Previously:

"Why did you treat me like you did?" I ask, "What made you hate me?"

"I never hated you, Clary."

"What?" I ask, looking up at him, "You teased me, and tortured me for a month and you did it to prove... Who knows what?"

"I wasn't trying to prove anything." Jace says.

"Well that what the hell did you do it for?" I'm sure now my eyes are huge.

"I did it to-" He struggles to find the right words, "I don't know why I did it. I thought that maybe if I played around with you that maybe you would give up on hating me..."

"Well that was a stupid idea!" I let out a dry laugh, throwing my hands in the air.

"I know, and I'm sorry." He looks down at the ground, "Can we just be friends?"

"Jace Wayland is asking me if we can be friends?" I ask, acting shocked.

"Come on Car- Clary." Jace looks at me, getting serious.

"I'll consider if you stop acting like Mr. Perfect." I say.

"I can't help but be Mr.-" I give him a serious look, "-Normal." He corrects himself, "Because once you get to know me, you'll find out that I am not that perfect."

"And I intend to do so." I respond, "And fine."

"Fine what?"

"We can be friends. It will make Jonathan feel at ease." I sigh.

"So your doing this to make Jon feel better?" He asks.

"Yes."

"No you aren't. You love me." He says playfully, tossing me the drawing of him and walking back towards Jonathan's room, "Watch where your going, Fray." I can practically hear him smiling.

"Whatever Wayland." I call back, looking at the picture.

Maybe I won't throw it out after all.

I walk back to my room and grab a thumb-tack.

I quickly hang it up above my small desk, biting my lip.

Am I really friends with Jace Wayland?

Yes. Yes you are.

Do you like it?

I'm scared that everyone is going to hate it

Until Next Time,

xoxo