A month and a half later

Jace POV

Development of the new album has been coming along great. All of my parts were the first ones to be tracked which left everyone else to try and figure out their parts around mine and the lyrics. Take that bitches, stuck in that hot and stuffy recording studio while I got to go out and do promotions. Well that and party, my party game was well on point. I'm back to my old self again.

It probably took a total of a week and a half to get over her. Then Max got me drunk, threw a raging party, I hooked up with a chick and mended my broken heart. The bad boy was back baby. Except being the only free one and founder of the band meant that I was the one that had to talk to the label in person the most. And the fucking label happened to be all the way over in England.

Well, this might just be the perfect time to make a visit to Miss Clary Morgenstern. Let's see if there is anything that I can do to make her happy again. Or at least not pissed off at me anymore. Come on plane, lets get this show on the fucking road. Or the sky, you all know what I meant by that. Look out England, your favorite bad boy is coming back home.

Clary POV

It's honestly depressing that the only time that we really get to see cute boys is when we do sports and the boys academy next to ours is out there as well. And we don't even look because we are doing stupid soccer drills and we were fucking sweaty. And if you finally were able to get one of the boys attention, then you had to find way to meet up and places to meet.

And let me tell you,there were only two places to go, the boys room or under the bleachers. With going to their room is roomates barging in on you. And don't even get me started on the bleachers. One incident of gravel burn and you will immediately stop going under the bleachers. I still don't know how some of these girls can get wit some of these guy and not have scratches or bruises.

Before you guys start to think I'm a whore, I still haven't lost my virginity. There are only a handful of girls that have lost it here it was to their long time boyfriends. Either that or they were just the dirty girls of the academy. And I refused to lower myself to their level.

But sadly, most guys don't know how to work the female body. You could at least put in a little effort to making us feel good. You have yourself figured out, five minutes of research will not kill you boys. And we know you watch porn, so you should know this stuff already. I'm sick and tired of waddling back to my dorm to finish myself off. You have more testosterone than me, but it to use. Use it or lose it.

Luckily, Izzy was out somewhere. Most likely was out shopping or at the the spa getting her toes. That is something that the girl can't get enough of. I swear she probably has a chair reserved for her at the salon. But all things aside, she was gone and I could fix myself because boys didn't know how to do all things aside, she was gone and I could fix myself because boys didn't know how to do it.

I Strip off my garment excluding my underwear and gently lowered myself onto the bed. My hands slowly dragged over my breast. I slipped my hand around my back and unclasp my bra and yank it off. My other hand trailed slowly across my breast and plucked one of my nipples between my fingers. I hissed at my action, that last boy, Aaron, needs to know the difference between nibbling and biting. I swear that he was trying to draw blood.

"Awe did that last boy bite a little too hard, Clare bear? Last time I remember you, you haven't even been kissed and now you are sneaking back to your room and finishing yourself off. My oh my how six months can change a person." I knew that voice, how the fuck did he get here? How the fuck did he know that I was here? I turned my head there was that blond headed bastard.

"Get the hell out of here Jace. I thought that I made it very clear that I didn't want to see you ever again." I pulled my comforter up over my body, trying to hide it from him. Just because some people could see my body, doesn't mean that all of them have a free show to it. And Jace would never get the pass to see it anymore than he already did.

"Well don't get modest now. Go on and finish, or are you a little starstruck like the first time that we meet. I still remember that little pimpy preteen. Now look at you, your womanly figure sure has blossomed out beautifully since the last time that I saw you. Again, six months can do wonders." he said raising his eyebrow up.

"Jace, get out NOW," I said through gritted teeth, "Stand outside the door and I will let you in a couple of minutes. If not, I will have security called on you and make sure that it is all over the media. I don't think that the band will like having the title of child predators on their shoulders because of you."

"Oh, you big baby. I'm sure that it is a sight that other guys have seen before. So what is the difference with me? Is it because you actually know me or do you still have feelings for me? That would put a knot in this little reunion now wouldn't it. If it is true, then I feel like I have to at least help you finish off." He rose from the chair.

"Don't you take a step closer. I that I'm asking is that you give me a few minutes to get redressed. And if you don't want to leave, just turn your back and don't look. If you have any respect you will turn you back. Please." After taking a couple of seconds, he did turn halfway around. At least it was something. I quickly pulled the rest of my outfit back on and cleared my throat.

"You can turn around now. So what exactly are you doing here Jace? Why are you showing up now instead of when I left the country? Why are you doing this to me now when I'm happy with my life?"

"Well honestly I'm here on business with the record company to show the work on the newest albums. I came here to make sure that you weren't in some crackwhore house. Which it seems that you are pretty close to despite the high reviews that comes from parents of the school. Perhaps because the students don't tell them the context of what exactly goes on within the walls of this place." he said slowly turning round and sitting on the corner of my bed.

"You know what it was like to be teenager with all of the raging hormones. And for your information on an earlier comment, I still haven't had my first kiss or lost my virginity. Like I would let any of those scumbags at that preparatory have it. I have kept the same morales that I had when I was dating you."

"Well isn't that peachy. It still makes me twitch a little bit that someone has managed to work you up that wasn't me. But by the looks of things, it seems like you know how to handle yourself if the boys can't do it themselves."

"I don't let them finish me most of the time. I don't think that it is their job to do that. I would rather do it myself and get it done right, rather than having to worry about them messing it up. Most boys tend to not be reliable on the takes that they are held accounted for." I hope you feel that slapp for the next week.

"Oh well Clare bear finally found her bite. I'm happy for you. I don't have to jump in and save you from bullies or paparazzi anymore."

"I never asked for you to save me in the first place. I was dealing with her before you came along and I was doing just fine. Now were you only here to harass me or is there some secret reason that you were here?" This boy was getting on my nerves. I was perfectly fine in saving myself, I did it all of the time.

"Yes there was. You and me are going to dinner tonight, eight thirty sharp. be in front of the school or I will drag your butt out here. Dress the same as our first date. And you will be having a glass or two of wine. This was partially ordered by your mom."

"You talked to my mother?" Well isn't that a shocker.

"I asked her where you were so that I could try and make things right. This is me making things better. Plus she was concerned about you because you haven't talked to her in two weeks. Please call her when you get the chance, she seems a little stressed out."

"I will call her when you leave. See you later Jace. And if I'm being forced to do this then you better be paying for my food."

"Don't I always. Eight thirty sharp missy and be classy." Aren't I always, except for behind closed doors.