There is a lot of drama in this one. There is also some profanity and mature themes(absolutely nothing graphic but a little bit sensitive). It's an experience from Clary's past with Raphael, to give you some idea.
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Clary grumbled as she walked to detention. Stupid Jace and his stupid game and her stupid need to play him back, but most of all, stupid teacher for ruining it. She blushed as felt the ghost of Jace's hands on her body and her spine tingled as she remembered the primal sound of his growl when she pulled on his hair. She also wondered where all of that had come from. It was extremely unlike her to behave in such a manner with someone—even Sebastian hadn't been subjected to something so… forward. She didn't understand just how it was so easy to interact with Jace. To be honest she didn't really know the kid.
She frowned as she realised just how true that was.
He knew her deepest darkest secret, and she didn't even know what his middle name was. She knew he liked football, music and classics. He lived mostly alone because his Dad was away a lot. He was first and foremost a gentleman and mostly lived his life in fear. She couldn't tell you anything else about him though.
She wondered how a person she knew so little about had gained her trust so quickly and for one small moment she thought of Raphael. She hadn't known him and she had trusted him blindly. She considered briefly that Jace might be the same but then she shook her head clear of such thoughts, Jace was nothing like Raphael and she was stupid for thinking so.

She reached the detention room to see that it was the wood shop classroom. She groaned, that meant tonnes of sweeping, vacuuming, and cleaning. She walked in to see Jace already waiting and Seelie beside him, along with a kid who looked terrified to be here. She gave Seelie a polite nod, the kid a reassuring smile and Jace a warm grin as she took a seat at a bench.
"Nice to see you could join us, Clarissa," the teacher drawled sarcastically.
Clary didn't bother responding, knowing it could only make things worse.
"Okay, I honestly don't care what you do or how you do it, but I want this room spotless in an hour. I have to attend a staff meeting that will run for approximately an hour. If I come back and this place isn't spotless you will be back all week scrubbing with a toothbrush," he droned on.
Seelie gave a loud sigh and checked her fingernails. Clary knew the girl wasn't going to do anything the whole time as she would be too scared to chip a nail.
"Don't kill yourselves."
With that last input, the teacher left.

The nervous kid jumped straight up and immediately grabbed a broom and started sweeping. Clary smiled at his nerves and decided to try and ease them. She stood up and collected a broom as well and started sweeping next to the kid.
"Hey," she greeted him.
He looked up at her wide eyed.
"H-h-hi… You're Clary..." he stuttered.
She chuckled lightly and nodded.
"That I am, I'm sorry, but I don't know your name yet," Clary apologised softly.
"I-I'm Nick, I-I j-Just started this y-year," he stuttered out.
Clary smiled at him and looked back at their sweeping.
"First detention?" she asked him kindly.
"Yes," he mumbled.
"Don't be scared. So long as it's acceptable he won't make us scrub with a toothbrush. It's easier to scare into submission right?" Clary laughed lightly.

Jace watched their interactions offhandedly. He liked how kind she was, even without knowing who this kid was here she was assuaging his fears. He had to admit, he also liked the way her body twisted and her ass looked as she swept. He had no idea what exactly was happening between them, it seemed since she let him in their flirting had stepped up a notch, hell they'd actually started flirting—which got them stuck in this mess to begin with. When her lips had touched his he had felt in that moment that he had just struck gold. His heart had leapt into his throat and he thought he had forgotten how to breathe—then that stupid teacher had to ruin it all.

"Jaaace!"
He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to the source of the whining. It turned out to be Seelie. He took a deep sigh and turned to her.
"Yes, Seelie?" he asked her patiently.
"Can you help me?" she whined.
He wondered how someone's voice could be so grating. Kaelie's voice was easy to block out but Seelie's just reached a pitch that made him want to scratch his ears off.
He nodded in response to her stepped over to her, easily lifting the box of tools she had barely attempted to lift.
"You're so strong, Jace," she cooed.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes but a snort interrupted his thoughts. He glanced over to see Clary grinning in amusement and leaning on her broom watching them. She caught his eye and then proceeded to bat her eyelids at him and swoon overzealously. This time he couldn't keep from rolling his eyes and turned away.

As he did he didn't see the nasty look Seelie had sent Clary. He walked to the storage closet and opened the door, before stepping in and placing it in its correct place. Before he could react he heard the door open and slam shut with a lock sliding in it's place.
"What th—"
He was instantly cut off by a pair of unfamiliar lips forced onto his own. He knew they weren't Clary's because he knew she tasted nearly always of mint, and she smelled of autumn and berries. It was honestly his favourite smell in the whole world.
These lips were sticky from too much lip product and smelled fake—like hairspray and cheap perfume. He pushed the offending person away.

