Hey everyone! Thank you guys so much for your continued support! This chapter is a little longer than the last two, but not by a lot. Also, I just want to warn you that is says the f-word once. Sorry! So, I've had a few people ask me about the book I'm writing so I thought I would give a little summary here. If you don't give two craps about my book, then skip this next part and enjoy the chapter!

So, I still have to come up with a title for my book, but if you've read the Vampire Academy series by Richelle Mead, then it follows the same line of mythology as those books with the dhampirs, moroi and strigoi. If you haven't read her books, then basically dhampirs are half human half vampire, moroi are mortal vampires that can go in sun and don't only survive on blood and strigoi are undead evil vampires that are more along the lines of the normal vampire mythology. However, I don't have the moroi magic thing in my book. Anyway, my book is about a dhampir girl named Audrey who has started getting these "visions" which make her pass out for a while and relive these past memories in her head. She has no idea what casues them or anything. The story follows her and her best friends, John (a dhampir) and Maggie (a moroi) as they try to keep these visions hidden from the public and figure out what is happening to her. The book has a little bit of action, some romance, humor and a bit of other genres. All rights to this story and plot idea go to me, YesIWriteForFun, and me only. If I find anyone else using this I will report you. Sorry, I just really don't want people stealing my idea, haha. If anyone is super interested in my book, I may be convinced to send you the first chapter so you can get an accurate taste of it. You would have to be pretty convincing though. Anyway, thanks for listening to me ramble! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments or it's characters.

Chapter 10:

"Clary." Someone is shaking me and whispering my name. I groan and try to roll away form the person. "Clary!" The person whispers with more urgency and volume. They shake me more violently.

I groan more loudly and flop onto my back. "What?!" I snap without opening my eyes.

I feel the bed dip beside me and someone pushes my legs a little, trying to get me to make room for them. With a sigh I sit up and slowly open my eyes. I take in the lack of light in my room and drag my eyes over to my alarm clock. It's three in the morning.

As my eyes adjust, I can make out my mom sitting cross-legged on the end of my bed. She has a big stack of magazines in her lap. "I have no idea what kind of dress I want and I can't even begin to come up with a theme!"

"Mom, why are you planning your wedding at three in the morning?"

My mom gives me a sideways look. "Why not?"

I roll my eyes. "Whatever. Why are you coming to me?"

She throws her hands up. "I don't know! You're artistic! Maybe you can come up with a theme!"

I throw my head back against my headboard. "You're an actual artist who sells paintings! Look, I'll think about it, okay? But not at three in the morning! And as for the dress, my friend Isabelle is super into fashion and stuff so I can ask her to help you out there if you want."

My mom breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you, honey! You're the best!"

She throws her arms around me and I hug her back. "Yeah, yeah. I'm great. Now, can I please go to bed?"

My mom pulls away and hastily stands up. "Of course! Sweet dreams, Clary."

As soon as she's gone I lay back down and am out like a light.

Jace is waiting for me at my locker this morning. I smile as I approach him. He's leaning against the empty locker next to mine with his hands shoved into his pockets. He's staring at his shoes, so he doesn't see me approach. I sneak up to him as quietly as I can, then slam my hand against the locker once I'm next to him. I expected him to jump but he just slowly lifts his gaze toward me with a smile playing on his lips. "Going to have to try harder than that, Clary."

I throw my hands up. "How did you see me?"

He winks. "Secret." His voice is light and he's smiling, but I can see something dark brewing behind his eyes. I file that into the back of my mind and tuck it away in the folder labeled 'Jace'.

He waits for me as I grab my books and walks with me to my homeroom. "Aren't you going to be late?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Doesn't matter if I am."

I turn toward him at the door. "As much as I appreciate you walking me to class, you really don't have to. Especially if it's going to make you late."

Jace slowly looks me up and down. Today I am wearing one of Izzy's outfits. It's the first one I had tried on, with the skirt and leather jacket. "Yeah," he says, his voice slightly husky. "I do." He walks away with a, "See you at lunch," called over his shoulder.

I walk into homeroom and take my usual seat behind Simon and diagonal from Izzy. They both turn around to look at me. Izzy raises an eyebrow at me and Simon makes a poor attempt at winking. I glare at Simon. "What's wrong? Something in your eye?"

He just rolls his eyes and turns around to face the front. Isabelle is giving me a genuine smile and I quickly return it before the teacher begins speaking.

