Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or the series. This is just for fun! I really like this pairing as well so I decided to write about them cause why not.

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Chapter 1

It was a messy break up. The ones where voices were raised higher and higher. Nasty words thrown at one another, each insult leaving a mark. It was an argument where neither side could make things better for their relationship. It was done. Over.

"Jace, I think it's best for us to just break up." The words were like acid on her tongue, making them harder to even say.

"Clary, it wasn't anything special! I just met up with her so we could hang out; is that a crime now? I can't hang out with a friend?" Jace ran his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated at the whole ordeal.

"I don't care if you hang out with her! What I care about is that my boyfriend is blowing me off every time I want to go out for his friend, which so happens to be a girl. We haven't had a proper date, no less a proper conversation with each other for weeks!"

It was true; every time Clary wanted to go out on a date, Jace was always busy training with his friend, or he was already out with that friend and didn't want to leave all of a sudden because Clary wanted to see him. However, it wasn't just that. What actually made her mad was how close they were. That girl, whoever she was, always stood close to Jace and was all touchy feely and Jace let her. Clary was never the jealous type and was fine with having Jace have friends who were girls, but to have them touch up on him as if he were single was a big problem; especially if he was okay with having someone else touch him with such affection.

"Jace, if you can't understand the reasons why I'm so upset right now, I don't think this can work out. I love you, I really do. But what you two have should continue without me having to worry about it all the time."

He didn't say anything to her; it seemed as if he were lost in his thoughts, trying to fits the puzzles together. However long that took, Clary turned her back to him and walked away.

The weather was none too kind to her as she wandered the streets. The night sky twinkled with tiny stars that glistened over the city. It wasn't the best to walk alone at night but the being Shadowhunter she was, glamour was something she lived for. It was much safer for her as well against those twice her size.

Clary had managed to walk to a random park with a playground, she didn't know where she was at but it didn't matter. Having been tired of her argument with Jace as well as having a bit of anxiety over the fact that she wasn't girlfriend material, Clary was about to split her head open. Ahead of her, she could see the outline of a swing-set. Walking over to it, she sat on one of the swings and let her feet dangle from the height.

The cold air bit her cheeks as it blew around her. Since she left the Institute quickly, she didn't really think about grabbing something warmer to wear than what she already had on. Even so, she stayed in place, swinging back and forth.

Did I overreact? I could've just talked it out with him that accusing him like that… but then I would seem too clingy. Thoughts swam in her head as she dropped it, deciding to focus on how her feet barely touched the ground.

"Don't you think it's too cold to be playing on a swing set?" The voiced caught Clary off guard as she whipped her head in the direction of it.

Out of everyone she thought it could be, she did not expect to see Raphael Santiago walking towards her.

"I'm not playing," she answered back.

"Really? How about wallowing in your sadness then? Does that fit the scene better," a small grin was plastered on his face as he stopped in front of her. Clary looked up to him, a scowl set on her face.

"What do you want." She stated out. Clary had a few run ins with Raphael before but never really had a conversation with him that didn't either end up having her almost killed or something related to Simon. She took in his profile as she waited for him to answer her. He was wearing all black, his t-shirt was tucked into his jeans and he wore a fitted leather jacket over it. Clary had to admit, he looked good; her artist eye envying how the dark color contrasted with his honey gold skin and tuft of dark brown hair.

"I just thought you could use some company. I was walking by and saw you by yourself," he took the swing next to her and sat down, his long legs displayed in front of him, "Also, it's not safe for someone like you to be alone at night. Who knows what types of danger could lurk around." Again he gave her a grin but this time the glint of his fangs were peeking through.

"I have glamour on so I'm pretty sure being mugged or kidnapped wouldn't be a problem. Plus, if anything happens to me, the Clave will find out in no time that their precious "hero" died all of a sudden." The words tumbled out her mouth before she could stop them. It was obvious of the distaste she had in those last few words and judging by the raised eyebrows on Raphael's face, he could tell too.

"I see someone doesn't like being the trophy child of the Nephilim race; I'm surprised you don't flaunt it around like a certain blonde." Clary looked down at the subtle reference of Jace. "Trouble in paradise?"

"It doesn't concern you, so I'd appreciate it if you don't ask about it." Clary ground out. She just wanted to clear all thoughts of Jace tonight but having Raphael being an asshole he was, she knew it wasn't going to work out so well.

"You know, I was wondering if you were going to notice him and that girl." Clary looked at him, confused. "Everyone knows," he quietly added.

"Am I that stupid to not have noticed any time soon?" She scoffed; Wow, I'm fucking oblivious. The fact that even though she felt uneasy about it, she had so much hope that their relationship wasn't like the one she had with Jace.

"I'm not saying everyone knows, more like us Downworlders know," Raphael tilted his head to the sky, giving Clary a great chance to see his jaw line and how amazing it was. Her fingers itched to draw it. Focus, Clary.

"He was never at the Institute; I knew he was out but too that point… I'm so embarrassed." She dropped her head again and clenched her eyes shut. It must've been humiliating to be watched by those who knew of Jace's antics with that girl but she didn't want to face it head on until it was too late.

"He's an asshole, that's what they do." Raphael commented.

"So I'm assuming you're one too?"

"Was it my good looks that gave it away?" A smirk this time was placed on his lips and she could see the playful glint in his dark eyes. It was always the good looking ones that were the shittiest types of human beings. Clary didn't say anything to him, she just gave out a sigh and continued to rock her self back and forth. "It'll get better, so don't waste your energy on someone like him."

"What are you? My therapist," Clary scoffed out. He gave her a small shrug and stood up.

"I'm just saying," was all he said and Clary could feel that he had his fair share of that situation one too many times for his liking. She heard the rustle of clothes as Raphael took off his jacket and quickly draped it over her. "Also, if you're gong to be depressed about it, wandering outside at night isn't the brightest ideas; not that I expected much from you."

"I don't need your jacket," Clary angrily said as she reached to tear off the jacket from her, but Raphael was already gone. "I don't need your help," Clary said in a small voice. And with that, she walked back home.

Sorry if this was pretty bad, I hate writing first chapters tbh Hopefully it gets better soon

However, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this!