I'm sooo sorry for not posting for awhile its been hard coming up with the last part of the chapter. Also the heat was infurating.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments just the plot everything else belongs to Cassandra Clare

Clary-

-Alcante Highschool-

I'm walking towards my locker when I see Jace and Kaelie having a tounge battle with each other. I ignore the pang in my chest as I walk by not knowing what it means.

I reach my locker, and see Simon looking a little mad "Hey, Si how's it going?" I greet.

"Hey, red were you sick, or somthing cause you were gone, for awhile, oh and did it ever occure to you to answer a phone," glares Simon.

"No," I shrug.

"Was it-" He starts but, I inturupt him with a nod.

"You should really tell someone about that."

"No, I can't Si it could end badly."

"Biscit," Magnus appears behind me giving me a hug.

"Hey, Magnus," I smile at my strange glitter friend.

"Biscit you've been gone for quite the time," He tsks.

"Yeah, I was a little sick."
"Sick really," Says jace who appeared out of know where.

"Yes sick, problem?" I glare.

"Problem no," Jace smirks.

"I'm having a party tomarow," announces Magnus.

"Again?" asks Jace.

"Its been two weeks," Magnus shrugs.

"Well we should head to class," I suggest as I walk away.

Jace Pov

"Fray, you seem a bit down," I raise an eyebrow at her look of saddness. She looked to the side then down.

"Jon has to leave this weekend," Clary says with almost a little fear.

"Oh," I say not sure how to respond.

We reach the classroom. I open the door to see everyones eyes on us.

"Detaintion both of you," glares Mr. Ashwood.

"Great," mutter Clary.

She's mad. I'm livid I have to go somewhere today.

"Sir, I have somewhere to be, after school," I tell him.

"Well, cancel them.

"Whatever,' I mumble.

I can't believe I have to go to detantion! Let alone with her.

Clary POV

I can't believe he got me in detation! Why me? Why must the world torture me.

I reach detaion in time. I walk over to the seat by the window hoping Jace doesn't deciede to sit near me. Not my day.
"Hello, Fray," Jace Whispers in my ear.

"What Jace," I snap.

"Just saying Hello. Is that a crime?" He questions mockingly

"No, its not."

"Good."

"Hello everyone or you two," the art teacher and my aunt.

"Hi Aunt Charlotte," I look down in shame not wanting to see disapointment in her eyes.

"Hello Clary hows everything at home?" She asks.

"Fine. Everythings fine."

"Good. Now lets get started, you can grade these, for me; while, I run some airens." She hands us each a stack of papers with drawings on them. She also gave us the standords for the drawings. It has to do something with someone or something we love and has to involve a memory.

30mins later

"Clary is this yours?" Jace questions.

I look to see the drawing of my Mom sitting on the bench in the park we used to go to.

"Yeah, thats mine," I tell him with tears in my eyes.

"It beautiful," He tells me.

"Thanks," I nod.

"You miss her?"

"Yeah, I do miss her. I wish she was still here.
I think about all the times I've been to that park with he not relising Jace coming closer tell his arms wrap around me. Thats when I start sobbing. He whispers how its going to be okay but, will it? No it won't not, when my dad is hurting me.

I hold onto Jace not wanting to let go. I don't want Jace leave me not now. I didn't relise how much he mean't to me tell now.

A/N What you think?

Also if you use Wattpad you should check out The Beginning by Dagger-Blackale.