"What the hell are you doing, Seelie?"
His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark to see Seelie pouting in front of him.
"I just figured since Sebastian and Kaelie are together now that you would have needs that needed taking care of," she answered.
He was furious that she thought she could just come in here and assume what he wanted and needed—and to think she was the person to fulfil those.
"My needs are being taken care of just fine, thank you," he growled at her.
She sighed in irritation and he saw her shoot a poisonous look outside the closet.
"Clary. Always knew she was still a dirty whore."

The effect was instantaneous. If she had been a guy he would have decked her simply for speaking such words. As such, he bristled and lowered his tone.

"Don't you dare speak of her, Seelie," he threatened.
She gave him a condescending snarl.
"Oh, please! Don't tell me you fall for her innocent act! She may have everyone else fooled—including her brother, but she can't fool me," she spat. "Once a whore, always a whore."
Jace could hear the blood rushing in his ears.
"Did you know she's taken three guys at once? Apparently she used to do it regularly, and enjoy it. Kaelie's seen her. So I hope you have a friend to help you satisfy her needs."
Jace was speechless and absolutely livid with Seelie.
"Shut your damn mouth, Seelie."
"Oh, don't like what you don't wanna hear? Isn't that funny?" Seelie snarked back at him.
"Seelie..." he growled, unable to think of anything else to say.
"She is nothing but a drugged up whore who needs a dick in every hole to feel whole. I hear she begs for it, and that she'll do anything for another hit."
Jace could feel his fists clenching and he had to remind himself to breathe and just count to ten.
"So c'mon Jace… I only need one man to satisfy me. I'm not whore. We could have a much better time than you've ever had with her," Seelie persuaded.
Jace shot her an absolutely revolted look.
"You are the very last person I ever want to touch. I'd rather have sex with an tree stump. And you kiss like a dead fish," Jace snapped at her.
Seelie's face darkened and she fisted her hand on his shirt and pulled him closer so he could see directly into her eyes.
"You will regret that Jonathan Herondale."
"Yeah, splinters hurt like a bitch."

He stormed out the closet and Clary gave him a concerned look. He barely even acknowledged her as he stormed through the door and left. She blinked in shock and then saw Seelie leave. Seelie gave her a poisonous look and then followed suit.
"Well, I guess it's up to us, Nick."

Clary didn't see Jace for a whole week. He simply wasn't in school and she thought it was a bit too weird to go back to his apartment to check on him. The next week though Jace was back in school, but avoiding her like the plague. Clary was confused, hurt and didn't know what to think. She thought maybe she had scared him off by being too forward, he was like a skittish wild animal after all. So she decided at lunch to track him down and apologise for taking things too far.

She found him at his locker getting his lunch and she gave him a tentative smile.
"Hey you," she said softly.

He looked up at her blearily. She could see he hadn't been sleeping well, the dark circles and bags under his eyes attested to such. He honestly looked like he had been on a week long bender. His hair wasn't in it's usual purposely messy waves, it looked greasy and unwashed, barely even curling. His skin looked sallow and pale and he looked sick. His eyes didn't even gleam, they looked more like dark, empty pits of sorrow and self pity.

"Hey," he responded quietly.
"Are you okay?" she asked him.
He blinked slowly and nodded mutely. She didn't believe him for a second. She stepped in closer and made to brush some hair out of his face but he flinched away and she immediately pulled back, reminding herself not to take it to heart.
"Where have you been?" she asked him.
"Out. Down town, fuck, I don't know," he muttered.

Her heart went out to him. She knew what it was like to simply disappear and then wake up and not know what happened.
She offered a reassuring smile.
"Well, I'm glad you're back," she told him, honestly.
His eyes flicked to hers briefly before turning away and mumbling something. Clary didn't know what to do and for the first time in awhile she felt unwelcome by him.
"So… I guess, I'll be going… I'm headed to the cafeteria, if you want to join us for lunch?" she offered.
"No thanks," he muttered.
She already knew that would be his answer but nodded with a forced smile anyway.
"Okay, well, I'll see you in class."

"Did you really take three guys at once?"

Clary froze and turned to him. She felt like she had been slapped in the face.
"What?"
Jace studied her for a second and then turned away.
"Nothing."
"No, obviously it was important. What did you just ask me?" Clary enunciated slowly, praying she had heard wrong.
His eyes looked up at hers, the usual vibrant gold replaced by a dull bronze.
"Did you take three guys at once?"
Clary's face went white.
"Where the hell did you hear that?"
"Does it matter?"
"It matters to me, Jace!"
"Fine, Seelie told me Kaelie saw it. Lots of times."

