Jace's POV

Clary came out of the locker room back in skinny jeans and a white v-neck. She walked over to me and stood beside me glaring at the floor.

"So, how was practice?" I said, a half mocking, half pure curiosity. Clary looked up at me with her bright green eyes that were filled with child-like stubbornness. "They want me to be cheerful." She said, glumly.

"Oh no! How horrible!" I said, sarcastically and Clary glared. "Shut up, Jace!" I laughed, but stopped nonetheless.

"So, you ready to go to my house? Izzy and Alec already left, and Magnus and Simon text and said they were already there." I said, pulling out my phone.

"I want to go to the gym!" Clary exclaimed, suddenly causing me to turn my head. "The gym?" I asked, perplexed. Clary looked at me. "The gym. Where I fight, or practice fighting. You don't have to come, I rode my bike. I can meet all of you later at your house." Clary said, quickly.

"I'll come with you, plus Izzy and Alec already left and I do not feel like taking a cab by myself." I said, smiling at Clary. She smiled back and walked out to the parking lot and pulled me with her.

"Get on the back. By the way we have to run to my house, so I can change." Clary said, and swung her leg over gracefully. She was about to start the bike, but I stopped her. "Can I drive?" I asked, grinning as her eyes widened.

"Um..." She stutters out. "Come on, I'm a great driver." I said, and walked over to her. She still looked hesitant. "Please?" I said, smiling and she pushed herself back making room for me in the front and I grinned.

I swung my leg over and started the bike feeling it thrum to life underneath me. I looked back at Clary and she raised her eyebrows at me, I laughed and grabbed her hands putting them on my abdomen. Her hands felt delicate, but I knew the truth. I knew that she could put me on my ass in less that five seconds if she felt the desire too. And I loved-liked- that about her.

Clary's POV

Jace laughed and grabbed my hands putting them on his abdomen, and I almost froze. His hands were rough, but gentle.

This was never supposed to happen. I was never supposed to care again. I promised myself that after everything that had happened I would never care about anyone except Simon and Magnus.

I let Izzy, Alec, and Jace into my life. I was an idiot.

I never wanted to be Izzy's friend. I never wanted Alec to treat me like I was his little sister. I never wanted Jace to... understand me. But as he laughed I felt the muscles under his shirt ripple as he laughed and started to drive out of the parking, I couldn't bring myself to want to not be his friend anymore.

Because, now I cared again, and caring hurts more than not caring at all.

Jace's POV

I drove towards Clary's place, so she could change and parked the bike. Clary dropped her arms from where they were resting around my torso, and I suddenly felt cold. I swung my leg over the bike and got off with Clary following.

Clary walked into her building and went upstairs unlocking the loft. I couldn't help but notice the way she walked, light but sure with her hips swaying slightly...

She opened the door and ushered me inside. "You wait here, while I go change." Clary said, walking towards her room. I looked around the loft. Not much had changed since the last time I was here. I walked towards the coffee table and picked up the book that was sitting there. It was the first Harry Potter. Gingerly, I opened the worn cover and looked at the inside. In the far left corner the initials were scrawled in spidery lettering to form three letters, JCM.

I heard Clary walking down the hall, and sat the book down in its original place. Clary walked in wearing an emerald green sports bra and tight capri training pants with a light black jacket open it. My eyes trained down her body against my will, but luckily Clary didn't seem to notice.

She walked over to the door obviously expecting me to follow. We went down the stairs and I glanced at the neighbor's door where someone had placed a vase of roses.

"I hope you don't think you get to drive twice in a row, because now its my turn." Clary said, swinging her leg over the bike and sitting down, not waiting for me to respond. I swung my leg over and sat behind her. Hesitantly, I place my arms around her, resting on her smooth bare waist.

Clary wordlessly started the bike and drove in the direction of what I assume to be her gym. We arrived at a large run down Chinese restaurant. Clary stopped the bike.

"Are we getting Chinese?" I asked, my arms still around her waist. "Nope. This is the gym. The Chinese restaurant closed down years ago. Come on I'll show you." Clary said, and I let my arms slide off her waist so she could stand up.

We got off the bike and walked inside. Once inside I could see the gym as it was. There were mat set up all over the gym punching bags hung up at random intervals, weight lifting sets in the back, and other equipment placed without pattern around the place.

