This next chapter will start as Jace's POV from when Clary watched the video. I will switch back to Clary's POV, late rom in this chapter. (Hope I made that clear enough...)

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JACE POV

Do you ever get that feeling, when you get really nervous, and your heart is pounding so hard, you can feel it vibrate through your whole body, and you just can't concentrate on anything except what you're nervous about? Well, that's exactly what I felt, when I stood by a window, staring into Clary's house, when she and her mother were looking at the video I downloaded.

I was wondering if her mom was going to let her stay. Especially since The Faerie Academy is known for having very academic students. The students are also known for not just being smart, but preppy. So Clary would fit in there, just as much as she'd fit in with Aline.

Clary's glance swept across the room to the window, but luckily enough, I ducked before she saw us. Alec, Isabelle, Maia, and Helen were already ducked down low. After a while, I peeked. Clary was red faced, and crying. In a good way. I grinned, crookedly.

We dashed towards the front door, and I knocked. When she swung open the door, Clary pulled us all into a hug, her face still wet with tears. Her face was red, and she was crying, but smiling so hard. I grinned, though still anxious to hear what Clary's mother, Jocelyn, might say about moving. "Mom?" Asked Clary, her face shining with tears.

"I can't make you move. Not after this. It seems you are your friends are inseparable." Clary ran to her mom, and hugged her, while we all cheered, and exchanged smiling glances.

CLARY POV

I couldn't believe that my mother let me stay. I beamed at my friends, thanking them for everything.

We spent the whole day unpacking, and with the help of Izzy, Maia, Helen, Alec, and Jace, we managed to get everything back to where it belongs. I smiled, and collapsed onto the couch.

Everyone was staying for dinner, because my mom insisted. After we all enjoyed the pizza, they started to leave, because after all, it had been a long day.

I trudged up the staircase, feeling tired, but happy. I smiled, even while I brushed my teeth. When I sunk down onto my bed, I grabbed my cell phone. Jace had called me, but I missed it. He left a message.

"Hey, Clary! I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to Sugar tomorrow. Call me back when you can. Anytime tomorrow should be fine with me. I'll see you maybe?"

I called Jace, who picked up on the second ring. "Hi!" He said, and I was pretty sure he was grinning.

"So, about tomorrow. Well, maybe. Say, if I do, will there be some of Sugar's signature cheesecake?"

"Maybe so."

"Then yeah. Tomorrow at noon. See ya then!" I hung up, and leaned back on my bed. I stared at the ceiling and smiled, because just this morning, I was about to move to Florida, without my friends, and without Jace.

I ran at full speed, and almost crashed into a few people by the corner of the block. I paused for a second, to catch my breath, and I whipped out my cell phone to check the time. 11:58. I was going to be late. I ran again, my hair getting tossed around by the wind and momentum.

When I reached the park bench that Jace and I were meeting at, I was panting hard. Tired, I took a seat on the wooden bench. "Wow. You look out of breath." Jace handed me a bottle of water.

"Thanks. Do you always have a bottle of water with you, though?" I asked, my face still red from the running.

"No. I saw you running in the distance, when I was in that little store of over there," he pointed to a small, square building. "And I thought you might need one."

"Oh. Uh...thanks. Again." I replied, after taking another gulp of water.

"Shall we take a walk to the café now?" Jace suggested. I smiled, and walked with him side by side.

I dug my fork into the cheesecake. It was sweet, and satisfying. After practically licking the plate clean, Jace and I left the café. I was just about to turn a corner, when I heard a shout. I followed the sound into an alley way. Jace, of course, was right behind me.

There was a tall, bulky person, who grabbed onto the hoodie of a girl. The bigger person yelled, "You runnin' away, Dorkzilla? Huh? You chicken. You are just so lame. Such a lame-o." He pushed the kid, who was no older than thirteen. She fell and scraped her knee. "Ouch..." She whimpered.

"Wow. Such a ba-by." The bully said, smirking. And that's when I snapped. "Hey! You! What are you doing?" I shouted.

"Who do you think YOU are?" The bully sneered.

"Honestly? Someone you probably can beat up in a blink of an eye. But you know what? The ability to beat someone up shouldn't give you satisfaction. It should leave you feeling guilty. But you're a bully. And y'know what? I've had my share of being bullied for a life time. And to see others being bullied is just as bad."

The bully immediately ran away. I dashed towards the girl, sitting on the concrete ground. "Are you okay?" I asked, gently. She nodded. "What's your name? I'm Clary. That's Jace." I gestured towards Jace.

"My name? Oh. Call me 'C'." The girl whispered.

"Alright, then. Do you want me to call your parents?" I asked.

"No. They probably will ground me forever. Maybe even stop me from going to school, maybe make me do online school, or home schooling. But I like actually going to it." C replied.

"Well, maybe that's why the bullies haven't stopped yet. You haven't addressed it to an adult. Believe me, it's going to be okay. If you tell a parent." I said.

"Really?" She looked at me, with wide eyes.

"Really. And let me tell you my story. I used to be bullied, too. For being the oddball. But I addressed it to my parents. Now, I have great friends. And I'm not bullied anymore. So tell an adult. It will get better."

"Okay." She nodded.

A few days after my encounter with C, I saw her again on a park bench, reading.

"Hi!" She waved to me when she saw me.

"Hey!" I waved.

"Thanks for the advice! I told my parents. They were supporting, and they were really nice about it. They promised me that they'd take care of it. And now, well, occasionally some name calling, but otherwise, I'm fine! Thank you so much!" She hugged me. I smiled, feeling glad that I made a difference in her life. A turn towards the good, the way everyone deserves to be heading. I feel stronger now, and I'd bet that she does, too.

Hi! Im super sorry I updated a little late. I have had writer's block, and the homework...unfortunately, I haven't updated my new fanfic in two weeks now. I think. Anyway, I need to get busy! And this chapter is dedicated to those who have been bullied, and those suffering it now. And everyone who is: DONT LOOSE HOPE. IT ALWAYS GETS BETTER. ITS GONNA BE OKAY.