So, it's been longer then I wanted. I didn't anticipate so much homework and other time-consuming things this year. Hopefully I will get at least one update a week. I would like to that Fire Without A Flame for the idea of the car. Also a special shoutout to the guest-BrunetteAngel who wrote such a long review, and most of it was constructive cricisim. This is what I love, people helping me write my fanfiction better, so thank you so much for that. I would also like to formally apologize for this chapter, I wrote the last part in 3rd person so it is probably awful.

ashcator2002-Just like the evil queen. I really like that show and had to make the reference

KackyK04-Thanks, hopefully this chapter satisfies

Ella Blackrose-I hope this chapter answers most of your questions, and there might be a prom!

Guest-We will see about that

BrunetteAngel-Thanks again for the great review, I will try to incorperate your tips into my ff

Guest-I know, I love Simon and HATE writing about him this way. And we all have our rants

Guest-I couldn't live without them

Clary POV

Jace Wayland WAS MY MATH TUTOR! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME I THOUGHT THAT KARMA SHOWED MERCY EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE! I mean the same boy who was a manipulating, conniving, vindictive, person who attempted to fool me just to use me as revenge for his girlfriend. I mean was this planned? Was there some sort of way that they knew about my grades and insisted that Jace come here to embarrass and humiliate me to a further extent.

Not to mention there was no way to change this. Jace Wayland was my tutor and I couldn't have been more infuriated.

Jace POV

Clary! She was the one I had to be tutoring! This is great, I can finally make things up with her and ensure that she goes out with me. Wait what? Why do I care so much about Clary not going out with me? I am a player who doesn't get attached to any girl and that's that. Why should some short-redhead be the cause of my change of heart. Well if this redhead has helped you realize Aline's true nature and that of the world, the girl who you could trust enough with your most tragic backstory, the girl who made your heart smash in two when she cried, and once again when she rejected you. That was Clary Fairchild. I didn't run after her when she turned me down, now I have to make sure history doesn't repeat itself.

Also, There was no way to change the tutoring due to Starkweather's strict rules. I was Clary Fairchild's tutor, and nothing filled me with more joy.

Hodge Starkweather POV

Ahh the tension that rippled through the room. The boy who liked the girl, but had such a bad past that the girl would never like him. It was so enjoyable, seeing the shock turn to joy, then ot dismay when the girl gave him that look of pure fury. But that wasn't all dear Clarissa did. Rage seemed to be radiating off of her body in deadly waves, knuckles clenched so tight that they were going to be and ugly shade of red later, not to forget the sharp piercing eyes that could break glass.

It was all too simple really. All I had to do was give Clarissa so much work she would be running too late for her mom to pick her up since she had another art show tonight. Racing home from the lateness, she will encounter a struggle in route to her house. One she should never wake up from. Not to mention she would certainly be so infuriated with the football player she would be so blinded that she would never see it coming or at least not have time to save herself.

The only thing to do is wait.

Clary POV

Once Mr. Starkweather left, Jace attempted to talk. Attempted.

"Look I am only here to get help in math and that's it. Don't even try to talk about anything else."

"But-"

"No. Now can we get started?" The calm tone of my voice surprised me, I was certain it would be filled with enough rage to kill.

"Fine."

o.0.O.0.o

"The answer is 3"

"No Clary, you forgot that a negative squared is a positive, which means that you have to add one instead of taking it away. The answer is actually five."

I was so fed up with math. I had to spend time doing my least favorite subject, with my least favorite person, and I knew the teasing that would come tomorrow would be my least favorite of all. And I am here so late that I have to walk home! Could life get any worse? All I want to do is go home and fall asleep reading.

Reading. It was what I did to forget. Some people cut, that didn't work for me, others listened to music too loud or drank, I still needed my hearing and was too young. Instead I just read my way out of my troubles. I could picture myself in the place of the protagonist, living in a different world where I had a better life. Each novel was an adventure, a place I was free to make my own choices and be who I really was. It was one of the main reasons I needed glasses, I reading so late in the dark that it ruined my vision. But I would give up my adventures for anything in the world. They are mine as much as Hazel Grace's infinities are to her. (Who gets that?)

"Clary are you listening?" Ugh. I was transporting to a better place where you weren't in it and then you go and bring me out of that state? I couldn't hate him more.

"Yes I was the answer is 5 and that was the last problem so I can finally go." I honestly didn't care how cruel my voice was, anything to get me out of here. But of course someone had to pull me back by the wrist,

"Clary can we please talk?" The hurt in his voice and plastered on his face! Did he take acting classes or something? Just the fact I almost believed he was genuinely hurt was enough to set me off.

"Jace I know that you are faking this entire thing to get dirt on me and share it with the world. You don't have to even try I'm not going to fall for it so you will have to leave empty handed. I don't know how you managed to set this-"

"Is that really what you think of me?"

"It's obvious that you are doing this all for Aline and you are just going to use me so that I spill all my secrets but that is not happening so if you would let me leave that would be great."

"You think that I-you think that I would do that to you?"

"I know who you are Jace, and you will never change." Not waiting for an answer I stormed out of the room.

3rd person POV

The one furious left without a second glance at the boy behind her. Had she turned, she would have noticed how the boy once broken was now shattered. How much her words had injured the boy who was misunderstood. This girl meant everything to him even if he didn't know it.

If the broken boy had really understood the mistakes he made in the past, how they shaped his image. A completely fake image, but his image nonetheless. At least this time he understood his mistake and wasn't letting this girl run away so easily.

But both were blind to the setup that worked perfectly, a setup involving a car ready to speed down a crosswalk the girl was about to cross. She was so caught up in her own anger that she failed to notice what the other had.

A force knocked her to the ground, and darkness overcame the red, concern the blond.

Neither knew this was just the beginning.

That was a cliffie.