(Author Note: Hey readers. Sorry for the absence but I am hoping to get caught up on some updates for my stories. I hope that you like this chapter. Thanks! ~Potter-Weasley-Granger1)

Clary's P.O.V.

I honestly can't believe that Jace, Jace Lightwood made me breakfast. And not just a bowl of cereal, like actual breakfast. He also seems to be trying to help me cure my hangover. Why is it that I keep coming back to him? What makes him so special? He acknowledges me for one night and here I am head over heals begging for his attention or something.

I am embarrassed that I had to ask about sleeping with him. Why would I even think that he would consider sleeping with me. I mean, I'm just me Clary Fairchild. I'm nothing special.

I have and never will be anything other than Simon's best friend. I will always love Simon like a brother and care for Izzy like a sister, but to Jace I will always just be a girl that was around in high school. The girl that he was nice to for a couple hours.

As much as I know those statements to be true, I wish with all of my heart that they weren't. If I am truly honest with myself, I think I fell in love with Jace Lightwood in high school. Running away to college was my way of running away from the truth. Now here I am in New York and I am confused. And I don't want to run away again.

I slowly eat the toast and attempt to eat the eggs that Jace expertly prepare for me. I honestly didn't know that Jace could cook. I am surprised, but really, I don't know that much about his life after high school we didn't exactly keep in touch.

I may have been in love with him in high school, but he was such an ass it wasn't too hard to not fawn over him. He had plenty of girls already doing that he didn't need me. Plus, I had other things that I was busy with other than worrying about Jace Lightwood.

After high school I poured myself into my schooling in college. I was hyper focused on becoming an artist. I initially wanted to go to Brooklyn Academy of Art, but I couldn't be in the same city that Jace would possibly be in, sure New York is a large city, but I would inevitably run into him at some point and I couldn't let myself be that girl.

Now here I am a semi-accomplished artist and I am back in New York staying in an apartment that isn't mine and possibly sharing it with Jace. I am unsure of when he is leaving, and I haven't figured out when I am leaving yet either.

I am starting to feel better so maybe I should get up and see what Jace is up to. It doesn't hurt to talk to him, right? There is no harm in that. Last night was the worst that I could be. Drunk Clary is not in control of herself and I will not let myself be that again, especially not around Jace.

I sit up and grab my plate before heading out the door and into the living area. The people that were past out on the furniture earlier are no longer here and I guess that Jace cleaned up because there were liquor bottles everywhere. As I quietly walk around the apartment I look to see if Jace is still here. Maybe he left.

Just as I am thinking that maybe he left for good and I have the apartment to myself the front door opens and in walks Jace with a paper bag full of stuff.

"What do you have there," I ask.

"Oh, I noticed that there wasn't a lot in the pantry or fridge, and I knew you weren't feeling too good, so I left to go to the store while you laid down," replies Jace with a signature Jace smile.

I cannot fall for that smile. No matter how cute he looks or how nice I think his hair looks as it falls over his eyes. Or the way his face gets serious as he is trying to figure out where things go in the pantry.

I turn away to no longer look at him and I go into the living area to watch whatever comes on first. I don't even care it just has to make things less awkward than they already are.

I turn on the television and the first thing that comes on is Step Up All In. I am going to be totally honest. The Step Up movies are my favorites. I was not gifted with the ability to dance and thus have always wanted to be as good as the people that you see in the Step Up movies.

I get comfortable on the couch and get lost in the movie. I don't even notice when Jace sits down next to me. He isn't really close, but I feel like he is shooting lasers at me with his eyes. I feel his stare or maybe I just feel weird being in this apartment alone with him.

I ignore him and go back to the movie. When the movie is nearly over Jace gets up without saying a word and returns to the kitchen. I am not sure what he is doing because he is oddly quiet. The final scene shows, and Andie does a back flip and Sean catches her and they kiss. One of the most amazing scenes I have ever seen. I know that it is just movie magic or whatever, but I still think that it is cool.

The credits start to roll across the screen and the title for whatever is on next is soon to appear, but I talk myself into going into the kitchen and seeing what Jace is up to.

I get to the doorway and Jace is mixing a pot on the stove with one hand while buttering bread with the other.

"What are you doing," I ask.

"uh, I am making some dinner for us," Jace replies without looking over at me.

I just stand there staring at him for a moment before he says, "Would you like to help, or do you just want to stare at me?"

I jump at his voice and without responding I go over and see what I can do. He can't know that I was staring at him. Well not just staring at him but admiring his muscles in his arms and back and maybe the way his butt looks in the jeans he is wearing.

"What can I do," I ask hopeful that he doesn't say anything.

"Go to the fridge and get me the milk," he request.

I turn to go to the fridge, and I return with milk. He turns to me and says, "Would you like to do it?"

I am confused at what he wants me to do so I shrug.

He hands me a spoon and tells me to mix the bowl as he pours milk into it. So, I mix the bowl as he is standing directly behind me and pours milk into the bowl with his arms practically around me.

"Am I doing this right," I ask turning my head to look up at him hopeful that I am not ruining whatever Jace has started to make.

As I turn my head his lips crash into mine and the spoon is no longer in my hands. Instead my hands are on his face. His lips don't leave mine as he attempts to find a place to set the milk. He is unsuccessful and breaks away to set the milk on the counter.

Suddenly confused I go sit in a chair at the table. Jace is standing next to me less than a second later. "Is everything alright Clary," he asks.

I look up at him again. I am still confused. He kissed me, right? I don't remember starting the kiss if it was me. I nod an answer because I don't trust my words. I am unsure of what to say.

Jace kisses me again, but this time lightly almost like our lips don't touch, but the two of us know. His lips go to touch mine again and I pull away.

"Wait, Jace. I am confused. One minute you want nothing to do with me. The next you're getting me drunk and sleeping in the same bed with me. Then you help me cure a hang over and let me sleep all day and now here we are. Your cooking dinner and kissing me. I don't think I understand any of what is going on right now," I say quickly to get everything in before he says anything.

"Listen Clary. I am not too sure of anything right now either. What I do know is that I like being around you and I like being nice to you and I like cooking for you. I also don't hate kissing you, actually I really like kissing you. I want to be honest with you. But even I don't know. This is all new for me. But I really do care for you Clary. Honest," Jace says and I believe him.

(Author Note: Hey readers what did you think? Should Clary trust Jace or should she move on and go back to LA? Will Jace be able to stay with Clary and only Clary? Will Jace get nervous, bail and leave her alone breaking her heart? Comment your thoughts! Thanks! ~Potter-Weasley-Granger1)