Guest who wants Val to know that Jace was one of Clary's bullies- once Valentine wakes up and is out of hospital, we will have a father-daughter moment, where Clary tells him that and then Valentine hasa conversation with jace.

Blair- Damn, what you mad fo? Maybe you didn't get it or maybe I lacked in explaining Clary's emotions but Clary is only talking to Jace because of her dad. Meaning, she wants her dad happy, so she is willing to interact with Jace. This doesn't mean that she has forgiven him or forgot about the nurse incident. It will come later. Also, Jace calling Jordan poor, Clary will confront him for that maybe in chapter 11. You just need to be patient. If you don't like this you can suggest something better or ion know.

Bookwormmovielover: Thank you for standing up and explaining to Blair. Really appreciate it.

Guest who doesn't want me to stop writing- I will not stop writing just because someone doesn't like it. Don't worry. I am glad my writing is a happy place for you.

Keep in mind that Jace is still a hoe! He does like Clary but can't seem to resist other girls. I know it sounds weird but don't worry once they sign the contact, clary will get him in check.

I'm glad, you guys are enjoying this story.


Clary POV:

I was back at the hospital to visit my dad. When mom called and told me that Dad has woken up from his coma, I was ecstatic. I had rushed to the hospital to meet him.

"Dad!" I walk into his room and hug him furiously.

"Hey Clary, how are you?"

"Just fine. How about you? You feeling better now?" I ask worriedly.

"I am fine. I will be coming home tomorrow." I nod and the doctor comes in.

"Good morning, Mr. Morgenstern. How we feeling today?" The doctor asks cheerfully and asks me to leave.

My phone dinged and it was Jordan asking for when he can pick me up.

I walk over to my mom and ask her if she was staying with dad.

"Yeah, I will stay. Although, I do need to go home to change."

"Okay, do you want me to drop you home? Luke is still here."

"No. I'll go later. Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, I met my old friend yesterday and we decided to catch up." I inform her. Mom is looking around and spots Luke.

"Alright, be careful," she tells me and I nod.


I go home and change out of my pajamas. It was 11 am and there was slightly chilly outside. I decided on wearing some black Adidas leggings, a white Vogue hoodie and my black and white Vans.

After putting my hair in a bun and applying some mascara and perfume, I was ready.

Clary: Hey Jordan, I am ready. do you wanna pick me up now? I texted Jordan. I scrolled through my texts and saw that I hadn't replied to Jace.

Jace: o

What the hell? O? really. Last night, when Jace texted me I was kind of confused and angry. Confused because I didn't know how he got my number and why he was texting me. I was angry because how dare he text me! When he said, he wanted to hang out with me. Like, hell I will. I haven't forgotten what he has done. I know I am ignoring it but I just can't seem to care. My only focus is my dad.

C: Yehhhhh. I rather hang out with him than you. I text Jace.

Jordan had replied back and said that he was waiting outside. I quickly grabbed my bag and walked out.

"Claryyyy, wassup?" Jordan says as I enter his car.

"Hey." I laugh.

"You ready?" I nod and we were off.

"Where we going?"

"You'll see," He tells me and I groan.

About 10 minutes later, we reached a clearing. Jordan parked the car and grabbed something from the back and we walk to a hill. After a lot of tripping and laughing we had reached the top.

"Why here?" I ask him.

"I dunno. I found this place a couple days ago and wanted to share it with you." He sits down and looks out the view. I sit with him. My feet dangling from the edge. I take a deep breath and relax my shoulders.

Looking over to Jordan, he was rolling a blunt. I smirk at him and close my eyes.

I can smell the familiar smell of weed. Jordan takes a drag and passes the joint to me. I take a long drag and hold the smoke in before letting it go. It's been long. Too long since I did this. I like the familiar burn and the taste.

We smoke in silence, cherishing the peacefulness. It is quiet up here. I could feel my body begin to relax and my head was turning hazy. We had already smoked 3 blunts and we were on the forth one when my phone started to ring. It's Jace. Instead of answering I decline it and switch my phone off.

Jordan raises an eyebrow at me and I shake my head.

"Clary. What's wrong? And don't say nothing." He warns.

I sigh and tell him everything. From the phone call in Spain to yesterday. He already knew about Jace and his bullying. When I told him about the contract he laughed.

