TPOV (Tessa)

I lay down on Will's couch, putting my feet in his lap. We've both been a little mopey since Clary and Sebastian left. He's talked to Clary and Seb, but I can't work up the courage. It just feels like if I call then I've accepted their gone, and I can't do that.

Clary's birthday is next week, and me, Will, Clary and Sebastian always go do something, and this will be the first time in a long time that we're not together. A tear slides down my face and Will turns to face me and – noticing my tears – picks me up and cradles me to my chest.

Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with Will, but nothing feels the same without them here. I miss Clary and Will's bickering and laughing at them on the way to school. Nothing is the same anymore and I give anything just to see Clary in person again.

Will whispers comforting things in my ear, but is cut off when we hear his phone ringing. He pulls it out of his pocket and quickly answers the phone, putting it on speaker.

"Hey, Will," I hear Sebastian's voice and wipe away my tears, wanting to hear what he has to say.

"Hey, Seb, what's going on, Man?" Will asks, and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Well, since Clary's birthday is next week I was wondering if you and Tessa could come to New York?" My head shoots up and my eyes go wide.

"Sebastian, I would love to fly out to New York to see my best friend, but I don't think Nate will let me go." I say, shocking myself because I had intended to stay silent throughout the whole interaction.

"Well, hello to you too, Tessa," Sebastian says sarcastically, and I can practically see him smirking. "Anyways, it wouldn't cost a thing because I'm paying for it." Nate was going to kill me, but I couldn't pass up on this opportunity.

"When do we leave?"

CPOV

I look at my reflection in Izzy's mirror. I'm wearing a black drawstring jumpsuit that shows off my cleavage, but still covers enough to some things to the imagination. My hair cascading in bouncy curls over the straps of my outfit and my makeup is done naturally with a smoky eye look. And to complete the look I am wearing a pair of four inch, black high heels.

"Thank you, Isabelle. It looks really beautiful," I hug her and she hugs me back.

"Alright, now go that way I can get Maia and I can get ready." She pushes me out the door and I walk down the stairs and to the living room where I can hear the guys playing a video game. The guys turn at the sound of my shoes hitting the floor, and my eyes immediately find Jace looking right at me, his lips forming a small 'o' shape.

Magnus and Alec don't even take a second glance at me, Jonathan on the other hand looks a little angry about what I'm wearing, but I could wear a lot worse than this, and he knows it. Sebastian doesn't even look fazed by what I'm wearing and just turns back to the game. Jordan turns around with Jonathan as the go back to talking to Sebastian. Max openly stares at me, and my eyes finally move to see him.

Brandon's eyes travel over my body lustfully, and I cringe. It seems as though he still hasn't gotten over the fact that I won't have sex with him. I quickly tear my eyes away from him, the tears already building up in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

I walk over to the couch and sit down next to Sebastian, who is currently playing some game against Jonathan. Sebastian's fingers move quickly over the buttons as he and Jonathan fight back and forth. I quickly grow bored of watching them and go to find something to eat in the kitchen.

I open up the cabinets and find a pack of Oreos, but despite my heels I still can't reach them. I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and I tense up. I turn around and find myself face-to-face with Jace. His arms drop from my waist and reach up to the top shelf, pulling out the Oreos without any difficulties whatsoever.

Jace sits the Oreos down behind me and wraps his arms around me again. I turn around in his arms, tearing open the package of Oreos and grabbing a few. Jace moves my hair to the side and starts kissing my neck, traveling down to my shoulder and back up.

I set the Oreos back down and once again turn in his arms. Jace's lips leave my neck and travel up to my jawline before finally settling on my lips. My hands fly to his hair, and I lightly pull on his golden hair, which earns me groan from Jace, whose hands travel up and down my back.

I hear a door open but just ignore, Jace's mouth easily distracting me from the sound. Jace pulls away and rests his head on mine. A throat clears causing both Jace and I to turn at the sound. It's Isabelle. My shoulder sag in relief that it wasn't Jon.

"I want details later, but right now we need to go," Iz states, pointing a finger at me before spinning on her heel and stalking out of the room. Jace and I quickly follow suit. Her dress is white with black lace going over top of it. It has a plunging neckline and stops a few inches above her knees and is paired with a pair of strappy black heels. Her hair is in loose waves and her makeup is natural with blood red lips.

Maia is wearing a gold sequined dress that has a black overlay that stops around the waist in the front but travels down farther in the back. Her hair is curled into perfect curls that flow down just past her shoulders. Her makeup is also done naturally with just a hint of mascara.

We grab a few taxis, seeing as none of us want to drive home drunk. I'm in a taxi with the girls and the guys split up into groups of four once they get into the cars. Isabelle asks me for the details of what happened between me and Jace before, as she puts it, "I'm too drunk to remember what happened." Nice way to put it there, Iz, I think to myself.

So, this is how I end up telling her what happened outside of school, and everything about what happened in the kitchen.

"Oh my god," Izzy squeals in a voice so his that I cover my ears. "I knew you two would get together. I mean, it was just so obvious when he defended you on your first day of school, and the way you two look at each other."

