I shake my head, "I-" I close my eyes.

'Yes!' I want to say, 'Yes, I completely understand,'

But I can't.

"I don't know what you are talking about." I say, keeping my eyes shut as I rest my head against the wall.

"Want to know what I think?" He asks.

"What?" I say, opening my eyes and looking at him.

He looks at me, "I think you do know what I mean," He pauses, "It's just you don't trust me, and you don't think I am a good enough person." He sighs, "And I get that-"

"Jace-"

"But if you could just admit that you feel the same way-"

"Jace!" I say louder.

"What?" He asks, turning to me.

"How do you even know if I feel the same way or not?" I say, looking away.

"Put your hand on your heart." He says.

"What?" I ask, "Why?"

"Just do it." I look at him as he says this.

"A-Alright." I put my left hand on my heart.

"Can you feel it beating?" He asks.

"Yes," I respond, rolling my eyes, "What is this for-"

I pause as he takes my hand.

I hold in a gasp.

My heart speeds up slightly.

"Feel anything?" He asks.

"N-No." I lie, biting my lip.

He lets go of my hand.

"Hm." He says, "How about now?"

He leans in, his face coming closer to mine.

I feel my cheeks begin to burn.

And I feel my heart speed up.

I jump up, coming off the bed and I put my hand to my side.

"That would happen to any girl." I say.

"See?" He says, smiling slightly.

"That doesn't mean anything." I swallow.

He stands up, "Are you serious?" He says.

I flinch.

"Stop-" I start.

"No." He says, "Clary, you know that I like you."

I look away from him.

"And you know that you like me too." He looks at me, "And you won't even admit it?"

"Jace..." I look at him, "I-I'm scared to!"

"There is nothing to be afraid of." He says softly.

"I don't want... I don't want it to happen again." I look down.

"Clary..." He walks over to me so that he is right in front of me, "I would never do that to you."

I look up at him, "How can you be so sure?"

"Clary..." He says, "All I want to do is protect you. From the moment I saw you." He pauses, "I messed with you so that I could at least stay close to you, and at least have some type of a relationship with you, weather it be you hating me or loving me."

My gaze flickers down to the ground.

"Do you trust me?" He asks me.

"Of course I do." I murmur.

"Then can you at least admit it?" He pleads.

"I-" I bite my lip, "I like you, too."

Shoot. I am loosing my skills.

I am really sorry that the story is bad now.

I feel like it sucks,

I'm not even going to attempt to edit it, so I am posting it when I am finished typing.

Which is right now.

Until Next Time,

xoxo