CLARY'S POV

Tuesday evening everyone was in the boys' dorm hanging out. It was just an average day where they all laughed and talked and played music and drank. Now, Clary took the opportunity to draw Magnus. She had been able to draw everybody else from memory but for some reason, Magnus had been difficult for her. So, as everyone else just talked Clary drew her friend.

"So who do you think you're going to choose to hand in?" Magnus questioned. He was sitting about a foot away from Clary on the couch so she could draw him.

"I don't know," Clary spoke easily multitasking. "I might choose Alec's just to piss him off."

Magnus laughed. "Wow, how cold."

Clary shrugged with a large smile on her face. "It is a pretty good drawing though."

"Which is exactly why he wants it." Magnus pointed out.

"And is also exactly why I might turn it in," Clary argued and Magnus just shrugged.

"Do what you want I guess, but that drawing of Simon was really good."

"Yeah," Clary changed the colored pencil she was using and began to shade in Magnus' hair. "I've been drawing him since I was 7 so I guess I've had a bit of practice." Magnus chuckled a little. Now that Clary was just coloring him he leaned over to examine the drawing. Before he could comment on it though Jace sat down on the other side of Clary. She hadn't been sitting directly next to the armrest before but the space between her and the end of the couch had barely been enough to fit Simon, let alone Jace. So needless to say, Clary was having just a little difficulty breathing.

"I've been meaning to thank you," Jace said seemingly unaffected by the fact that he was practically sitting on top of her. Clary hardly glanced up from her sketchbook in an attempt to keep her composure. She shifted a little bit so that Jace wouldn't be so squished where he now sat.

"For what?" Clary asked she looked over to where Magnus had been to find that he was now turned the other way and had joined Isabelle and Simon's conversation.

"For the painting," Jace answered. Clary didn't have to look up to know that he was staring directly at her. She could feel his eyes boring into her skull. "Of the wooden soldier."

A faint smile tugged at Clary's lips at the memory of when she painted that. She had left her last class a little bit early and snuck over to the boys' dorm the day before to paint the wooden soldier on Jace's ceiling. Along with another Lightwood raven, even though Max didn't have black hair like his siblings.

"You're welcome," Clary could only whisper. She set down the black colored pencil she had been using and grabbed a different one. While in the process of doing so Jace snatched the sketchbook off Clary's lap. He held it up above his head as Clary reached back for it. "Jace give it back!"

"No I wanna see your drawings," He smirked. He brought the sketchbook back down but kept his back turned to Clary so she still couldn't reach it. "After all you did come to this school for an art scholarship, right?"

Clary rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. She gave up in trying to grab the book knowing that Jace always got his way. "Right."

Seeming satisfied that Clary had stopped trying to retrieve the book Jace turned back forward before he started flipping the pages. Of course, the drawing that was directly next to Magnus was the one Clary had been working on last. The one of Jace. He smiled down at it cockily.

"I look awesome," Was all he said. It wasn't a direct compliment to Clary's drawing skills, more so to Jace himself and how he looked, but she took it as one.

"Thanks, I guess?" She said and Jace glanced up at her before turning the page. She was surprised he didn't take long to look at himself.

He continued to flip through the pages. Alec. Jonathon. Isabelle. Once Jace reached Simon Clary figured he'd give the sketchbook back but when he tried to flip to the next page she had a mini heart attack. Clary slapped her against the sketchbook stopping Jace from turning the page. It was so abrupt that he turned and raised an eyebrow at her.

"You saw my drawings of you guys, the rest is private," Clary said and she tried to take her book back. Jace kept a firm grip on it though.

"Why can't I see your drawings? Surely they can't be that bad." He smirked clearly knowing he was aggravating Clary.

"Because my sketchbook is like my journal," Clary said attempting to pull the book back again. "How would you like it if someone read your journal?"

Jace acted mock shocked and gasped. "Who told you I have a journal? Was it Alec? I bet it was Alec."

Clary rolled her eyes. "You are not funny Herondale, now give it."

"Fine," Jace said and he began to hold out the sketchbook to Clary but just as she was about to take it Jace flung his arm back so he was holding it above and away from her. "If-"

"Ugh!" Clary plopped back against the couch exasperated.

"You tell me what your drawings are. I don't have to see them but at least tell me," Jace smirked back at Clary and there was a certain devilish gleam in his eye. Clary glared back at him thinking about everything she drew in her sketchbook. The class project wasn't the only time she had drawn Jace...

"Telling you is just as bad as showing you," Clary strained making another attempt to reach for her sketchbook. Jace stretched his arm further away from her.

"Tell me three then," He said. "Just three."

