that even Isabelle deemed too high. She was, in short, a slut.

Kaelie pouted. "Jacey, that's not way to treat-"

"Save it, slut," Jace snapped. "I didn't come here to be your new boy toy, I don't like you, I can't stomach you. I came here because you said something about Clary and I care about her and I want to know what that is."

She smirked, her lips curling into something uglier than Medusa. "See, babe, if I were to tell you that Clary is, let's say, cheating on you, would you believe me?"

"Not for a second." Jace folded his arms. Why was Kaelie, Seelie's little minion, telling Jace that his girlfriend cheated on her? He ignored the pit in her stomach; this wasn't the first time he heard it. Seelie told him yesterday, and Maureen hinted at it the day before. It wasn't true...

Was it?

Kaelie walked closer to Jace, who in turned, stepped farther away. Kaelie walked closer and closer until he was backed against the wall. He refrained from pushing her away from him; she was a girl and Jace would never physically hurt a girl. As long as she didn't try anything, there wouldn't be a problem.

"Oh, but she is cheating on you," Kaelie cooed, her hand running up his stomach and chest. "I just saw her, she was making out with some boy in the hallway. She looked pretty into it, if you ask me."

"Proof," Jace said, swallowing.

Kaelie dropped her hand from his chest and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, turning it on and opening a photo. Jace's heartbeat quickened as she pushed the picture in his face, a smirk crawling onto her lips.

Jace's heart began to break as he took in the picture. Sure enough, there was Clary, pressed against the lockers by none other then her 'guy best friend', Simon Lewis.

"What the fuck," he murmured, glaring at the picture with a mix of anger and hurt. He trusted her, and she repaid him by doing this? He should've saved all the extra relationship and broken up with her a long time ago.

"Baby, I would never cheat on you," Kaelie mumbled, attaching her overly-glossed lips to his neck. Normally, he would push her off and leave, but he didn't care to anymore. If Clary could cheat on him and get away with it, so could he.

So. Could. He.

"Fuck," he mumbled, as Kaelie sucked on his neck. His hands instinctively went to her hips, pulling her closer to him. Her lips trailed up to his, kissing them fiercely. It felt foreign, and Jace hated it, but at the moment he would do anything to get back at Clary. She hurt him, he hurts her. Eye for an eye.

Kaelie's hands snaked up to his neck and pulled him closer, and he fell more into the kiss, getting used to the foreign feeling and kissing her harder and fiercer. His hands trailed up and down her body, feeling her curves and her cool, exposed skin. Their eyes were closed, so neither of them saw one specific redhead walk into the room. They definitely heard her.

"What the hell!" she shrieked, her eyes taking in the scene before her. She knew that when she got a text from Kaelie that something was up; the girl never texted her. But she didn't think this was happening.

Jace and Kaelie broke away, Jace with a hurt expression on his face and Kaelie with a look of triumph. Kaelie attached herself to Jace's side, snaking her arms around his midsection and pulling him close. Jace wanted to pull away and comfort Clary, but he shook it off. She didn't deserve his pity.

"What the hell!" Clary screamed again, walking further into the room and glaring at the two. "Jace, what the fuck is your problem? Did you forget we're dating?"

Jace scoffed, furious. "You did! How did it feel, having Simon's lips all over yours? You know, the ones that I thought were mine?"

Clary was confused, pissed, and sad. "What are you talking about, Jace? I don't like Simon, how many times do I have to tell you that?"

Jace sneered at her, throwing her off guard. He took a step forward and Clary stepped back, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She wanted to snap.

"Clary, Kaelie just showed me a picture of you and Simon making out as if your lives depended on it. If you wanted to go be with him you should have told me so I could have saved all the time I wasted in our relationship," Jace spat, clenching his fists. He was so mad. She cheated on him and had the nerve to act like she didn't do anything?

"Jace, you're a dumb ass," Clary snarled. "You honestly believe I would cheat on you with Simon? I can guarantee you that picture is fake; you can ask Simon. The last time we kissed was two years ago, before I even began liking you. Get your egotistical head out of your ass and think for once in your life."

Jace faltered. "What?"

Clary laughed dryly. "Oh, Kaelie forgot to mention that information, huh?" Clary backed away, her hand on the door handle. Jace walked forward, this time grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him. Clary fought back, yanking her arm so hard Jace was surprised she didn't pop it from the socket.

"Leave me alone," she snarled, her voice low and emotionless. "Don't fucking touch me, don't fucking talk to me, we're done, Jace. Obviously if you believe Kaelie over me, we have a problem. Go fuck with your little slut, go believe whatever lies she tells you because obviously she's more important to you then I am."

