Like I said in one of my earlier chapters, I don't like Clary (by the way, she is drunk at this moment). She's whiny, clingy, dependent, clueless etc. (sry for all you guys who like her). So you're probably wondering why I even wrote this thing about Clary in the first place if I didn't like her. I was planning to contain her witchy(b) attitude and make her a little more independent. But that can never happen. Why couldn't she me like Tessa (TID) who so... great.

Chapter 25 (hopefully)

The punch struck Jonathan's cheek forcefully enough to release Clary's small fingers. She was about to yell, "What the hell Jace!" when Clary noticed who the hand was attached to. Definitely not male. Certainly not a gold headed, arrogant jerk. Surely not sun kissed and muscular. Unquestionably Isabelle.

Almost instantly, Isabelle let out her white hot rage. "You - you, I don't know! Clary is clearly dating someone. He might be an idiot jerk, but guess what, everyone has their moments! You can't just take someone's girl like that, no matter how much they throw themselves at you." Jonathan held his cheek and stared loathingly at both Isabelle and Clary. His expression was menacing, even Isabelle shrunk back a bit. Still she continued ranting. "And you Clary, as much as I am your best friend, I know you start most of the arguments with Herondale, as much as his movie-stardom may seem like he's the possessive jerk, I've seen you in action, and no one contains you. I thought better of you. Even though I brought you here tonight to have fun and move on, I didn't expect you to move on, like, that fast!"

Clary watched, speechless, as Isabelle's mouth seemed to foam, and her fist clenched even more than Clary thought was possible. Then, with the worst timing ever, Jace showed up with a half smile, half smirk on his face.

"Hey guys," he said easily. Jonathan shot him a shut-up-you-idiot-don't-act-dumb look, or a screw-off-jerk glare. Jace raised his hands in surrender. "Woah there tiger, not here to start any trouble."

"You started trouble when you interrupted me and Clary before," Jonathan seethed slowly.

"Why are you still even here?" Jace questioned rudely, "You have no business with us."

Instantly, Jonathan walked off mumbling, "like I wanted to be near you idiots in the first place."

Then, Jace's face fell, and he looked at Clary with sadness and - disappointment. "You know, I didn't think our argument meant that we were breaking up. It was a petty couple argument I even forgot about. What were we even bickering about anyway?"

I don't remember either, Clary wanted to say, it was stupid, and I'm sorry. I won't do it again. But she couldn't blurt that out, if she did, Clary would seem soft and passive. Instead, "Are we even together, Jace?" She said this quieter than she wanted it to sound, and her voice quivered too much. Almost as if Clary was on the verge of tears. And she was. She wanted the tears to fall out of her eyes, and she wanted to press her face against perfectly against Jace's chest.

But Clary didn't.

Her throat clenched tightly - almost painfully - and Clary tried to swallow the uncomfortable feeling. Looking through her eyelashes, Clary glanced at Jace. His bright golden eyes that were usually playful and amused, now drooped down and seemed to fill Clary with guilt. His shoulders were as hunched, and his mouth seemed to hold a permanent frown. He was miserable. Clary knew it. And as much as she wanted to feel happy that Jace was grieving over their fight, deep down, she felt culpable and dispirited.

"You're not worth it," Jace said, then walked off into the crowd.

Clary looked up, slowly and sadly. Her tears finally tore through her eyes and made their way down in cool, wet tracks. She had done this. Messed up Jace's entire movie shoot, social media standard and now, she felt, shattered his heart a little bit more than it already was.

- That Piggles .3.