"You are not going on date with Jace Wayland!" Jonathon yelled spit unflatteringly flying out of his mouth

"You're right," Clary said running the mascara wand through her lashes one last time "I'm not going on a date with Jace. I'm going to the Drive In with him. We are just going to watch movies and hangout." She smiled at him and she pushed him out of the way so she could get out of the bathroom.

"I don't feel good about this." Jon continued following her to her bedroom

"That's too bad, because he will be here in 5 minutes." Clary stopped in front of her full length mirror to look at her reflection. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a light pink colored top. She had pulled her hair into a high pony tail leaving a few pieces framing her face. She grabbed her cowboy boots from her boot rack that was by her door and trotted down stairs. Butterfly's danced through her stomach as she pulled on her boots one at a time. Though she kept telling herself that this wasn't a date she still felt nervous about the whole ordeal. Jace was the biggest play boy in the whole world and she didn't know how he was going to act.

"Your date is here!" Jocelyn called from the kitchen "Oh I mean Jace is here." She laughed to herself at her joke.

"Goodbye mom." Clary said kissing Jocelyn's cheek

"Be good sweetheart and be home by 1."

"Will do!" she hollered over her shoulder as she grabbed her brown leather purse from the hook by the door

Clary walked out to see Jonathon sternly talking to an uncomfortable looking Jace "…better treat her good or I swear to God I-"

"Whoa Whoa Whoa," she said walking a little faster towards the boys "Down boy," she said to Jon giving his a stern look "I told you earlier. Nothing to worry about. Come on Jace, let's go." She gave Jon a little bit of a push as she walked around Jace's truck to the passenger side.

"I'm sorry about that," she said when the two were in the truck. Clary was surprised by how neat it was. The interior was completely leather without a scratch or a piece of dusk anywhere.

"No need to apologize. I tried to explain to him that it wasn't a date but he wasn't listening and continued with the "You touch my little sister I'm going to kill you speech." Jace chuckled uncomfortably as he pulled out of the drive way. The two sat in slightly awkward silence before Clary broke it.

"Are you excited that school is over?"

"Hell yes," he hollered

"Me too." She laughed at his excitement. "What are you going to do next year?"

"Probably just find some work and continue rodeoing." He said with a shrug, his left hand on the steering wheel in right elbow casually resting on the middle console.

"No college?" she asked glancing over at him.

"No, I'm not exactly what you would call a higher education type of guy."

"You wouldn't even go for the parties and endless girls?" she asked nudging him.

The pair stopped at one of the only stop lights in their small town. "Contrary to popular belief I'm not the party type." He said before turning at look at Clary "and I've got all the girls I need right here in this truck."

Clary blushed an unattractive red color before looking down at her hands. Jace chuckled sensing her embarrassment as the light turned green and the pair continued down the road. After a moment of silence Jace continued the light conversation.

"Do you miss it?"

"Miss what?" Clary replied confused

"Rodeo, I mean it was a big part of your life for a really long time wasn't it?

"Yeah," she said thoughtfully "it was a great time in my life, but it's over now. I mean that was a really long time ago. My dad stopped riding bulls when I was 8 years old and Jon never really got into it."

"Did that bother Luke?"

"That Jon never got into rodeo?" Jace nodded his head "I don't think so. I mean he got really into football, not like that is any safer, but it is paying for his college right now so there's not much anyone can complain about."

"I guess that's true." Jace said as they pulled up to the drive through movies. They stopped the truck at the small building where they paid for their tickets. A young girl that Clary remembered from school sat in booth. "Hey Jace," she cooed when she saw him. "Just one?" she asked batting her fake eyelashes.

"Nope," he said "Two." A confused look flashed across the young girls face before Clary leaned forward in her seat with a small wave. The girl sighed tearing off two tickets and exchanging them for the money that Jace was handing her. "Have fun," she mumbled before closing the window

"Wow," Clary said

"What?"

"That was pathetic."

"Who Lacy? She's harmless."

"She may be harmless but she was drooling before she saw me."

Jace laughed a boisterous laugh that made Clary's stomach flip. "Like I said she's nothing to worry about." He said winking at Clary

Clary smiled softly at his thinking about the way his laugh made her feel as Jace backed the truck so that the bed was facing towards the big screen. He cut the engine before turning to her.

