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DISCLAIMER: I forgot this last chapter, but I own NOTHING except the plot and stuff. I don't own the characters.

Chapter Two

Clary noticed Jace was acting strange, and that made her nervous that she might had moaned or said his name in her sleep before he woke her.

They were on the way to.her school and had taken Luke's truck instead of Jace's bike. Clary studied Jace's arms, as she traced the tribal patterns up them with her eyes. His huge muscles were strained. He seemed tense. His face was a stone mask.

"Are you okay?" she asked him. Jace relaxed slightly with a sigh.

"Yeah, baby girl. I'm fine," he assured her with an obviously forced smile.

"Okay," Clary scoffed.

"Seriously," Jace said, "I'm fine. It's just girl trouble." Clary instantly tensed.

"Kaelie?" Clary asked, her hatred for the girl showing in her voice.

"No," Jace choked out. Why did he do that? He should've said yes. He couldn't help but feel guilty at how innocently oblivious Clary was.

"Please tell me you didn't knock up one of you guys little groupie hoes," Clary said sounding pissed.

"Clary, they're called 'Mamas,' and I don't know why you hate them so much. Your mom was one," Jace immediately tensed. Shit.

"This has nothing to do with my mother. We're talking about you being a fucking man-whore with a bunch of sluts who fuck you, and your friends, and my father! They don't give a shit about any of you and it's repulsive!" she yelled, refusing to make eye contact. That hurt.

"You just don't understand-" Jace started.

"Don't even!" she yelled looking back with tears in her eyes, as Jace pulled into the school parking lot. "I am not a child! I know you and my father use women and let them use you! I know what you do with the club is illegal! I am not an idiot!"

"I didn't say you were!" Jace yelled back. Clary hated it when he yelled at her. It made her feel so small.

"It was implied," Clary said harshly.

"No, it wasn't. That's not what I meant. You wouldn't understand," he sighed.

"I'm not some innocent little girl!" she could tell he wasn't listening. He would never feel the same way about her as she did him. He wouldn't even notice her if he kept thinking of her as a little girl.

Of course, he didn't think of her as a little girl, but she couldn't have known that. He knew she wasn't a kid anymore, by any means, but she was still innocent.

"I know you're not a little girl Clary. I'm well aware, but you are in-"

"I'm not even a virgin!" she lied. Why did she say that? She looked at Jace and saw his knuckles were white, his jaw clenched, his breathing erratic, and his eyes hurt. 'That's why,' she thought. He had been hurting her unintentionally for years, and she wanted to hurt him back. She felt like an insect under his hard glare, but she refused to let it show.

"Who?" Jace growled. He had never been angrier in his entire life, not when he'd gotten into fights, not when he'd gotten arrested, not even when his father left him. Clary looked down, suddenly losing her backbone.

"No one," she said quietly.

"Who?!" he screamed. People in the lot turned to stare.

"I-," Clary struggled, "no one. I wa-"

"You what?!" he yelled, "Do you even know his name or are you a fucking slut now?!" As soon as he said it he regretted it. His muscles relaxed and he visible shrunk as he watched tears fill her eyes. "Clary I didn't mean that. I'm so sorry. Clary you're not-"

"I know I'm not, you ass! I hate you!" she yelled through tears as she grabbed her bag and fled from the truck.

"Damn it!" Jace punched the dash in frustration.

"Clary ran behind the school, where Jordan usually sold and smoked in the mornings. She spotted him and Maia smoking a blunt behind the weight room.

"'Sup, Clare?" Jordan asked, as she walked over to them.

"I want to get high," Clary stated as Jordan looked at her like she had grown antlers.

"I don't know, princess," he said reluctantly, "I don't want to get fired and I don't want to get kicked out before I even get official member status. Your dad might be pissed."

"Oh, come on, Jordan," a stoned Maia interjected, "Loosen up, babe." She passed Clary the joint.

~•~•~

Jace thought about the first – and only other – time Clary had said the words "I hate you" to him.

He was twenty. He had gotten over his drug use, his track marks were beginning to fade, and he was working for Luke at the bike shop. Luke had just been made the pack leader for the Idris Downworlders, and Jace was their newest member. Jace lived with Luke and his daughter, Clary. Jace felt a strong bond with her, as well as the need to protect her from the world and sometimes even the way he and her father lived. She was nine, and probably already his only friend other than her father. They were playing 'tea party' in the backyard.

"I wanna play wedding!" she yelled excitedly. Jace chuckled.

"Okay," he smiled as she ran in the house.

"Nice boa," Aline called out. She was walking out of the Downworlders club house next door.

"Thanks," Jace said, noticing Aline's skimpy clothing as she sauntered over to him.

"What 'cha doin'?" she asked, steeling his boa.

"Apparently we're going to play wedding," he smiled at her.

"Can I be the bride?" she purred in his ear, leaning down so her boobs were in his face. She smelled gross. She had probably just fucked five guys at the club, but Jace was horny as hell.

