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Dear Guest: It's supposed to be Katie. I haven't gotten to Kaelie, yet but she'll be in there ;)

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"Izzy?" Jace asked. "Hey."

He felt a nervous flutter in his stomach. Isabelle wasn't dumb, and it wasn't hard to connect the dots for what he'd done.

"Look, I really hate to push this on you," her voice wavered, "but did you take Clary's sketchbook?"

He couldn't lie. If anything, he would need Isabelle's help for distracting Clary.

He exhaled loudly. "Yeah, yeah I did."

"Jace!" she cried loudly. "You idiot! Have you even seen her lately?"

"Yes, Iz, yes I have. Look, I've been meaning to give it back, but –"

"Why did you even take it in the first place?" she growled, and Jace felt himself growing tense. He needed Isabelle, and lying was going to get him nowhere.

"Because I wanted to see if there was any works I could show to an exhibit."

Isabelle was silent over the line.

Jace hadn't even talked this out with himself, but he felt sure that Clary could get in. She was talented, really talented. He'd watched her draw that boy, and even though she grumbled about his lips, there was nothing wrong with them. It was flawless.

So it had been his plan to look through her sketchbook, find three works, and try to submit them.

"For yourself?"

"What?" Jace asked. "How would that even work?"

Isabelle sighed. "Right, stupid question."

Jace took in a breath. "Iz, I need your help."

"What can I do?"

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So, that's how Isabelle got to Clary's house. She was almost squealing with excitement, the fact that Jace was way better than Sebastian, and clearly like her, too.

"Makeover, now," she snapped, dragging Clary to her bedroom. She forced her to sit on her bed, and plopped her make up bag down beside it.

"Why?" Clary asked, drawling out the y. "It's Wednesday night, there's no reason for this."

Isabelle sighed, opening the blush. "Because, I have a surprise for you."

She made a three with the blush, highlighting her cheekbones. She then pulled out gold eye shadow, sweeping it across her eyelids quickly. Taking the eyeliner, she mercilessly swept it across Clary's eyelid, and put on mascara.

"Lip-gloss," Isabelle ordered, handing it to Clary, watching her sweep it across her lips.

She then yanked her hair, sweeping it up into a sock bun.

Isabelle then began throwing clothes left and right, before deciding on a dress with a tight white top, and a knee length waterfall skirt.

Clary slipped it on, her mindset changing to Izzy's, quick, but pretty. A pair of flats clattered to the floor next to her, and she slipped them on.

"All right," Isabelle huffed. "Jace!"

Clary groaned internally. Jace was a nice boy, yeah, but what didn't Isabelle understand about going solo for a couple months?

He walked in, smiling at her. "Dinner for two," he smiled, looping his elbow through hers, and walking through the two story house.

He was wearing a white button down shirt with black slacks and a red tie.

"By Jon!" Isabelle called, slamming the door shut behind the three.

She motioned to Jace with her head, signaling him to move with her. Jace held up a finger to Clary, leaving her all alone in the fall air.

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Jace dug it out from underneath his bed, handing it to Isabelle. She sighed with relief before starting to climb out the window.

All I need now are a couple of her canvases, he mused to himself.

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Isabelle's feet touched the ground, tightly clutching the sketchbook. There were a couple of ways she could do this. Hiding it wouldn't do any good, because why would a sketchbook be placed randomly and no one pick it up?

She waited until Jace's car passed before slipping out into the open. She'd been smart enough to wear her athletic clothes, the school being a couple of miles away with no way of getting there. Jace had given her a ride over to Clary's, and offered to take her to the school, but she'd insisted it would be too difficult.

Isabelle didn't have a driver's license. She was actually the youngest of their class, and it wasn't September yet. She would turn sixteen September 15th.

So she started her run.

Isabelle hated to say it, but she didn't have the passion for running as much as her teammates did. She always wanted to do Volleyball, but was sick the day of tryouts, so she did Cross Country.

No, she didn't hate running. Running was a way to get your mind off of things, but she wasn't passionate about it. She'd much rather have intense games of rules. Running didn't have any rules except no cutting borders and no unsportsmanlike conduct. It was so easy.

The two miles was over in about fifteen minutes, a little more.

She exhaled. Now would be the part of breaking into the school.

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"Where's Isabelle?" Clary asked. She looked beautiful, her slim face becoming more visible with the fact that her hair was up, and there were no little wisps or a ponytail swinging back and forth. Her green eyes were framed by gold, making them seem a little lighter than normal.