Clary rolled her eyes. "Fine, there's one of my mom," Bloodied and bruised. "There's one of a field of a million flowers," Half destroyed and engulfed in flames. "And there's one of some baby pandas climbing on bamboo," That one's actually just that...

Jace seemed satisfied with her answers. He handed the sketchbook back to Clary and actually gave it to her this time. She glared at him once more as she closed the book and held it tight in her arms.

"You're a good artist Fairchild," Jace commented ignoring Clary's deadly gaze. "But it's weird, I remember when I first met you you were always drawing designs on your arms. Why don't you anymore?"

Strange, Clary thought. I don't ever remember drawing on myself when Jace was around...

Clary shrugged. "I still draw on myself, just not as much I suppose."

"Well you should," Jace said. "Those designs were pretty cool."

JACE'S POV

Wednesday morning Jace stretched out his arms with a yawn as he entered the kitchen. The night before hadn't gotten too out of hand though they all did get fairly drunk. Jon was getting himself a glass of water but Alec wasn't up yet. The white haired boy poured another glass for Jace when he saw him enter though he didn't say a word.

Jace took the cup thankfully and hydrated himself. He sat down at the table they had. Jon walked over and sat across from him.

"I do not want to go to classes today," Jon said after a little while more of silence.

"Me neither," Jace yawned again. His eyes were half closed and his head resting in his hands. When his head started to fall he jerked himself upward and his eyes flew open. He looked down at the table in front of him and his eyes landed groggily on the pile of random papers they had sitting there. Except there was a notebook that Jace knew hadn't been there before. He lifted the familiar object up before looking at Jon. "Clary left her sketchbook here last night."

"Huh," Jon blinked a couple times and yawned. "Well didn't you want to see what she draws? Now's your chance."

Jace shrugged setting it back down. "That would be a total invasion of her privacy, I couldn't."

"Wow," Jon stood up and started walking back to the kitchen to put away his now empty cup. "The old Jace wouldn't have thought twice about doing something like that. Who are you and what have you done with my friend?"

"Ha ha," Jace rolled his eyes also standing up. "I'm just not an ass anymore." Jon looked back at Jace at that and grimaced a little. Jace threw his plastic cup at him and Jon ducked.

"Okay how about this," Jon said picking up the cup he had narrowly missed being hit by and placing it in the sink. "What if we dropped the sketchbook on the ground and if it falls open it falls open, we have no control over that." Jace raised an eyebrow at Jon as he walked back over to the table and grabbed the sketchbook. "Then you wouldn't actually be invading her privacy."

"You're deceitful." Jace crossed his arms over his chest.

"And you used to be fun," Jon stated. Jace rolled his eyes but didn't stop him as he held Clary's sketchbook in front of himself and then dropped it. It landed on its spine causing it to actually open up to a random page. Jonathon immediately looked down but Jace hesitated for a moment. It didn't take him too long to give in to his curiosity though.

Jace looked down and his eyebrows shot up. He leaned over and picked up the book keeping it on the page that opened. Jon looked over his shoulder though he didn't seem as surprised as Jace was at what they were looking at. Because it was Jace. But it wasn't the drawing he'd seen for her art class.

"Is this the portrait for her project?" Jon asked and Jace shook his head slowly.

"No, I saw that one, this one is totally different." In this picture, Jace was laughing at something. He looked relaxed and happy unlike in the other one where he appeared posed. Jace couldn't help turning the page though as he looked down at this. The next drawing peaked his interest further and made him even more surprised.

"Another drawing of you?" Jon questioned. He took the sketchbook from Jace as they stared down at the second- or rather third- drawing of him. Jon flipped to the next page, then the next. Both were of him. Jon looked up at Jace with a spark in his eyes. "Do you know what this means?" When Jace stayed silent Jon continued. "Clary actually does like you. And she likely has for a while!"

"Jon we don't know that for sure," Jace said but he knew that his friend was right. His heart and head were pounding so hard he could barely hear his own thoughts.

"Jace, I think it's pretty obvious." He turned the sketchbook towards Jace. "There is literally a heart in the corner of this one!" Jon closed the book and scoffed. "You need to talk to her asap."

"You mean tell her?" Jace questioned and Jon nodded.

"Yeah!" He said like it was obvious, and it kind of was. "This has gone on for way too long. The next time you see her you have to tell her, there is no argument here, it's happening."

"I guess it is," Jace laughed dryly for there was no true humor in the current situation. "I guess it's finally one day..."

Okay so in the next chapter y'all are just going to have to bear with me. Shit is hitting the fan. Shit is in the process of hitting the fan and Oh. My. JESUS. There is a lot of shit. In the best way possible... and the worst.
Hope y'all liked this chapter. I'm excited to see reactions for what will happen in the next chapter though it will probably be a couple days until it's posted. But please review and I'll update when I can!