A/N I am so sorry! I haven't updated in a while and I hate the authors that don't update for months so I'm gonna try really hard to keep updating. School has been a total ass. I will try to keep updating and break is coming up in a few weeks so I can update more then. On with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own!

Clary's POV

I only have a few classes with Jace, art, science, and gym. It was hard to get classes with him but we pulled some strings. I am so excited when I walk out of the classroom on my way to art.

I love the art room. Floor to ceiling windows cover a wall that overlooks the woods placed behind our school. Giant skylights let in extra light and the walls and floors are all covered with splattered paint and small clumps of clay.

I am so lost in thought I don't realize there is someone behind me until they clear their throat.

I turn around quickly and see Aline, a nasty queen bee bitch.

She grabs me by the back of my jacket and drags me into a nearby janitor closet.

She quickly closes the door and turns around to glare at me.

"What the hell Aline," I yell at her as she now scowls at me.

"You know why the hell I dragged you in here. You really didn't think the whole innocent act would last forever, did you?"

"Ok Aline. You have me know. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Why such harsh language from a goody goody," she glowers at me.

"Wow Aline. Good comeback. What are you five?"

This seems to set her off. She grabs a handful of my hair and drags my head up to look at her. She is taller than me by around five inches thanks to the slut heels she wears every day.

"I want you to stay away from Jace. An ugly ginger like you would only scar the reputation he's built for himself," she says this in a sickly sweet voice that screams of threats.

"You can't make me do anything, slut." I am tempted to spit in her face at the red head comment.

"Oh trust me. I can pull a few strings and make it so your life is an absolute hell."

I don't back down at her threat, just glare back at her eyes.

"You seem to have forgotten who it was that got Jace here in the first place."

"Oh if you were the one who got Jace here, then why isn't he in many of your classes? I heard the radio offer and it said that he would be in all his hosts' classes."

"Well Izzy helped out."

"Exactly. I'm sure Isabelle can handle Jace on her own. No one needs our wants you to tag along Clary."

"Why do you hate me so much Aline? What did I do to you?"

"I saw the way you were talking with Jace. Just because he was joking back with you doesn't mean he actually likes you. He was just being the polite wonderful guy he is,"

"Oh so you like Jace and want me to back off cause you think I'm a threat," I say.

She laughs but I can see a little worry in her eyes. "Why in the world would I think of you as a threat? I mean just look at you. Short, flat, plain, ugly. No guy besides that nerd would ever want to be with you."

Her comments do sting a little and my rage builds when she brings Simon into this. I know that Jace is absolutely gorgeous and that I'm plain but I guess I didn't want to believe that I was too plain for him.

"I just want you to remember my little warning before you go and regret knowing him."

She gives me one last smirk before tossing her hair over her shoulder and strutting out the door to join her posse down the hall.

I stand there for a little bit before getting myself together and leaving the closet. I look at the clock and see that I am now late for my next class.

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I dash down the halls and into the art room where everyone turns to look at me, including Jace and the Izzy.

I blush slightly and go to sit down quickly in between Jace and Izzy.

"Thank you for joining us today Clarissa," the teacher remarks and I turn my head down a little.

We are working on painting today and she tells us to paint whatever we want.

I pull out all the supplies and prepare the paint and easel. I am just sitting down when I feel eyes on me.

I turn to see Izzy and Lace looking at me.

"Where were you clary? You are never late to class, especially art. Do you know how hard it was to save that seat for you" Izzy inquires.

"I, um, dropped my stuff in the hall and had to pick it all up. It took forever to get all the stuff picked up and in the right order."

I can tell she doesn't believe me and that I will get more questions but she turns away to let me draw.

I know turn to Jace to deal with his staring.

"Yyyyeeeesss?" I drawl out.

"Your hair is messed up, like someone grabbed it."

I can feel Izzy turn quickly to inspect my hair.

Shit, forgot to fix my hair.

"Oh ya. It got messed up when I dropped all my stuff and I was in such a hurry to get to class I forgot to fix it."

I try to laugh it off. He stares at me for a little longer. I turn my head away from his searching gold eyes before I start to blush and begin my painting.

By the end of class I have a painting of a girl sitting on a swing. She is all alone with not another soul in sight. The whole painting is in shades of gray and black and white except for the girl's bright red hair.

Jace takes a look at my painting and a look of surprise shows up.

"Wow Clary, that is really good. I didn't know you were an artist too."

I blush slightly at Jace's comment. I mean it's hard not to when someone so gorgeous compliments you.

I thank him and turn to put my painting on the drying rack desperately trying to hide my blush.

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The rest of the day goes by relatively quickly and before I know it we are getting into the car.

When we reach the Lightwoods everyone scrams until it is just Jace and I in the front hall. I try to keep my eyes on anywhere but him.

"Clary?"

Here it comes. The questioning I have been avoiding all day.

"Yes," I ask cautiously, turning to look him in the eyes. No point in running anymore. Might as well face the music now.

"Would you like to go get some food with me? I want to get to know you better,"

I know the shock I feel is showing on my face and he looks a little nervous.

"Was that weird," he asks, a little embarrassed.

No way. The Jace Wayland is embarrassed.

I cover my shock quickly.

"No, no that wasn't weird at all."

He smiles and I melt on the inside. Something comes alive inside me with a giant violent fluttering, and I feel like I am no longer touching the ground.

Oh god I am in love with Jace still.

I thought that over the years I had been able to bury the feeling but it was coming awake like a bear waking up from hibernation.

There is an awkward silence between us for a while before I choose to break it.

"I'd love to."

"What," he asks.

"I would love to get food with you." I laugh and I feel giddy on the inside. I want to slap myself and how weird I am acting.

He grins and we leave.

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That was so much fun.

Although most the people were staring at us while getting our food I genuinely had a great time with Jace.

Suddenly thoughts of Aline and her threat sour my good mood. I can only wonder what they will do if I continue to be around him.

I flop on my bed, suddenly exhausted from the slight mental strains of the day.

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Time skip: Like two days later.

My day has been relatively normal. I've gotten envious glares and angry stares from most the girls in school.

I'm glad to finally be able to be in art again. I love the feeling of a paintbrush in my hand and getting lost in a painting. Almost like how I feel when singing.

I am finished painting my new painting and walk over to the drying rack. After placing it on a new rack I search for my painting from a few days ago. I find it a few racks down and when I see it I feel like screaming.

I stare at it for a long time. At some point Izzy and Jace come to see what's going on.

Over my black and white painting is a big red X.

I turn it over to inspect the back. A note had been carelessly taped to the back. I open it trying to hide the contents from Izzy and Jace. After quickly reading it I stuff it in my pocket before they can see.

"Oh my gosh Clary. Who would do this to your painting?" Izzy leans down to hug me and I hug her back. I stay silent as I stare forlornly at it.

We show it to the teacher and she says she will show the principle and that she can't believe someone would destroy a piece of art.

I quickly leave the room after class is over, not waiting for Izzy and Jace who slightly call for me to slow down.

All I can think of are the words on the note.

"You have been warned."

A/N: So I hope you like this chapter! Any sort of criticism is appreciated. I really am sorry and will hopefully start writing more frequently.