Okay….so this chapter I am determined to write some Jon into this! I'm really sorry about the Malec break up, I just knew it had to happen at some point! But do not fear, dear readers, Alec will be happy!

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Clary POV

It's early morning, and I'm lying on the sofa. Jace and Will are both 'out', and Tessa's gone to the hospital with Jem to have a check-up. Izzy has gone on yet another date with Simon, so I'm wonderfully alone. I snap open my laptop and gaze at the blank screen monotonously. I open a window and start checking my facebook account. I can see that Amatis is online, and I feel a grin spread over my face.

Clary: Hi!

Amatis: Hey Clare-bear!

She's the only one that's allowed to call me that.

Clary: So, how's your weekend going?

Amatis: Just great. U?

Clary: Yeah. I have some boy problems.

Amatis: TELL ME EVERYTHING!

Clary: There's this guy. Me and him kissed a while ago, but I think he only did that to wind me up. I have feelings for him, but everyone's telling me I shouldn't. I think he likes me, but I'm not sure.

I don't know why I just spilled this out, but me and Amatis are so close it doesn't matter.

Amatis: Jace Herondale?

Clary: Yeh. How'd u know?

Amatis: He's Stephen's son.

I smack my head in frustration. How did I not remember that?

Clary: I'm sorry... :(

Amatis: No, no, it's fine. Joceleyn told me he was a lady-killer, and that you moved in with the family.

Clary: Yeh. Help?

Amatis: He probably dates a load of sluts, right?

Clary: Mmmhmmm

Amatis: You've gotta show him you're not a slut, and that he can't treat you like one. Show him that you are just as much fun to be around as they are, and above all DO NOT LET HIM TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU. If you're friends are telling you don't, but you want to, you've got to persuade them as well.

Clary: How'd I do that?

Amatis: Smile. Laugh. Flirt, a little bit. Hang out with other guys, show him what he's missing. Be funny, and nice. Ignore him if he's rude to you. Dress nicely, but not 'too' nicely. Wink wink. :)

Clary: How'd you know all this stuff?

Amatis: He's just like Stephen.

Uhhh. I'm such a nitwit.

Clary: Thank you. Love you. Gtg, xxx

Amatis: Love you too, baby. xxx

Amatis Garroway has signed off.

Shouldn't be too tough, should it?

Jace POV

The bell will ring soon, please god. I hate French, not just because he's Clary's Dad, but because he's an asshole. He can't teach us, he's used to teaching in a private school to students who actually give a damn. He gives us detentions frequently, because he's used to such a high standard. Clearly he's never met us before.

"Jace? Repetez-Vous?" Even his voice annoys me.

"Uh. Um, pardon? Je…ai…bad hearing?" I know it sound feeble, even to me.

"Vraiment? Ce sera une autre détention, Monsieur Herondale." I got the gist of it.

"Sir, please…" I can feel anger welling up, but I push it back down and swallow.

"Talking back? That's another detention." He folds his arms over his perfect suit, and his smug smile makes me want to slap his sun-bed tanned skin.

He hates me so much, and I've no idea why. "Mr Morgenstern! That's not fair, I haven't done anything wrong." My temper speaks for me. His eyes darken with anger, and his cheeks turn a brighter red.

"That is enough, Mr Herondale. I will speak to the headmaster and you will be thrown out of this school, if I have my way. Good riddance." The bell goes, for most people it is salvation, but for me it means an hour of french verbs. I look at Alec, whose skin is pale and his eyes sullen. Magnus sits at a different end of the classroom talking to a boy next to him. Alec's eyes are following Magnus's smirk like a hawk would its prey. "Stay behind."

"Papa, please." My head whips around to see Clary gazing at her father. "This is unreasonable."

"Go home, Clarissa."

"No!" She's so stubborn. Mr Morgenstern sighs, as if conceding to a force greater than him.

"Clary, come on. I'm sure your mother will want to see you." He smiles widley, but it makes me cringe. By now, the majority of the class have shuffled out leaving me, Izzy, Simon and Clary.

"You know she doesn't." Clary warns. "Anyway, I'm not living with her anymore."

He looks shocked. "Why? What- look, this is not the conversation to have in front of Jonathan Herondale." He turns back to me.

"I'm not leaving until you let him come away." Clary stands her ground. "With me."

"Right. Just this once, I will let all four of you leave." Clary sighs happily and turns to leave. "Can I just have a word with you, Jace?" He says it so softly she doesn't hear.

"Sure." I'm so pleased at my escape I forget to be rude.

He leans close to me and hisses into my ear: "Stay away from my daughter."

We're walking out of the school doors, the four of us, with Simon and Izzy together and me and Clary in front. We stand awkwardly side-by-side, not knowing what to say. I was just chatting to Izzy when Simon screams out:

"Clary!"

I jump around and see Clary running across the road, her red hair streaming behind her. Cars are forced to slam on their brakes, but she carries on regardless. We sprint to the road, and cross it to see Clary suffocating a tall blond boy. When I look closer, I can see he has bright green eyes just like Clary.

"Jonathan?" I say in disbelief. Clary's sobbing into his chest, and he hugs her tightly. It's such a touching reunion that I feel like we should leave.

"Oh, Jon. You're alright." Clary seems to be whispering in between sniffles. Jon is grinning, showing pristine white teeth. He certainly doesn't look like a junkie.

"Hi." Jon says. He's preoccupied with his little sister, so he whispers into her hair: "Clare-bear? You 'kay?" She nods and disentangles herself from him. He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her closer to him.

"I can't believe this." Simon mutters.

"Jace?" I'm startled. "Jace Herondale, is that really you?" Jonathan fist punches me, and we all start laughing.

"I'm sorry, how much am I missing?" I realise Isabelle is the only one who has no idea what's going on. She probably thinks he some stalker.

"I'm Clary's older brother, Jon." He takes Izzy's hand and kisses it seductively. "Enchante."

"Well, that's great and everything." Izzy hastily pulls her hand from his grasp. "But where the hell have you been the last year?" She's so untactful. I guess it's a Lightwood thing.

"I got into a bad place." Izzy rolls her eyes. This is every eighteen year-old's story. "And I got taken to prison for two months, for joy riding, shop lifting and drug dealing. I was only a kid so they couldn't hold me for long. Then I was sent to rehab, where they beat it out of me." Clary subconsciously hugs him closer. "But I'm fine now, and that's all that matters." He said firmly.

"Right." Simon is clearly not too happy with Jon, I guess it's because he left Clary, when she needed him and also because he's flirting with his girlfriend.

"I'm just so glad you're back!" Clary bursts out. "We can all be together again!"

"Yeah." Jon says happily.

There you go, my beauties! I'm breaking up for my christmas holidays on tuesday, so I guess I'll be free to do more fanfic then!

See you!

Oh, btw, keep shouting out characters. In fact, shout out anything you want to happen in this story, I might work it in!

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