"So usually when I bring girls here I just put blankets in the back But when I do that I usually am on a date and we don't do very much movie watching."

She rolled her eyes at him feeling a little bit disgusted.

"This time though. I packed two lawn chairs that we will set up in the back, with some blankets. It'll be great."

"Alright that sounds like a plan." She said hopping out of the truck.

"You know Clary," he said when they were pulling the camp chairs out of their bags. "we could get rid of these and just go with the blankets and see what happens." He wiggled his eyebrows smirking.

"Jace," she said warningly

"It was worth a shot." He said shrugging and plopping down in his chair

"What movies are playing?" she asked. The air was a brisk for the end of May and she rubbed her arms

"Ummm I think Fate of the Furious and Wonder Woman maybe." He said "Are you cold?" he asked concern lacing his voice.

"I'm good," she said smiling. A small gust of wind blew through the lot causing her to shiver.

"We really need to work on your lying skills." The comment brought back the memory of their moment in the barn. Clary felt the dull ache return back to her chest as she thought about how angry and hurt she was that day. "Here." Jace said pulling Clary out of her thoughts. He handed her his dark green sweatshirt.

"But you're going to get cold." She said without taking it "I'll just grab a blanket from the truck it's really no big deal."

"Take the sweatshirt Clary. Plus I've been told that it's way more comfortable than any blanket."

She sighed defeated. Her senses where over whelmed by the smell of Jace as she pulled on the sweatshirt. "Do you want to go get some popcorn?" Jace asked standing and stretching, his dark blue shirt lifted to reveal his chiseled stomach. Clary felt a blush run through her cheeks as she averted her eyes. "Sure!" she said her mouth drooling at the thought of warm movie theatre popcorn. When she stood, Jace's too big sweatshirt feels past her butt. The sleeves completely engulfed her arms and hands. She looked at Jace helplessly before they both started laughing uncontrollably.

"Come here." Jace said between laughs. He grabbed Clary's right arm clumsily rolling up her sleeve so that her hands were useable- as if she were a child. The pair was no longer laughing as Jace grabbed her other hand and rolled up the sweatshirt. "there you go," he said softly swallowing hard. Neither of the teenagers moved, subconsciously worried to burst the bubble that they had built for themselves.

Clary was the first one to pop it stepping back and clearing her throat. "So how about that popcorn." She said smiling up at Jace

"Sounds like a plan." He hopped off of the tail gait offering Clary his hand.

"Madam," he said attempting a British accent. His think South Carolina accent came through too much though making him sound plain funny.

"Why thank you." Clary said taking his hand and hopping, not so gracefully, off of the tailgate.

They pair broke their connection at the hands and walked side by side to the concession booth.

"Can I please get a Large Coke and a Large popcorn?" he asked the woman behind the counter "and what do you want Clare?" he asked suddenly regretted letting the nickname that her family call her slip.

"I'll get it," she said shaking her head, oblivious to the slip of tongue. Jace's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "No I don't think so. I pride myself in being a gentleman and a gentleman never lets a woman pay."

Clary opened her mouth to object before she was interrupted by the lady behind the counter "Sweetheart if a young man wants to pay for you. Let him pay." She looked between the woman and Jace before sighing in defeat "fine," she said "a pretzel and a medium coke."

"No popcorn?" Jace asked munching on his large bag.

"I'll just munch on yours." She smiled sweetly and winking before grabbing her concessions and heading out the door. She heard him chuckle as they walked back towards the truck. The movie was just beginning to start when the pair got back to the truck, and got snuggled up under one of the blankets that Jace brought. They had moved the chair close together to accommodate the blanket sharing and Clary could feel Jace's leg bump against hers every time he moved.

"Clary," Jace asked after a few minutes of the movie "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," she turned her attention to the blonde

"Who did you think I was at the track meet?"

Clary worried her bottom lip the same dull pain that was now associated with Sebastian's name come back for the second time that night. "Our old ranch hand." She said quietly. Jace looked at her confused questions running through his head. "He left a couple of weeks ago just out of the blue, I thought…" she took a deep breath running her hand through her ponytail "I don't know I thought he was back." Tears started coming up in her eyes.