"Clary, that's-"

"Fuck off," she snarled, turning away and walking out of the room.

...

"I...I can't forgive you," Clary whispered.

Jace's hand fell from her face, and she missed the warmth from it. But she knew she needed to prove a point, so she would have to do without his touches.

"W-What?" he stuttered, stepping away from the chair and almost tripping over the coffee table. He told her the truth, why couldn't she forgive him? Did she not believe him? Did she...

Did she not love him?

"Jace," Clary said, standing up. "I-I can't forgive you, you believe Kaelie over everything I was telling you. You believed a picture that was photoshopped, no matter how many times I told you it was fake."

"But Clary," Jace said, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I won't do it again, why can't you believe me? Do you hate me?" He sounded like a kid who was getting yelled at by his parents; heartbroken and terrified.

Clary took a deep breath. "I believe you Jace, but I don't believe anything will change. I don't hate you, okay? I just don't think a relationship is best for us right now."

Jace looked down, biting back the tears that were forming in his eyes. He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't cry, he wouldn't cry. He looked back up at Clary, one tear sliding down his cheek.

Damn.

"Kiss me one more time."

Clary opened her mouth object, but Jace plowed on. "Please, just kiss me one more time and tell me if you love me or not. Kiss me one more time and tell me if you feel anything at all, just tell me if you think we'll have another shot at some point. Please, Clary. If you don't, I'll walk out of your life forever."

She swallowed. At this point, she had nothing to lose. What was one kiss anyway?

She stepped forward, her eyes trailing up his body before landing on his lips, then his nose, and finally, his golden brown eyes. There was so much emotion in them that she couldn't begin to explain them. She hesitantly leaned forward, attaching her lips to his own. He pushed forward, adding more emotion into the kiss.

Clary didn't want to admit it, but she felt something she never felt before. She felt fireworks exploding behind her eyes as she kissed Jace, something she never felt with anyone else. His hands grasped her hips, making her whole body tingle with anticipation. Her hands ran through his hair, something she used to love to do; still loves to do it.

He was the first one to break away, much to her disappointment. Then she remembered what she had to do. She looked into his hopeful eyes, her heart breaking as she said what she had to say.

"I'm sorry Jace," she whispered, removing her hands from his body.

Jace's eyes widened before they closed off with a blank look. Clary's heart shattered; she hated when he went emotionless.

"You seriously felt nothing in that?" he asked, his voice flat and his eyes expressionless. He backed away, almost like he was scared of her.

Clary shook her. "Jace, I'm-"

"No," he snarled, his hand on the door. "No. You're a fucking liar, Clary. You're lying to yourself. No matter what you say, you can't deny what was in that kiss. You know deep in your heart that you want more." He yanked open the door. "Good luck finding someone who will willingly give it to you."

And he was gone.

"Clarissa, I love you, but you're an idiot."

Clary knew calling Isabelle wouldn't help her whatsoever, but she needed to talk to someone she trusted. She didn't want her roommates to worry about her when they obviously had better lives to lead. She definitely couldn't talk to Jace, she burned that bridge badly. Her parents were out of the question; they would just want to come out and help her, and Clary couldn't deal with that embarrassment. That left Jonathan, but when Clary gave him a call, it went to voicemail.

Then there was Isabelle.

Clary groaned, falling back on her bed and staring at the ceiling. "I know that, Isabelle. I just don't know what to do!"

"Forgive him!" Isabelle said, as if it was obvious. "I mean, obviously you love him. Just tell him!"

"I cant," Clary croaked. "I told him I didn't feel anything. Isabelle, you should have seen the look on his face when I told him. I wanted to cry, he looked so dead. He hates me, he won't believe anything I say past this point. I just don't know what to do."

"Isabelle," a voice said, on Isabelle's side of the phone. It sounded...tired?

"Hold on babe, I'll be there in a minute," Isabelle replied, with a giggle. Clary rolled her eyes; of course. Everyone had a significant other except for her.

"Clarissa, I got to go. Give it a couple days, maybe once classes get started you guys will move on, or maybe you guys will realize you need to stop being petty. I don't know, but I have to go. Love ya!" She hung up, not even waiting for Clary's response.

She dropped her phone onto the bed. She rolled onto her side and let the tears fall. She didn't bother to wipe them away, just let them fall down her face as she quietly sobbed to herself.

Little did she know, the boy she loved was doing the very same thing.

[a/n]: ah, this was fun to right. hey, after next chapter, we will be halfway through with the story. amazing! :)
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