Jace shrugged, shaking his mind of how beautiful she looked. He couldn't think about dating her until this was behind them both. "She got held up by mother. My mom told me to get out."

It was a little white lie, still difficult to tell. However, it was necessary.

Clary hummed in agreement, her fingers flying to the radio with a smile. "Oh I love this song," she said happily, slowly turning up the music.

A drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven

I don't wanna waste the weekend
If you don't love me pretend
A few more hours then it's time to go

As my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm
It's too late to cry
Too broken to move on

And still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need from me

It's just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven

Misplaced trust in old friends
Never counting regrets
By the grace of God I do not rest at all

And New England as the leaves change
The last excuse that I'll claim
I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl

And still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need from me

It's just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my...

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore
No, no
Heaven doesn't seem far away

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore
No, no
Heaven doesn't seem far away
Oh, oh

It's just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven
You are my heaven

Jace wouldn't dare being cheesy enough to call the song accurate, but somewhere in him, he knew the song related to them. She was so far from him, and he just wanted her closer.

But he didn't think about that, didn't let himself think about that. It would be giving him hope, and what was the last thing he needed.

She had sung along, her voice rusty and off-pitch, making Jace join in loudly. He'd known the song, it having been his mother's favorite song after her second miscarriage.

It was silent after that, Clary drumming her fingers on the sides of the seats. It would've been uncomfortable if not for Fall Out Boy playing in the background.

They pulled into the restaurant Lil' Italiano. It was fancy enough, their meal together probably going to be forty dollars, so definitely fancy enough.

It would keep her distracted for at an hour or so, but the fact that this was just so Isabelle to get into the school, and to get Clary on his good side was kind of ridiculous.

"Table for two, please," Jace said, smiling slightly.

"Right this way."

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"Ugh," Isabelle screamed in aggravation. She'd had to call Simon, remembering the school had security cameras at every angle. She'd been expelled if they ever found her sneaking in.

That was before she had to get around the policemen.

"Calm down Isabelle," Simon sighed, shoving his hair away from his eyes.

"They're scheduled to come out in five minutes!"

"This will take me two," he reminded her. His fingers flew across the keyboard, licking his lips before shouting a loud, "Yes!"

Isabelle looked at him.

He had a wide smile on his face. "It's now on loop."

She threw her arms around him, causing him to go tense. "Thank you!"

She stood up then, blowing him a kiss, jogging up to the door, and opening it.

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"Whenever I was in preschool, my dad had really long hair, like an afro. Then he cut it military style, and he came to pick me up, and I said, "I don't talk to strangers, I don't talk to strangers!""

Clary began giggling, trying to keep her noise down for the other customers, but a loud snort came out, and her face turned completely pink. Jace erupted into laughter.

When they calmed down, Clary said, "You know, you don't really seem like that disrespectful, bad boy I met in homeroom."

Jace furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what she meant by that. "Is that a bad thing?"

Clary pursed her lips. "I don't know, I thought it was cute." She blushed, biting her lip.

"Would you like me to be bad?" he winked. "Because I could totally be bad if you wanted."

She laughed, "I would like to see Mrs. Bozeman all flustered again."

He smirked. "Deal."

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Isabelle sighed, seeing another policeman around the corner. She's had to stop at least twelve times to avoid the police walking up and down the halls.

Who would even guard a school anyways?

As he turned the next corner, Isabelle flew down the halls, the fact that their coach made them have light feet pay off. Her steps were practically silent as she raced down the halls.

She leaned against the wall, picking at her black beanie on her head. She of course didn't show up to Clary's wearing all black, going for her black running tights, a t-shirt with a black hoodie around her waist. Before she'd gone into the school, she threw on the hoodie.

Isabelle cautiously leaned around the corner, looking for any policemen before sneaking into the locker wing.

Finally.

But whose locker?

She figured Katie might be a good guess, the rumor going around that Jace and Clary were dating, and she was jealous. Of course, she probably wouldn't go for Clary's sketchbook first, so Isabelle shook that though out of her head.

A random locker would be an okay idea; they could just say that they were meaning to put it in the lost and found. But how would she manage to pull that off?

Isabelle looked at Clary's locker before looking to Sebastian's.

She took out the bobby pin, and opening the locker. She made it to where the textbooks would fall out with a loud thump, the sketchbook right on top.

She ran back out, the door right next to Sebastian's locker.

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