We pull up the short driveway, Jonathan's car purring softly.

I feel the tension break when Jace opens the car door and me, Sebastian, and Jace get out of the car.

"You okay?" Jace asks at the same time Sebastian says, "Want to do something?"

I look at both of the boys, "Yeah." I murmur to Jace, "And no thank you Sebastian." I look down, feeling my stomach churn. I watch Jonathan get out of the car, looking at me suspiciously.

"Come on guys." He says before everyone but me and him go inside. I look at Jonathan.

"What?" I ask.

"Don't." He looks at me from the other side of the car, "You know how Jace is. I don't trust him with you."

"What are you talking about?!" I respond a bit loudly.

"And I don't trust Sebastian with you," Jonathan sighs.

"What even makes you think I like them?" I ask.

"You look at Jace differently then any of my other friends." He looks up at me as I blush.

"If hatred is what you mean, then yes," I breath, "yes. I do look at him like that."

"Its not hatred, Clare," He starts, "When you allow them to nearly kiss you."

He shuts his car door before walking inside.

"Where the heck did Sebastian come into this?" I ask myself.

I sigh, putting my forehead on the top of the car.

"Why does everything happen to me?" I ask myself.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I jump at the voice, looking up. My gaze lands on Jace, walking out of the house quietly.

"I don't think we should be friends." I blurt.

"Wha-" He looks at me, walking towards the car, "It's Jonathan... Isn't it?"

"It's not him-" The last word comes out as a whine. I sniffle as he walks around the side of the car to be face to face with me. I frown, feeling my eves burn. He hugs me gently.

"Why are you upset?" Jace asks.

"Because..."

"It's not because of Jonathan... Is it?"

"No. I don't want to like anyone. Ever again." I respond.

He breaks away from me, his hands still on my shoulders.

"What is this about, Clare?"

"I don't-" I look down, "I don't want to talk about it."

"You can talk about anything with me."

"It's-" I shake my head, "I don't want to talk about it. Ever. And I don't want to talk about it with you." I pull out of his grasp, rushing towards the door.

"Clary!" He yells, "I'm not going to force you-"

I shut the door.

I don't want to talk about it. I never want to remember it. I don't want to remember...

I don't want to remember...

I don't want to remember him.

When she says him, she doesn't mean Jace. She means another boy.

Anyway,

Until Next Time,

xoxo