"I hate to admit it, but Izzy is right, you two have chemistry. You guys are together all the time, and I have never seen Jace so serious about a girl before. You've got him so whipped it's not even funny," Maia says, and I blush, my hands clasping together to stop their fidgeting.

"I know he said he likes me, but I'm just scared of having my hair broken. I can't put myself through that again. It hurt like hell the first time through, but I don't even want to imagine having my heart broken by the hands of Jace." I say honestly, because in all truth, I like Jace a lot more than Brandon.

"I get what you mean, but I don't think Jace could hurt you if he wanted to," Maia says just as we pull up to Pandemonium. We get out and walk straight up to the bouncer. The guys follow closely behind. I smile a flirtatious smile at the bouncer and he lets our group in which makes the long line in front of him complain.

I walk straight to the bar, pushing my way past all of the sweaty bodies. I plop down on one of the stools and the bartender comes my way,

"What can I get for you, Chica?" The bartender flashes me a smile that I return.

"A shot of tequila would be great," I tell him, flashing him another smile, and he pours the drink and hands it over.

"So, what's your name?" He asks, and I can make out his Spanish accent. He has tan skin and dark hair, and is pretty cute.

"Clary, and yours?" I ask, leaning on the bar a bit.

"Raphael," he says, reaching his hand over the bar, and I meet him halfway there. "So, Clary tell me about yourself," he says, leaning over the bar as well.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"What do you like to do?"

"I draw and I play music,"

"Come on, what else do you do?"

"Well, you can't know all of my secrets," I tell him, and after downing my shot, I wink at him and walk away. I meet the cold stare of Jace. I know I'll have to face him eventually. Better sooner than later, right?

"Hey," I say, but he only glare at me in return. "What's your problem?" I ask. I know I'm being a tad bit forward, but my temper is getting shorter by the second.

"My problem," he seethes, "is that you were over there flirting with some guy when, not even a few hours ago, I told you I feel about you."

"And I told you how I feel. I really do like you, I was only having a little fun. Besides, I'm the one who walked away from him. I left because I do care about you, and I wasn't going to lead someone else on like that." I tell him my feelings on the situation because the alcohol was starting to take its toll on me – meaning that whatever I say is what I really feel.

Jace storms off, and my eyes can't help but follow him. He walks over to the bar and gets a few shots, downs them, and then walks over to the dance floor. He starts dancing with some blonde girl, and I can see in his eyes that the alcohol is affecting him.

I watch as he put his hands around the girl's waist – the same way he had done with me earlier – and kisses her. I know he's drunk, but that doesn't stop the pain. I feel fresh tears spring into my eyes and let them flow without any resistance.

I weave my way through the crowd expertly, but I run into something – or someone – a few feet away from the bar. I look up to see Brandon and quickly try to turn around, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. I thrash around in his grasp, trying to break free of his hold, but to no avail. He pulls me to a storage room.

My thrashing becomes more violent, but a sudden thought comes to me. I remember what Sebastian taught me and I focus on my breathing. I try and calm down, and Brandon seems to stop at the sudden change, giving me enough time to land a punch on his jaw.

I start to run but he's too quick and catches up to me, grabbing at my arm – exactly where he had grabbed me earlier that day – and I scream out in pain. He had only hurt me enough to cause pain, but I'm sure now that there will be a bruise tomorrow. He, once again, pulls me into the storage room, where he proceeds to hit me and tell me how worthless I am. It's like I'm that scared fifteen year old girl again – always terrified of what he'll do to me.

I hear the door handle move, but Brandon doesn't seem to notice. I yell for help, hoping whoever is on the other side of the door will help me. The door opens revealing Jonathan. He pauses in shock for a second before lunging at Brandon. I curl up on the ground, tuning out what I know is going on around me.

Someone comes and picks me up, and I look up to meet the Alec's blue eyes. I hide my face in his chest, the tears flowing. He carries me out of the club that I now have a growing hatred towards. I lift my head up and notice as the group follows Alec out the doors. I notice that Jace is farthest away from me, looking – no glaring – down at his feet.

We all get into the taxis and this time I'm with Alec, Jonathan, Sebastian and Jordan. It's probably not the safest thing I've ever done, but I can't really find it in myself to care. I don't know what they did with Brandon either. Right now, I'm just like a small, confused, little girl whose world has gone under.

Hey guys, long time no see. I have been writing this chapter for a while and I really like this chapter, excluding the whole Clace fight. Does anyone else like this chapter as much as I do? I'm going to stop asking for a certain amount of reviews per chapter, but I would like 150 reviews by the end of the story. Also, EXCITING NEWS, my thirteenth birthday is coming up on November 13. So, if you would like, leave me a bunch of reviews as a birthday present.

I had planned to update this on Monday, but decided to add more, then on Tuesday the school had to delete all the files on my computer, I was going to get them back tomorrow but didn't go to school, so I had to wait until today.

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With love, my darlings. Until next time.