"Clary!" We heard someone behind us yell, and we turned around to see who it was. A few feet behind us were three guys. The boy who had called Clary was a short, Spanish boy who looked about 14 or fifteen. Beside him was a taller guy who had a long scar running down his cheek. He was standing next to Jordan?

Clary hugged Jordan and the younger boy, and smiled at the boy with scar and he grinned in return. I couldn't help the small twist of jealousy I felt run through me. "So, Clary is this you boyfriend?" The younger boy said, with a faint Spanish accent looking at curiously. Clary turned around and looked at me. "No, this is Jace. He's my friend. Jace, this is Raphael, Bat, and you already know Jordan." She said, introducing me.

I nodded to them and they nodded back except Jordan who glanced between Clary and I grinning. I glared.

"So, Clary what are you two doing here?" Jordan asked, as we all walked to sit down on one of the empty mats. "Well I was suppose to be going over to Jace's place with Simon and Magnus, but after cheer-leading practice I needed something that made me feel less girly." Clary said, as if cheer-leading was the worst thing ever.

"Cheer-leading? Since when are you a cheerleader?!" Raphael shouted, looking at Clary as if she had gone mad. "Oh, shut it Raphael. It was a dare." Clary said, punching Raphael lightly in the arm.

"Did Magnus dare you to do it?" Bat asked, laughing loudly at the idea of Clary being considered girly. "No. This asshat did." Clary said, looking over at me glaring. I winked at Clary in response. They all laughed, and stood up saying they should get back to training.

"I should train too. We can leave in an hour, and go to your place." Clary said, taking off her jacket and throwing it at me. I caught it in one hand laughing as she frowned when she saw it didn't hit me. I smiled at her and she smiled back before walking off to train with Bat.

I sat there watching as Bat threw a punch towards Clary and she blocked it expertly. This went on for a few minutes before Clary got bored and retaliated by throwing a punch towards Bat's face. It hit him in the jaw knocking his head back. Clary taking advantage of his moment of weakness sent a kick to his stomach effectively knocking him backwards. He fell to the ground and Clary pinned him down with her hands, and after a few failed attempt to get her to loosen her grip he gave up.

Jordan came and sat down beside me following my gaze towards Clary. He laughed and I barely glanced over at him. His face went serious all of a sudden. He stared at me and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

"What?" I asked, glancing away from Clary and towards him. "Shit. You like her. Like really like her." Jordan said, as if he discovered some new life form. "I thought we talked about this earlier." I said, annoyed and perplexed that he was bringing this up again. "No, I thought you liked her, but you're-you're in love with her. Aren't you?" Jordan asked.

"Wha-what- makes you think that?" I asked, looking down at my shoes with feigned interest. I loved her, I knew that. I knew that no matter how much I denied it that I loved her.

"I couldn't see it earlier. I see it now. You are actually in love with her. Damn, I never thought I would see the day." Jordan said, and I glanced at him in confusion. "See the day for what?" I asked. "For someone to fall in love with Clary." Jordan said, looking at Clary who was punching one of the bags.

"Why is it surprising that someone would love Clary. She beautiful, sexy, smart, and strong. What guy in his right mind wouldn't love Clary?" I asked, with a mix of emotions running through me.

"No its not that. You love Clary even though you have no idea who she is. You only see a small portion of who Clary is and you already love her. I'm afraid to see you once you get to see all of who Clary is." Jordan said, and I laughed without humor.

"Clary will never tell me what happened. She doesn't trust me enough, I don't think." I said, looking back at the ground. "If Clary didn't trust you then she would have never talked to you." Jordan said. I was about to respond when Clary came up her hair damp from where she had taken a shower.

"They have showers here?" I asked, without meaning to. "Yeah the owner of the restaurant lived here when the place was open." Clary said, grabbing her jacket from its place beside me and putting it on.

"Are you ready to go?" She asked, looking at me. I nodded in response. Clary gave Jordan a half smile and a short goodbye before walking out the door. I looked back at Jordan before I went off and he smiled and winked. I 'kindly' flipped him off.

"You can drive." Clary said, before she got on the bike. I nodded and slid on in front. I started the bike and drove to my house.

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