A shoutout to my friend Kenzi who inspired this story by showing me some writing prompts. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time... don't hate me...writers block sucks.

Jace's POV

I had to get away from Clary. I can read her thoughts, for Gods sake, and I didn't know this. This is big. My old best friend, the murderer of my parents, is the sister of the girl I am beginning to fall for. There was probably more involved in what she hasn't told me, and I just didn't want to know. I know that their father was an odd man. I sometimes heard my parents talking in the night, in the weeks that led up to their death. I heard them talking about me, how apparently they had noticed some strange things. I don't really remember these times, but apparently my eyes used to be blue, like my parents eyes, and at one point I came home with golden eyes. I don't remember how or why my eyes changed, I was always told it was some sort of genetic thing once I asked about it for the first time.

But I knew it was because of something else. In the last week before their death, they began to tell eachother their suspicions that it was that man who did something to me. Valentine Morgenstern, who I have now found out is Clary's father. I don't know if he did anything to me, I don't remember, but it would make sense. Especially with Clary being his daughter, since she had the mind 'powers' too.

I'm glad I figured this out before I put all of my trust in her, and fell completely in love. She would've probably done something horrible, like her father. Though she seems like she would never do something like that, I don't want her to break me. To love is to destroy, and to be loved, is to be destroyed, I reminded myself. I began to run, going towards the one spot where I knew nobody would bother me, or think to look for me. I went to the club.

I knew I was a player. I knew I played with girls hearts, I enjoyed it to, that is, u till Clary came along. Now she was all I could think about. But I knew how to get her off my mind.

I was planning to get completely shitfaced drunk, and hook up with someone. I would probably find some random fake girl, and use her for the night. As long as it gets Clary off my mind.

I walk into the club, the bodygaurd out front recognizing me immediately. The music makes a pounding feeling flood my body and I walked towards the bar. I ordered 7 shots, and downed them all, taking one off the tray at a time. The bartender gave me a concerned look and I glared he held up his arms and backed up. I looked down at the empty tray and look up at the bartender.

"Give me more." I tell him an he gives me an incredulous look.

"Listen here buddy, you've had a few drinks here before, but you've never drank this much. You must be having problems." He said and I began to grow agitated. "Did a girl finally hurt you instead of you hurting them?" I slammed my hand on the table and looked at him angrily. He sulked back to the drinks and grabbed me more shots, not wanting to provoke me further. I throw back the shots and feel the burning of the alcohol as it goes down my throat. I reach for another, only to have it pulled away by the bartender, who then gives me a warning look.

"I will not let you get drunk out of your mind in my club." He told me and I scowled, but in the back of my mind, I knew he was right. I turn and look astound, though everything is fuzzy, and I see a few readheads around the dance floor. Although, I notice, none of them are my readhead. I get off my stool, and begin to walk towards the dance floor. Usually I can hold my alchohal quite well, but with how much i'be had, even I was stumbling, I walk towards the dancefloor, tripping over people's feet in the way. I step onto the floor, and suddenly there are girls leading me deeper into the crowd of people.

I look around the floor for the nearest redhead, and as she turned, I looked away, horrified. It was Clary, and she was dancing with another guy. I turned away and I saw the girl standing closest to me, I think her name was Aline, and I pulled her into me. I smashed my lips into hers, kissing her fiercely, trying to make Clary jealous.

I pulled away and turned away from her and looked around. Clary was still dancing, she hadn't even noticed me. Infuriated at her, I turned around to search for another girl. I saw yet another redhead and as she looks up at me, I turn away quickly, looking for the other redhead. They both look exactly like Clary. I look around frantically, and see more redheads with Clary's face. I just couldn't get her out of my head, and I hated it.

Everything goes fuzzy for a moment and I begin to walk away from all of the people. I shook my head and looked around, now all of the readheadsbhad differnet faces. I began to walk off the dance floor, trying to get away from all of the moving bodies. I run into someone, they have a small, petite frame, almost like-

"Jace?" Clary asks and I blink at her, trying to clear my head. My vision goes fuzzy one again, and the small part of my brain that is not influenced by alchohal realizes that I may have drank a bit too much.

I stumble and she reaches to touch my shoulder and steady me. When her hand touches my shoulder I feel the spark that they talk about in book and movies. It's as if her touch triggers reactions from me that I never knew were there. I jerk away from her touch and the movement makes my head spin. I try to steady myself as I feel myself begin to sway. My vision begins to get fuzzy, and the last thing I see before everything goes black, is Clary's concerned eyes as she reaches out to me.

Clary POV

I should have known he would've run.I would've run too, figuring out something like that from someone who you were beginning to trust, especially when they could read your thoughts. I just didn't know where he would go. I know he loves music, he always used to play the piano, but he hasn't since his parent were murdered.

He must have gone somewhere he could forget, somewhere to let out his frustration and confusion. I know his style, he was a player, he slept around a lot, and with what i knew, he would probably be at the club getting drunk off his mind and finding a random chick to hook up with.

I began to run in the direction of the nearest club I knew of. I was a bit worried about how he would react, I knew he would take it quite badly. As I ran, the club became visible and I was a bit dissapointed to see a security guard standing out front. I decided to use the advantage of surprise and I dashed towards him.

He wasn't expecting me to dash under his arm like I did, and he wasn't able to stop me. The pulsing of the beat hit my ears and I cringed, I hated clubs. I knew he would've gone to the bar first, so I began to walk towards towards the counter.

The bartender looked me up and down before meeting my eyes. "What can I get you, sweetheart?" he asked and I shook my head at him.

"Have you seen a guy in here looking to get very drunk?" He nodded right away, seeming to know immediately who I was talking about.

"Jace." he said and I nodded, Jace must come here often. "I stopped him after like 10 shots and it didn't make him to happy. He stormed off towards the dance floor." I nodded and thanked him as I turned around, trying to see over people's heads to see Jace. It was t working so i turned around and grabbed the nearest barstool. I pulled it away from the counter and climbed onto it, needing a better veiw. I stood on it and looked around the club.

I saw golden hair, and I immediately knew it was Jace. He was looking around the room, almost frantically it seemed like. He suddenly turned and began to walk off, seeming to stumble a bit. I hopped off the stool and rushed in the dorection he was headed.

I pushed through the crowd of people, mumbling an apology to every person I had to shove out of my way. I looked around for Jace until I saw him stumbling in my direction.

"Jace?" I asked asI turned towards him and I saw him falter slightly. He wobbled and I reached out to his shoulder, steadying him. It felt as if there was a small spark that shot up my hand when I touched him. I ignored it and looked at him, wondering what he was feeling towards me right now. He probably hated me after what i've put him through. He begins to sway and I reach out to him, just in time to make sure he doesn't hit the ground to hard when he passes out.