"He was the one you were crying about the other day too?" Jace asked placing his large hand on hers. Clary didn't say anything, but nodded softly turning her attention back to the racing cars. Jace saw a single tear run down Clary's face. It took everything in Jace not to reach out and wipe it away like he did last time he saw her cry. He had never felt this way about any girl, the need to ensure that nothing ever hurt them. A sort of fear rose up deep inside of him, the idea that he might be falling for her was terrifying.

Clary and Jace walked side by side towards the restrooms on the other side of the parking lot in-between the two movies. Clary had taken on Jace's sweatshirt after getting to hot under the blankets, though she regretted it now.

"What did you think of The Fate of the Furious?" Jace asked avoiding a pair of running children with flashing light toys

"It was pretty good" She said smiling over at him

"Hey!" voices hollered from a truck they were walking by. The two's heads snapped towards the obnoxious voice. Three boys, most likely the same age as Jace and Clary, stumbled into the path that they were walking in. "Jace!" one of them yelled

"Do you know them?" Clary asked stepping closer into Jace's side

"Unfortunately, I rodeo with them." He said softly

"What are you doing here?" the biggest of the three boys asked. He had close shaven brown hair and was about the same size as Jace. "Who is this fine looking thing?" he asked dragging his eyes over Clary's body.

"This is Clary, my boss's daughter." Jace said clenching his hands by his side. The group of boys were obviously extremely intoxicated, the smell of alcohol nearly making Jace's eyes water.

"Oooo atta boy Jace, screwing the bosses daughter." The boy lifted his hand for a high five but lowered it when he saw that it wasn't welcome.

"Oh no!" Clary said quickly "we are just friends." She took a step away from Jace.

"Oh? Well then, I've been looking for a sweet thing like you." The brown haired boy stepped closer to Clary. She tensed feeling bile rise in her throat "I'm Cody by the way." He said slipping his arm around her. The smell of Copenhagen and Alcohol came off of him in waves. Her gaze snapped to Jace who had a look of fury in his eyes.

"Get your hands off of her." He said the tone of his voice putting a sense of fear in Clary. She tried to squirm out of the intoxicated man's grip but his hand only got tighter on her hip.

"She's not your girlfriend Wayland."

"I said get your hands off." Jace pushed Cody back hard causing his grip to fall off of the red headed girl. Clary took 3 steps back, the feeling of his arm still on her. Her eyes burned with unshed tears as her heart pounded.

"What the hell Wayland?" Cody said pushing Jace back with equal force

"Never put your hands on anyone I care about ever again. Do you understand?"

"A girl with a body like that would never want to be with a guy like you. Oh the things I would do to- "he never finished what he was saying, though Clary's imagination filled in the blanks. Jace pulled back his arm, slamming his fist into the side of Cody's face. A slew of words that would have made a sailor blush came from Cody whose face was now bleeding. He punched Jace, though with less force. Clary was glued to her stop unsure of what to do. It was like watching a car accident everything was happening to quickly, she could barely process it. Cody punched Jace is the stomach, forcing him to double over. He punched the blonde again in the nose, blood spewing onto the rocks.

"Is that all you got you son of a bitch?" Cody sneered

With an animalistic roar Jace lunged at Cody pinning him to the ground and began punching him without mercy. The gash on his face, from the bulls horn, had been reopened and was bleeding profusely. Cody's body was beginning to go limp under the blonde boy. Clary heard shouting from the distance.

"Jace," she yelled panicked. He didn't seem to hear her as he continued to punch Cody. She set her hand on his rigid back "Jace, you need to stop." he pulled his arm back preparing for yet another punch. Without thinking Clary grabbed Jace's bicep, causing him to whip around, ready to fight whoever was holding him back. He was breathing hard and blood was smeared across his face. It was nothing though compared to Cody.

"Jace we have to go," she said grabbing his hand and pulling him off of the barely conscious boy.

"Clary," Jace mumbled. She was dragging him as fast as she could back towards the truck. "Jace if they see what you did to him you could go to jail." She said closing the tail gate and pushing the chairs down so that they were laying in the bed and wouldn't blow out.

"Clary." Jace said once again but louder this time. She ignored him trying to gather up the blankets that were still in the back of the bed

"Clary," he said urgently grabbing her arm and turning her to face him. "Are you okay?" he searched her body for any sign of damage his eyes running crazy.

"It doesn't matter," she said shoving his keys in his hand "We have to get out of here."

Honestly this is my favorite chapter so far.

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