A/N: This is a really short chapter and I'm sorry! But its part of the plan. I needed this to happen before I could go any further. But don't forget to review. More reviews equal faster update! hehe :D

"Clary…" She moved slightly. "Clary, wake up." She stirred again but didn't wake. Half asleep, she still heard the person sigh. "Clary, come on." The voice sounded so familiar to her. "Wakey wakey sunshine." The voice said. Guy. Definitely a guys' voice. But who's?

She suddenly felt a hard poke on her left cheek. Her eyes snapped open and she was staring into gold ones. "Oh when I poke you is when you wake up," He said, annoyed. "If I had known that earlier I would have done it sooner."

She looked at him confused and rubbed her cheek. "Where am I?" she asked, slowly. She opened her eyes fully and looked around herself. She knew before Jace had said it.

"My room" He said anyways. He was sitting up on his bed now though and was shirtless. Panicking, she quickly looked under the covers at herself. She was still clothed. She breathed a sigh of relief as her heart slowed to a normal speed.

She sighed again and studied the shirtless boy in front of her. Well the back of him, anyway. His muscles flexed as he brought his arm up to his face and rubbed his nose. Clary smiled and looked closely at his tattoo. It looked the same as it had the first day she had met him, almost two months ago. She smiled at the memory.

"What am I doing here?" She asked, still a bit confused.

Jace looked back her, running his strong hands through his fair hair. "You fell asleep here last night while we were studying." He explained, nonchalantly. "I let you sleep here."

She nodded slowly as he lay next to her like before. "You okay?" He asked. For just a second Clary thought he might have been serious. She nodded her head without saying a word.

She thought about last night. What did that kiss mean? She didn't want to think something if it weren't true. She needed to talk to him about it, simple.

He turned to look at her; his elbow was popped up on the pillow, face in hand. She noticed he was a little too close to her. Why was she noticing these things now? Things that she wanted so badly. So why was she objecting to them now? It was obvious he had feelings for her. Beyond obvious. But something was stopping her.

He leaned in just a bit, maybe to test her. "So…" he whispered, a smile playing at his lips. She stared at his lips, slightly panicking. She wanted to just kiss them but… there goes that wall. She didn't know what the wall was or what it represented, but it was there. Stopping her.

She continued staring at his lips, which seemed to continue making their way towards her. She looked up at his eyes. "I have to pee." She announced. Jace stopped moving and looked at her. His mouth turned up to a smile. "Then go" He said, moving away from her.

Pushing the covers off her, she sat up and then crawled off the bed. She knew Jace was watching her. She felt violated all of the sudden.

As she crossed the room to the bathroom, she closed the door and switched on the light. She sighed looking at herself. She made a face of disgust. Her makeup was smeared a little from when she first woke up and rubbed her eyes. Her hair was in all sorts of directions and not to mention, she felt a pimple growing in. Grabbing a brush off of the counter, she started untangling her hair.

Once finished, she looked down at her wrist. She had drawn a random drawing on the inside of her arm last night between the time she and Jace had kissed and she had fallen asleep. It was an odd looking thing, she had to admit. It was sort of in the shape of a heart that had a line going diagonally through it. The heart, though, stopped half way through the shape and continued with the line going through it. Overall, it was just weird. But at the same time, it was cool looking. She liked it.

After staring at her wrist for a while, Clary washed her face with cold water and used the bathroom. When she opened the door to the bathroom, Jace was not where he once was before. He was standing up, jeans on, pulling a white t-shit on. She could only see the back of him, as before. Even his back was well defined. She couldn't help but stare.

After pulling his shirt on, Jace turned around. "Oh hey" he said, smiling at her. She smiled back and searched for the time.

"Do you know what time it is?" She asked, walking over to his bed to find her phone. "I really need to get back."

Jace glanced at his alarm clock. "Its 12:34PM"

"Did we miss class?" Clary asked, panicked. Jace nodded.

"Chill out, Clary" He said, walking over to her cautiously. She was shaking her head, not looking at him. He didn't mean to get her upset. It's just… she was so tired from last night. Plus, he loved watching her sleep. It calmed him in some way.

He put his hand on her shoulder, gently. "Calm down," He said. She was still shaking her head.

"Jace, how could you have not woken me up?" She yelled at him. He dropped his hand from her shoulder and stepped back. "You know how much trouble we're going to be in?" She asked. She wasn't planning on him giving an answer but he did anyways.

"A lot, but it's worth it if you ask me." Jace said, nonchalantly.

"No one asked you, Jace" She said, angrily.

"All you get is ISS. Not bad if you ask me." He grinned, knowing that would get her upset. "It's nothing big. Just chill out."

"Chill out?" Clary raised her voice, louder and louder. "Chill out?" She took a step towards him, her face red with anger. "You expect me to chill out because you were being irresponsible, as always?"

"Oh there's the Clary I've been told so much about by Sebastian." He said, smiling. She screamed and turned away from him. She looked out the window for a couple of minutes and took a long breath in. She was calm down. She hated when she blew up like that.

She felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her waist all of the sudden. The touch shocked her and made her jump. She wrestled out his grasps quickly and turned to face him.

He had a hurt and confused expression on his face and didn't compose at all. He looked at her. "What's wrong?" He asked. She stared at him for what seemed like hours. She didn't say anything. All she did was shake her head.

"You don't—?"

"No!" She interrupted. "It's not that. I do. It's just…" She shrugged. "I would have been ecstatic before and now it's like… nothing."

He took a step towards her and tried grabbing her face. She turned away, not saying anything. Jace nodded his head, slowly. "Okay…" he said. The hurt in his voice was so clear. "Then you can go."

"Go?" She asked, confused. "Why do I have to go?"

"I'm not just going to be rejected in my own room, Clary." He said simply. He walked towards the door and opened it. "You can leave."

She blinked a few times. She could feel her eyes stinging. She didn't mean to hurt him. She really, really wanted to. She liked him, she did. But for some reason, she couldn't kiss him. She couldn't even let him touch her.

"Jace, come on. Where am I going to go?" She asked.

"Of course that's what you're worrying about," He said, numbly. "I don't know, Clary. Just leave please"

Clary was hurting him. Badly. She looked down at her pen tattoo that she had drawn earlier. Fury and frustration boiled inside her. But most of all, it was hurt.

In a swift movement, she gathered her notebooks that were on Jace's bed, her jacket and left the room. She composed herself well until she heard Jace shut his door. She was half way out the building by then. And when she heard that door close, it was like he closed her out of his life.

For good.