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Disclaimer: These characters are not owned by me. They are owned by the creator of TMI, Cassandra Clare.

Chapter six:

Clary POV

After we finished eating at Taki's which was actually very fun. Everyone was laughing and joking around and overall it reminded me of the olden times. We got in the car driving home all the way joking around with each other.

After we got home I straight away went to my room to finish some homework which was given to us and was to be submitted by Monday. I wasn't like a straight-A student who didn't have to study, I had to work hard for it, especially math. Ugh! I just hate math.

Jon and Jace even though were half the time in coaching, had matches or were partying, still got A's in all subjects. They didn't even have to work extremely hard, it just "came to them" like they had replied when I had asked how they could balance both academics and sports equally.

Jon was the captain of the soccer team and Jace was the co-captain. Even with all that they were the smartest people in the whole team, even teachers were proud of them and had no problems with them not being in class sometimes.(*cough* bunking *cough*)

Now back to homework. It took me a few hours to complete all homework except for math, which I always left for the end. I stayed locked in my room for those few hours and even skipped lunch because I shooed Jon away when he came to call me down. Pushing my chair away from the desk I stretched and got up. Deciding to take a small break, I went over to my sketching corner as I called it. It included of just a box for all my shading pencils and other things and my sketchbooks on the side.

Taking my sketchbook I opened up to the page which had the drawing I had wanted to complete for about a week now but always was too busy to do that. I started doing my work, still not knowing what this picture actually meant. You know some times when you're in like a trance, when it's your conscience that has taken over and you have no idea what's going on, that's what was happening to me. I had no idea what I was drawing.

Time passed by while I kept sketching using different shading pencils and sometimes erasing some stuff, etc. I hadn't realized it was the evening when Jace entered my room like he owned it while I was doing the final touches.

Jace came and sat beside me while I ignored him trying to figure out the one thing which felt missing. "What ya' drawing Red?" asked a curious Jace trying to peek into my book over my shoulder. When I finally found out what was to one thing missing and finally finished it after hours of sketching, only then did I finally realize what I drew and it made my eyes go wide. I even felt Jace resting his chin on shoulder taking in my drawing his warm breath fanning my cheek.

"Clare…" Jace softly said circling his arms around my waist hugging me from behind but none of our eyes left the drawing. It was of a girl who had a few bruises and cuts here and there kneeling down; looking as if she had fallen and was struggling to get up, her one hand was holding the floor as if to support her weight while the other was reaching for someone. That someone had his back towards the girl and was surrounded by darkness. You could make out that the person was a man and was leaving the girl walking towards the darkness. , ignoring her cries to not leave her.

This whole image brought tears to my eyes. We both understood the meaning. My father, Valentine, had gotten into a car crash 7 years ago. His car was hit by a truck, driven by a drunk man. The truck hit the car at a very high speed; it went skidding and hit a tree.

My dad had been rushed to the hospital but the doctors had said that they had given up hope because his wounds were just too deep. Being the innocent child I was I ran into the room with my brother and the doctors at my tail. I held my dad's hand and cried to him that he couldn't leave me, but it was of no use. That day was the first time dad hadn't listened to me because I had felt his hand go limp in mine and heard the heart monitor go flat. That was the greatest wound I could bear and the one to console me wasn't my mum or my brother but it was Jace who had hugged me letting me cry into his t-shirt all night.

I hadn't realized I was crying until I tasted the saltiness near in mouth. I felt gentle hands take the sketchbook from my hands and keep it on the bed and was the gently turned. My body shaking and the tears falling uncontrollably by now.

"Clare…" Jace whispered gently. I was sitting on his lap my legs on either side of his waist as if I were straddling him but none of us cared about our position. I was looking down at my hands which rested on my lap shaking when I felt soft hands hold my face and lift it up for my eyes to meet soft gold eyes. His thumb started stroking my cheek wiping the salty tears still falling from eyes.

"He's gone Jace. He left me." With that all that I had in me broke and I started sobbing uncontrollably. Jace pulled me into his chest and my arms circled his neck burying my face into his chest soaking his shirt with my tears. Jace just held my head with one hand stroking my hair while the other was around my waist rocking us back and forth. He didn't mind me crying nor did he mind that my tears were soaking his shirt. He knew that my father's death anniversary was coming in a week and I was extremely emotional during this time.

After about 20 min of crying I finally composed myself. Wiping my tears I pulled away from Jace still sitting on his lap. When I did this Jace's hands came away but still rested on either side of my waist. "I'm sorry" I croaked, my throat dry because of crying. "You're fine." He replied, his voice gentle. "No really Jace, I…" but Jace cut me off by giving my waist a squeeze (in the friendly way) "Clare, seriously, you're good." He said giving me a smile.

I smiled back at him while pulling away completely. I gave him a hand to help him onto the floor. He took it and got off. He then said, "Dinners ready. Jon was calling you down." With that he left. But not before he gave me a kiss on the nose.

I followed him downstairs leaving my math homework and sketchbook in the room. This was something I absolutely loved about Jace, he understood you and never wasted a second to tell you and make you understand that he will always be there for you.

Author's Note: So how was it?! Liked it? Will update soon. Love ya'

Disclaimer: These characters are not owned by me. They are owned by the creator of TMI, Cassandra Clare.