"Well your life is…fucked?" he says, raising an eyebrow. I laugh at that.

"Yeah. Tell me about it," I take another drag. "If it makes my dad happy, I'll do it."

"You're a good daughter, Clare."

"How did I get here?" Jordan looks at me. "I mean, from rehab to here. From being a depressed little soul. How did I become this."

"And what do you mean by this?"

"This girl. Sometimes I just look at myself and feel proud, ya know. I can't believe how much I have changed. In high school, no matter what I wore, I always got called ugly. I suffered through so many things that are just so hard to forget. When I left New York, I thought I would never see anyone again. Or even if I did, I would just coward away like I always did. Now, seeing Jace. I just have this sick feeling. This urge to make him suffer.

"I want him to beg me for forgiveness. So many people have told me to just forgive and let it go. Free myself of these memories but I can't. sorry is not enough. Sorry will never be enough. I want him to pay. I want to forgive, I do. But not so easily." By the time I finish we had finished another blunt.

This shit is too good. I take another drag and then another.

"I get you. I know you wanna forgive. And I know you are also trying to give him a chance to redeem himself."

I laugh and lay down. "Jordan, I don't know what to do. Jace…he I don't know."

For some reason I want to talk about him. I want to let it all out but I can't seem to find the right words. Jordan lays sown next to me and says, "What is it?"

"It's just he says he's changed. But he's not. He thinks I don't notice. We met 3 or 4 days ago and in the last two days, he has given me enough reasons to not trust him. I know he was fucking a nurse.

"I'm not stupid. I could practically smell sex on him. Then, he goes around calling you poor and I don't like it. I'm only doing this for my dad." I repeat myself over and over. I am only doing this for my dad.

"You should give him a try," Jordan says and I look at him in disbelief.

"I mean, give him a chance. Make him work for your forgiveness."

"That's what I am planning on doing. I will not forgive him this easily."


We stayed at the hill for almost the whole day. When the sun started to go down, we decided to go home. I was high out of my mind. I was feeling giddy and out of my mind.

Jordan dropped me home and I walk in.

"Why were you not picking up your phone? Where were you Clary?" Jace asks.

I look at him with wide eyes.

"Bro. How did you get in my house?" I ask him.

"First of all, I am not your bro. Second, I let myself in considering that I am your soon-to-be- fiancé." I groan at that.

"Don't say that!" Ugh. Why did I say yes to him.

I start to walk away from him but Jace grabs my arm.

"OW!" I clutch my arm.

"You hurt me!" I say with tears in my eyes. I know I'm over reacting but it's the weed taking over my body.

"I'm sorry Clary. But.." he sniffs me. "Did you... Did you smoke weed? " he asks angrily.

"What are you talking about?" I really want him to leave because he is ruining my mood.

"You know what I mean." his eyes are glaring at me.

"Leave Jace. I don't want you here. You are ruining my high!" I yell at him and shove him towards the door.

"No. I wanna talk."

"Yeah, but I don't want to," I ask him to leave again but he just stands there.

"Jace, leave!"

"No Clary. I don't want my soon-to-be fiancé smoking weed with other dudes!" He yells, furious.

This makes me mad. Very mad. "Oh yeah! I don't want my soon-to-be fiancé fucking other girls!"

This makes him quiet.

"You think I am dumb?" I continue "I saw you with that nurse! But did I say anything? NO because that is none of my business. Just like it's none of your business to question who or why I smoke weed with. We have not signed the contract yet. we are still nothing. So please do me a favor and leave."

"Soon Clary, very soon we will sign the contract and then you will be mine."

"Gee, possessive much? Mine your ass," I tell him. I will never be his.

"Uh huh. I plan on making you mine, Pepper," I snort at that. Yeah. Right. "We are signing the contract tomorrow. I'll text you the details." He walked closer to me and kissed my forehead. I push him away and furiously wipe my forehead.

"Bye baby." He laughs and walks towards the door. I remove my shoe and chuck it at him. It hits him in the head.

"Really?" he turns around holding his head.

I turn around and walk to my room rolling another blunt.


Sorry this is short. I have work to do. Sorry if you don't like Clary smoking. Leave a review!

Next Chapter is signing the contract.