Hey! I told y'all I'd update again. Anyway, first I want to give a shout out to my one of my favorite reviewers, .dream30. I mean I love each and every one of y'all equally but they give such detailed reviews for every single chapter that make me smile. But like I said, I love all of my Angels the same and I love every comment I get, y'all are great. Here's the next chapter.

CLARY'S POV

"Alright, Simon, truth or dare?" Isabelle asked turning to the boy. They had been playing this game for two hours now. Clary had no idea how they hadn't run out of ideas yet.

"Umm, truth," Simon answered. He, like most of them, had been flopping between choosing truth and choosing dare for the most part. His last dare had been from Magnus and it had been to let Izzy put eyeliner on him and to wear it for the rest of the night. He hadn't washed it off yet.

"Okay," Isabelle bit her lip as she thought of something. "What was the most embarrassing thing you remember Clary doing as a child?"

"Hey!" Clary protested. "This is supposed to be about him, not me."

"Now now," Jace said grinning. "Let him answer the question." Clary scowled at him before turning back to Simon. She raised her eyebrows expectantly and waited for him to answer.

"This is difficult," Simon said. "I mean Clary did a lot of stuff..." He paused for a moment before clapping his hands together and turning to Izzy. "Alright, so when we were around 8 Clary went through this very... interesting phase." Simon began with a smile. "So she used to pretend that she was on a reality tv show and would sometimes randomly turn to an imaginary camera and narrate what was going on. It was pretty awkward when she would start talking crap about people."

Isabelle and the others burst out laughing while Clary's cheeks grew red and she continued to scowl. After she calmed down though Isabelle turned to Simon and shook her head. "That's not nearly embarrassing enough, you've got to have a better story than that."

"No no no," Clary said. "You asked for a story and he gave you one. No more."

"Technically she asked for the most embarrassing thing you did as a child," Magnus pointed out. "Which means that Isabelle is the judge of what is and is not embarrassing."

Clary rolled her eyes and slumped back in the couch as Simon thought up another story. "Okay, I think this one is good. When we were 5 Clary wanted so badly to look like her mom that she stole a bunch of her clothes and her makeup and put it on. She was wearing a pair of heels about 7 sizes too big for her, a shirt as a dress, her face was covered in bright red lipstick and purple eyeshadow, and to top it all off she actually put on one of Jocelyn's bras over the shirt."

Clary buried her face in her hands as everyone began to laugh again. "I hate you so much." Her voice was muffled but she was pretty sure she was loud enough that Simon and the others heard her.

"Alright I'll settle with that story," Isabelle giggled. "Simon it's your turn now."

"Jace," Simon said immediately and turned to the golden boy. "Truth or dare?"

Everybody knew what Jace's response would be before he even opened his mouth. So far every time he had been asked he chose dare. "Dare." Yup...

"Of course," Simon sighed but he had an evil twinkle in his eye. "This one involves going outside." A grin grew on Simon's face and he leaned forward in his seat. "You're going to go down to the park, head over to the lake, and touch a duck."

"What?" Jace squeaked. Actually squeaked and Clary had to stifle her laugh.

"You heard me," Simon leaned forward more and narrowed his eyes. "Touch. The. Duck."

"Shit," Alec said. "And I thought Jace was the cruel one."

Simon shrugged and leaned back into the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest. "You've got a choice Jace, you can touch the duck or you can take a chicken. But do you really want to take a chicken?"

Jace scowled at Simon but looked like he was fighting with himself over what to do. Before he could respond Isabelle intervened. "Wait, Jace, we'll give you an option." She whispered into Simon's ear and after a moment he nodded and shrugged.

"Alright you can either touch the duck or you can answer this question," Simon said and Jace looked slightly relieved but also a little worried. "Why have you been so obsessed with love lately?"

Jace's eyes flicked from Simon to Isabelle to Clary and back to Simon. He then gave Simon a knowing look who simply responded with a sorry shrug. Jace ran his hands through his hair and then hopped off of the chair. "Looks like I'm touching a duck, anyone that wants to watch can follow but I swear to god if I see one phone I will break your arm."

A couple hours later everybody was passed out in various parts of the dorm room. Isabelle was stretched out on the couch with her feet on Clary, Simon was on the floor leaning against the couch, Alec was just on the floor, Clary was pretty sure that Jon had fallen asleep on top of the island in the kitchen, Magnus was also on the floor, and Jace was in the chair. Clary wasn't able to fall asleep though. Her mind kept wandering making it difficult for her to actually rest.