I walk into the lunchroom and stop dead in my tracks. Some skinny brunette girl in skimpy clothes is leaning against our table and talking to Jace. I think she's a senior girl named Aline. I watch as she leans toward him and laughs. He isn't making eye contact with her, but he isn't pushing her away either.

Not wanting to interrupt his little flirting festival, I plop down at the table with Isabelle and Simon. I make sure to position myself so I can see Jace. "Clary?" Isabelle asks in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Hearing Isabelle's voice, Jace looks up from the next table over. He locks eyes with me, and I watch as his shoulders slump. He puts his head in his hands and stays that way for a few minutes. I ignore Isabelle and Simon as I watch him. When he doesn't move, Aline puts a hand on his back. That's a mistake. He snaps his head up and glares at her. He says something too quiet for me to hear, but she is gone not a second later, running back to her table of friends. When she's gone, Jace puts his head in his hands again. I mumble a goodbye to Simon and Isabelle and walk over to Jace and our usual table. I sit down across from him, but he doesn't look up. I slide the sandwich and chips to him, but he still doesn't look up. I pick at my pizza and wait for him to move, but he doesn't for several minutes. Finally, I've had enough. "Jace," I say.

His head snaps up. "It's you." I nod. "I thought…" He lets his sentence trail off.

I shrug. "I didn't want to interrupt. You looked…busy." I stare at my pizza, which suddenly doesn't look appetizing.

Jace sighs and starts to eat his sandwich. "She's annoying. She just walked over here and started blabbering on about something. I stopped listening about two words in."

I can't help but smile at that. "What did you say to her? She ran away like a dog with it's tail between it's legs."

Jace winces. "I don't think you want to know that, Clary."

I tilt my head. "Why wouldn't I?"

Jace shrugs and won't meet my eyes. "It was pretty…harsh."

"I don't care."

Jace runs a hand through his hair and looks up at me. "Fine. I told her to shut the hell up and get out of my fucking face."

I nod and try to suppress a smile. I can't hold it in for long though, and I start laughing.

Jace gives me a crooked smile. "Why are you laughing?"

This just makes me laugh more. "Because you probably scared the crap out of her!" I gasp out.

He rubs the back of his neck with one of his hands. "Yeah, I kind of did." He lets out a small laugh. "You should've seen her face. I don't think she faces rejection often."

I want to ask why he rejected her and has been rejecting girls lately, but I refrain because I know that that is one of the questions that will send him back into his shell. Instead I change the subject abruptly. "Be honest, okay? What does your family think of Simon?"

Jace gives me a funny look at the randomness of my questions, but answers anyway. "Well, they think he's a bit odd, but they also think he's a good kid. I think they're just glad Isabelle finally has a serious boyfriend. Max loves him though." As an after thought he adds, "Not as much as he loves you though."

I duck my head to hide my blush. "Well, I'm glad they like him. He was super nervous about meeting them."

Jace shrugs. "He seems like a good kid and as long as he's good to Isabelle he's fine with me."

"Can I ask you something?"

Jace nods and takes a bite of his sandwich.

I swallow nervously. "I know this is kind of personal, but what does your family think of Alec and Magnus?"

Jace sighs and thinks for a moment. "Izzy and I are happy for him and Max is too young to really get it. Our parents though…" He takes a deep breath. "I think they're glad he's happy, but we all know they would have preferred him being straight."

I nod. "Well, I've sat with Magnus in art since middle school and if it makes you feel any better, he absolutely loves Alec. Don't tell anyone this, but I think Magnus had a crush on Alec before Alec even came out."

Jace laughs lightly. "I think Alec had a crush on Magnus before Alec came out."

I laugh and shake my head. "Your parents must be happy that half their kids are in serious relationships already."

Jace smiles a bit ruefully at me. "They're happy about more than that. Trust me." The bell signaling the end of lunch ends before I can ask Jace what he means by that. He gets up with another smile in my direction and walks away from the table.

We have totally different schedules, so this will be the last time I see him today. This isn't the first time that that thought makes me feel a bit sad.

As always, thanks for reading guys! I've been getting a lot of people saying that they love Max, so I've been contemplating doing a oneshot in Max's POV when this story is finished. It would be what he thinks about Clary and what he thinks Jace thinks of Clary and stuff like that. I don't know though. If you're interested in that or have other suggestions, please let me know in the reviews. Anyway, I should be able to update tomorrow, but I can't make any promises. Sorry! Please review and make me smile :)

Love always,

YesIWriteForFun