"Sure," he said, pulling her onto his lap, whispering, "but you have to fuck me first." That's when he was hit in the head by a plastic cake. Aline jumped up and he was met by an angry little Clary with tears in her eyes.

"I hate you!" she yelled, throwing a ring pop at him. She turned around and ran back to the house.

"Clary!" Jace called.

"I'm gonna go back to the clubhouse, if you want me later," Aline said. Jace was disgusted with himself. He ran into the house and upstairs to Clary's bedroom.

"Clare," he knocked on the door, "I'm coming in."

"Go away!" Clary yelled.

"What's wrong baby girl?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You were s'posed to play wedding with me, and you told that prettier girl you'd marry her," She said into her pillow through sobs.

"Aw, Clare," he picked her up and she buried her face in his shoulder. "I wouldn't really marry her. She's not half as pretty as you. You're too good for me anyway."

"Na-ah!" she said, pulling back to look at him, "You're good too!"

"You think?" Jace asked her. She nodded immediately.

"I'm not pretty though. The boy at school told me," she said, looking down.

"What?! Who told you that?" Jace asked, royally pisses, wiping away her tears.

"Melorin," she said quietly, "he's twelve likr Izzy. He said I'm a pale, ugly, carrot. Everybody else thinks so too. Even Izzy and Maia laughed." She burst into tears again.

"Look at me, Clare," Jace said, and she did, "I don't think that, and neither does your dad. I think you're the prettiest little girl in the whole world."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yup," he smiled, "You have the prettiest face, the prettiest hair, and the prettiest eyes."

"You're pretty too," she smiled, causing Jace to chuckle.

Ever since that day, Jace tried to build Clary's confidence as much as possible. She was beautiful and unique, and kids were cruel. He always did his best to make sure she knew how amazing she was, and now he had destroyed it. He knew she cared what he and her father thought about her more than anyone else. She loved and trusted him, and he had just called her a slut. Damn it. He turned the truck around, eliciting beeps from the traffic around him.

Clary had never been high or drunk before, but she was fairly certain she was stoned. The bottle of Captain Morgan she, Jordan, and Maia had just finished off probably wasn't helping either. A steady stream of tears ran down her face, but she couldn't remember why. The best part was that she didn't give a fuck either way, as she looked up at the clouds.

"That one looks like Mufasa, guys," she slurred. Jordan and Maia laughed in a half-ass way.

"Clarissa Garroway, please report to the main office," came over the loud speakers. Clary stumbled to her feet, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Bye, Clare," Maia hollered as Clary walked into the school.

Jace was furious. Why the hell is she not in class? His question was answered when she came stumbling into the front office, with red eyes and a sloppy smile, smelling like a giant blunt.

"Oh," she slurred, "Hi, Jace!"

"Come on Clary," he said grabbing her arm. She yanked it away from him.

"No!" she stopped her foot like a small child.

"Cl-"

"No," she said, starting to cry, "you're mean! You're a mean man-whore, and you called me a slut!" At this point everyone was staring.

"Miss Garroway!" Clary's principle called, coming out of her office, "That is unac-"

"He's a fucking man-whore and I'm a fucking slut!" Clary screamed, throwing the papers on the secretary's desk all around the room. Jace grabbed her by the waist and slung her over his shoulder. She kicked and screamed as he carried her out to the truck.

"I fucking hate this school! No one talks to me! I hate the fucking Downworlders! I hate the fucking Shadowhunters! I hate my fucking father!"

Jace threw her into the truck, slamming the door. He had never heard her swear like this before. He climbed into the truck and started it, peeling out of the parking lot.

"Put on your seatbelt," he demanded with a deathly calm voice. Clary crossed her arms. "Now, Clary!"

She turned away from him. He slammed the brakes, holding Clary to the seat with one arm, and put the car in park, on the side of the road. He unbuckled his seat belt and moved closer to Clary, jerking her chin so she would look at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You wanna act like a slut now?! You wanna get high?! Huh?!" Jace had never yelled at her like this.

Tears ran down her face, but she refused to look him in the eye.

"Is that what you want?! Because we can do it right here and then shoot up some heroin just so we can live with ourselves. Is that what you fucking want? You gonna throw your life away like I did?"

Clary's heart was racing. She wanted part of that, but the idea of Jace relapsing scared her. Jace had promised he wouldn't do drugs like that ever again. They had already destroyed his life once.

"No," she squeaked, finally looking at him with wide, fearful eyes filled with tears.

Jace sat back in the driver's seat and ran a hand through his messy golden locks, trying to calm himself down. She couldn't throw her life away because of his dumb ass. She was too good for that.

"I shouldn't have called you a slut," he said quietly, his voice thick, "You're not a slut. You didn't do anything wrong. I just want to protect you." Lie.

He did want to protect her, but that isn't what caused his rage. He wanted her. Looking in to her eyes he still saw his Clary. His innocent Clary. He wanted her to be his and only his. He was jealous, insanely so.

She stared up at him with tear-filled, emerald eyes. Without thinking, he leaned down, pulling her face to his, and smashed their lips together.

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