She looked around at her friends and smiled. She was actually really lucky to have all of them. Before her only true friend had been Simon but now she had five more really great people in her life. Six if she included the unknown 'soulmate'. She frowned at the thought of him. He still hadn't written back and she knew that she shouldn't be overly emotional about it but she couldn't help it.

Isabelle stirred in her sleep and one of her feet landed next to Clary's face. Clary pushed her friend's foot away and laughed quietly as she hung half off the couch. She shook her head at the girl and shifted a little so that Isabelle wasn't totally on top of her.

"Clary," Jace spoke out of nowhere. Clary had thought he was asleep like the others but sure enough, when she looked over at him she could see the whites of his eyes. His voice was soft as not to disturb the others.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Clary said and she was slightly worried, Jace's tone was extremely serious although also tired.

"The weekend after Simon visited the first time and we all played Never Have I Ever, where did you go?"

Clary looked down at her lap and fiddled with her own hands. She knew exactly what weekend he was talking about. The one where she left to visit her parents. She just didn't know why he was asking. "Why?"

"Just, please answer honestly. You left for the weekend, where did you go?"

"I went to visit my mom and dad."

"Oh." His voice was small, far quieter than it had been a moment ago but Clary still heard him.

"Jace, why do you ask?" Clary looked up again but she could no longer see the whites of his eyes and his breaths were even.

JACE'S POV

The next morning Jace had taken a shower and come back out to the kitchen to see that everybody was gone except for Clary. She was sitting at the table looking at her arm and a pang of guilt went through Jace. He cleared his throat before walking fully into the room and Clary looked up startled.

"Where's everybody else?" Jace wondered aloud as he went to get some breakfast.

"Magnus and Simon left. Jon is getting dressed. Alec and Izzy started arguing about something so they left to find out who was right." Clary answered.

"What were they arguing about?" Jace asked suddenly very interested.

Clary shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure. I think it had something to do with their little brother. I honestly have no idea."

"Oh Max," Jace realized. "I haven't talked to that kid in a while. I wonder how's he doing." As Jace spoke he noticed that Clary had gone back to staring at her arm. He tapped his fingers against the counter top before taking his pen out of his pocket and quickly uncapping it. Discretely Jace wrote on his wrist.

Hey, sorry I haven't written in a couple days. I've been busy.

He shoved the pen in his pocket and looked back up at Clary. A small genuine smile had appeared on her face and it surprised Jace how happy it made him to see her smile. She continued to smile but Jace noticed that she wasn't responding, not right away at least. He wondered if she actually had her sharpie on her.

"Why're you so happy?" Jace asked and Clary looked up at him. She tucked her arm under the table and just shrugged.

"No reason, I'm just in a good mood." Clary got up from the table and started walking towards the door. She walked backward as she spoke. "I should get back to my dorm to get ready for class. I'll see you later."

With that Clary skipped out. Jace scoffed at himself as he realized what was happening. He didn't know how he could possibly develop true feelings for Clary now that he knew he was supposed to. He shook his head as continued to pour a bowl of cereal for himself.

"Hey man, what's up," Jon greeted Jace.

"Fucking Angels, that's what's up," Jace said and Jon raised an eyebrow.

"Trouble in paradise?"

Jace sighed. "Nope, not at all." Jon looked at him confused as Jace angrily got out a carton of milk. "I've just realized that I actually might have feelings for red."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Jon asked slowly.

"Sure, if it didn't feel like I'm supposed to have feelings for her. It's like I'm being forced to like someone now." Jace exclaimed.

"Just try to ignore the fact that Clary is your soulmate and get to know her as just Clary," Jon suggested.

"That's a lot easier said than done, Jonathon."

"Yeah but you're Jace Herondale," Jon put his hands on Jace's shoulders. "If anyone can do it you can." He stepped away from Jace and started getting some breakfast of his own. "You can do anything."

Jace laughed. "Have you ever thought of being an inspirational speaker?"

Jon shrugged. "Sure, but somehow I always end up lying." Jace glared at Jon who just laughed.

"Either way," Jace said. "Thanks. I needed that."

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