Clary felt hurt bloom hard in her chest and she knew he could see it in her face.
Good, she thought.
She finally locked it away when she saw enough guilt rise in his. She swallowed hard and lifted her chin up, trying to express some form of confidence.
"Yes, I did."
Jace's face turned a slight tinge of green.
"Did Seelie or Kaelie happen to mention why?" Clary spat bitterly at him.
A confused look flickered across his face for half a second. She couldn't believe that after everything she had told him, he was judging her. She felt the tears build up and she let them fall, she wanted Jace to see them. She saw him look down in shame, his shoulders slouched slightly.
"No," he whispered.

"I screwed three guys at once because Raphael owed them some money and they said, 'If you give us the girl, your debt will be clear'. He initially refused, not wanting to give me away and negotiated it down to seventy-two hours," Clary forced out.
The memories threatened to surface and she found it a lot more difficult to keep her composure. Jace looked like he was going to throw up at any moment and she kept going, spilling some of her darkest memories.
"They screwed me, they beat me, and did completely twisted things just to see me scream. They are how I got this scar," Clary continued, and lifted her shirt slightly and pushed the waistband of her shorts down to reveal a nasty looking scar in the shape of a crescent moon with a ring looped on the bottom half of the moon on the front of her pelvis.
"They held me down and cut this damn sign into me. Do you know what it means, Jace?"
He shook his head mutely, not sure he wanted to know.
"It's a gang sign. For the Lycans. They're a rival gang and the people Raphael owed money to. The crescent is their sign, the ring means I am theirs and I have been taken by one of their own."
Jace felt like the biggest asshole in the world. Worse than his father.

"I—"
"Shut the hell up, Jace!" Clary finally snapped, her self control breaking.
She could feel her face crumpling and could see the pain in Jace's eyes but she didn't care. She felt betrayed, she felt played like a fool.
"Do you want to know how it feels to have something carved into your skin? It feels like fire. It is literally torture and even worse, you can hear them laughing as three grown gang members hold down a fifteen year old girl. The knife feels worse than a thousand needles and you are in the most dirty unsanitary conditions possible. The bed has lice and you can see bloodstains that aren't yours. Even worse… there are other stains. Every time you cry out one of them laughs and pokes it. They didn't care at all. It was all about sending a message to Raphael. And do you know what I received after those seventy-two hours? A hug? No. He inspected every inch of me, and then struck me for being so complacent and for letting them mark me."

Clary's tears were free falling now and she could feel herself slipping back into a dark place, however she thought of Isabelle, Simon, Magnus, Alec and her brother and slowly their faces helped her from the sludge.
Jace looked like a kicked puppy and Clary didn't care. If he was going to believe and avoid her because of what Seelie and Kaelie said then she wanted nothing to do with him.

"You said I was beautiful and that I was the most incredible person you had met. I guess that was just a farce. Take pity on the poor little drugged up, alcoholic whore. You said you would hurt me and guess what? You were right. You did. So now I'll give you what you really want. I'll leave you the hell alone. Good bye, Jace."

She turned away from him, wiping her tears away. There was no way she could continue school like this, so she turned back out to the carpark but a burning hand on her elbow stopped her.

"Clare—"
She flinched away from his touch and gave him a look so venomous that he shrank under the fury of her gaze.
"Don't touch me. Ever. Again."
"But—"
"Haven't you done e-enough?!" she shouted, her composure breaking.
She could barely contain her sobs and Jace felt like he wanted to die.
"I thought you were different. I thought I could trust you, you don't have to go pouring salt into the fucking wound!" she cried.

He didn't know what to say, he wanted to tell her he didn't think less of her and never had, but his insecurities had been plaguing him all week and it was the anniversary of the day his mother died so he was all over the place. He hardly even knew what day it was and all he could think about was how he simply wasn't good enough. That he wouldn't be enough for her and that he needed someone. He needed a guiding voice because he couldn't think what was right and what was wrong. He simply went with what, in hind sight, was the worst possible move he could make.

He kissed her; and for one second it was amazing. It was like fire and ice and it sent him on a euphoric high. She tasted better than last time, a strawberries and mint and her touch was the very thing he was craving. A sudden sharp stinging on his cheek snapped him back and he reeled back from what he knew to be a slap. She was looking at him disgusted as she frantically wiped her mouth on the back of her hands.

"If you ever assault me like that again, I will tell Jon. And I promise that won't be pretty."