Yo, I'm not even gonna give an excuse for this being late because you should probably expect it by now. Plus I don't have an update schedule so its usually a surprise when these bad boys appear. Much love to the guest who suggested provided the music suggestion. V much appreciated. Please REVIEW, they make me smile even tho it pains me to smile. For real tho like my head hurts when I smile. I really don't know whats wrong with me. No one's probably reading this long of an authors note at this point so imma throw in some random stuff. Cats are the coolest. I hate wearing colours. My favourite food is potatoes. Peace and blessings.

Chapter 7

After what felt like a million hours of sitting in a leather office chair around a large oval shaped table, the label and I had finally come to an agreement on the theme and depiction of Jace's next album cover. This album he had been working on had a much darker feel than what his fans have come to expect from him, thus his management team were taking extra care to make sure it would be a success.

We, as in myself and Jace's management, (Jace himself didn't really have an opinion on anything other than having myself on board) decided that the main idea would be a silhouette of Jace done in all black and white for the cover, and then I was given pretty much free reign on any other pieces that they would consider for the inside pamphlet thingy and any other promotional purposes they may need graphics for. All in all I was pretty stoked for the project and Jace seemed happy that I was happy. Which was very cute as well. I could actually count all his teeth, that's how big he was smiling. The kid surely had a face cramp after all was said and done. One may have found it rather frightening, but to me it was endearing that he cared about my opinion so much.

"So, now that it is sufficiently past lunch time, I do believe I owe you a meal." Jace began as he led me out of the meeting. With that dang arm once again slug around my shoulders. I was beginning to think I was just the perfect height to make a good armrest to be quite honest.

The thought of food made my stomach rumble in a loud and extremely unfortunate way. Keepin' it classy Clary as per usual.

"I feel as though my stomach just agreed to that proposition for me," while I hastily clutched at my middle trying to squash any further chance of embarrassment.

Jace of course just laughed and pulled me in a little closer to his side.

Totally casual.

As we made our way out of the elevator and through the lobby towards the front door, Jace sighed exasperatedly and his arm dropped from my shoulders.

At first I was confused but when I looked back towards the front entrance I was met with a wall of people and cameras. It was almost as if I had forgotten whose company I was in.

"Shit Jace, what do we do?" I whispered while still gawking at how large a crowd had formed outside of the building.

Jace apparently was already two steps ahead of me and was speaking violently on his cellphone to whoever was on the other line, "How did they know? Doesn't matter just get Bat down here okay?" He then abruptly shoved his phone into his back pocket and grabbed my hand. "Come on, we'll take the back way out."

Although I was kinda concerned with the temper that had abruptly flared out of Jace, I wasn't about to rip my hand away and stalk through a gigantic crowd of crazed tweens, so I followed along begrudgingly obedient.

Along the way through a maze of hallways a large man started following behind us. Not creepy at all.

"Uh Jace, you know bigfoot's behind us right?" I whispered in my most casual, 'I'm about to pee my pants because I'm so scared' voice.

This seemed to take the scowl off his face for a second as he replied, "Yes, that's Bat, the head of my security team." He then turned around and acknowledged the large hulking beast of a dude. "Say hi Bat, this is my friend Clary."

Bat didn't seem like much of a big talker and grunted out something that sounded like 'pleasure'. So I gave him a small wave and made a mental note to never piss him off.

We finally reached the end of the seemingly endless tunnel and Bat shuffled us into a waiting town car.

Jace didn't even look my way when we entered into the vehicle. His attitude had taken a complete 180-degree turn since seeing the paparazzi. I obviously am so foreign to this whole kind of situation and I barely know this version of Jace that I'm not quite sure what to do so I stay quiet. I don't even ask where we are driving.

After what seems like forever, Jace cuts me a sideways glance, his demeanor softening slightly when he sees my wary expression.

"Look, Clare, I'm really sorry but I'm going to have to reschedule this lunch. I have some things that I need to take care of. What's your address?" he asked softly.

After giving it to him he informed the driving and the remainder of the ride to my building was filled with a mildly uncomfortable silence. This was not how I expected the day to go in the least. It simply reconfirmed the fact that the small amount that I knew about Jace in high school was an infinitely greater amount of information that I knew now. Obviously a lot has happened to him and he was at the peak of career, I can't be easy to be the target of everyone's attention and he doesn't seem to be dealing with it all to well. At least that's what I can tell from today. Who knows, maybe he's just having an off day. Who am I to say? I don't even know him. And this discovery hurts me more than I thought it would.

When the car pulls up to my building, I begin to exit, saying a quick goodbye, when Jace's hand abruptly juts across the seat and grabs my wrist, stopping me from pulling myself to a standing position. I'm currently in limbo, half in and half out of the car when Jace says, "Thank you for helping me out Clare. You're it for me right now."

And with that he let me go and I shut the door of the car. It quickly pulled out from the curb and took off down the street, leaving me in utter confusion on the sidewalk.

What does that even mean, what does "you're it" even mean. This is not a game of tag.

It seems my internal dialogue doesn't take a break from being half-witted.

I stumbled up to elevator and into my flat in a daze of confusion. Not an unusual state for me to be in but the person who put me there is really fucking me up extra good.

I half-heartedly answered Magnus' greeting with a wave and 'Hey Maggie' before making my escape to room and flopping into my puffy marshmallow of a bed. As usual I will deal with my problems by checking out from reality and take a nap, where no attractive blond haired boys will hurt my brain with loaded riddles.