So here's the thing. I was thinking about updating this story about everyother day. I start school on the 24th so I don't know how that will affect my schedule but I hope I can still update frequently. Also check out my otherr story Plague.

Guest-Well Jace does break up with her, and everyone deos want Clary to show up hot

FairyFlare-I love how mch you like my story, adn I am overjoyed that Jace broke up with Clary. As for Simon... only time will tell

WinxFan1066-Thanks I'll try

Clary POV

Walking to the bleachers after school, was by far the most nerve racking experience I'd ever encountered. And I hadn't even gotten there!

Why am I even going, should I go in the first place? It's only sensible, Jace knows basically your entire story but you know nothing of his. Not to mention he is probably the only person in the world who thinks I'm not a waste of space.

All the reassurance didn't help one bit when I actually reached Jace. Sitting there with his hair slightly ruffled, posture calm and relaxed. How could he be so comfortable when I am about to faint of anxiety. Well I'm not taking another step! Carefully I stepped back, trying my best not to make a sound.

"Clary where are you going?" Jace had somehow spotted me and he had crept up behind me. I mean who is that quiet?

"I just... a... forgot a book at my locker... for... uh... history." I stuttered out making it more than obvious that I was lying.

"Right so are you naturally that bad at lying or did my amazingness give you a loss of words?" Jace had switched back to his conceited attitude that I despised. A clear sign to leave.

"Well if the purpose of me meeting you was so that you could gloat about yourself then I am going to go."

"Wait Clary I didn't mean it like that. Please just stay." How could someone's emotions change from relaxed to arrogant to worried? I mean come on!

"I can't Jace I can't talk about this just please let me go." I said, struggling to get out of the grip that Jace had on my wrists.

"Look Clary we don't have to talk about... that, but at least let me tell you how messed up my life is. I promise it will make you feel better."

"Fine." I caved. "But if you start talking about today I am out of here.

"So where to begin, how about the fact that my last name isn't actually Wayland." He began, while leading us back to the bleachers. Wait what? Did that mean Jace was adopted? "And yes I am adopted if you were wondering. My father killed a couple months before I was born in a car accident. Then my mother passed away in labor. Michael Wayland adopted me and raised me as his own." That was sad and all, but it's not like he was abused so why is this supposed to make me feel better? I mean don't get me wrong that's tragic and all, but does he know about being all alone in this "great big world".

"Now I know you are wondering why I made such a big deal out of this, but you haven't heard the whole story." Jace had successfully piqued my interest. "I stumbled upon an old collection of letters in Michael's office one day. Letters that were addressed to me." Wait what? "Apparently my parents had wrote me letters while my mother was pregnant with me. Most of them were about how excited they were to have a child, how they would be such a happy family, they had just prepared the nursery for me, etc.

"But the last letter was covered in tears, almost illegible. My mother had wrote it when she found out that my father-Stephen Herondale- had died. She wrote that he had gone to the store to buy something for me. Celine-my mother-said that she would still love me. She never thought she'd die." Jace's voice was trembling now, he was in the weakest state I had ever seen him. "The reason that both of my parents died... was because of me. I tore apart what was such a happy family. If anyone is a waste of life it's me."

"Jace, they didn't die because of you. It was just the wrong place and the wrong time. You aren't a waste of life. You have a ton of friends, are QB for the school's football team. Everyone has the tragic events that happen in their life and that was yours. You can't beat yourself up about it." I had no idea where those words had come from. I just couldn't stand seeing him so down. That was it...

"How do I know that you aren't just lying to me?" But I could tell be the small smile on his face that I had said the right thing.

"You've seen how bad I am at lying haven't you?"

"That's an understatement. If you could get one person in the world to believe a lie that you told I would die of shock."

"Take that back!" I exclaimed, punching him softly in the shoulder.

"I think you'll have to punch a little harder." That earned him another punch, but we both knew I didn't mean it from the laughter escaping from both of us.

A text from my mom interrupted us, earning a sigh from me.

"Well I have to go, my ride's here."

"Bye Red." That's the nickname he gives me? It's on.

"Really Red? Could you be any less original?"

"We'll just have to see what you come up with for me." He retorted, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"See ya later... Goldilocks."

"What! You are not calling me Goldilocks!"

"It's too late Goldy." With that I walked away, quite please with the reaction I got from Jace.

Aline POV

Watching that brat with red hair laugh with my Jace, the pure hatred flowing through me was too large to describe. How could Jace dump me, Aline Penhallow for her a nerdy social outcast. What did she have that I didn't?

I was pretty and popular, she was ugly and out of style. I mean I have everything and she is nothing.

Jace always used to support me in offending her so what changed? I was not stuck-up or whatever he called me.

But one thing was certain. Jace was mine.

And Clary was going to pay for this.