AN: Hey, everyone! How are you guys doing? I'm gonna try to keep this AN short because the last one was way too long. I'm out shopping for my sister's prom dress, and shopping is my least favorite thing in the world. Literally. I. Hate. Shopping. So, I'm writing a chapter to distract myself. Enjoy the chapter!

Meeeeeee: I agree! Love is love, no matter the gender, race, ethnicity, or religion of the people. I'm not really a fan of Haline, but just because Aline annoys me. Sorry for the shortish chapter, but I'm glad you liked it! :)

Redheadcammie02: Thank you, I'm really glad you liked it! To clarify, she was avoiding him, not the other way around. Thanks for reviewing! :)

VMars lover: Thanks for reading, and I'm really glad you're enjoying it so far! :)

Oh gosh I just realized I put smiley faces on the end of all of the replies... Too perky?
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Glaring, scoffing, getting up and practically sprinting out of there was probably not the best idea, for a few reasons. One, Simon was my ride home. Two, this would surely get back to Isabelle thanks to Alec's presence, and Isabelle read into everything. Around Izzy, if you so much as sneezed, she came to the conclusion that you had been abducted by aliens recently and had decided not to tell her. Three, and most importantly, there was the huge possibility that Jace, Simon, or Magnus would follow me. I was not in the mood to be followed. When it became apparent that Jace had been the one to follow me out, I was almost ready to hide in the bushes. What had started as a fun outing with my best friends was getting worse and worse by the minute.

"Clary! What's wrong? Since the day you got home, you've been really off! At dinner you wouldn't stop scowling and ignoring me, and you haven't answered a single one of my text messages. Now, I see you in a coffee shop and come to say hi, and you practically knock the table over trying to get away! What's up with you? What did... What did I do wrong? I was planning to tell you this in a better way, but you've forced it! Clary, I, well, I really like you! I really like you, and we have a lot in common! I thought you felt the same way, but you've been acting so weird!" Each sentence was coming out scratchily from the back of his throat, like he didn't want to say what he was saying but it was being squeezed out of his lungs.

"No, you know what? I'm done with people like you! I am so done with this! Yeah, maybe I liked you a little bit, but you blew me off and now I feel like you were just using me! Besides, I've had bad experiences with stuff like this before, and like I said, I'm done with people like you!" I yelled, most likely visibly trying my hardest not to scream the words out. The built up anger and anxiety from the days before were coming out, and they were coming out with a bang."

"What do you mean, people like me?" he questioned. "What the hell does that mean?" he reiterated, now getting angrier by the second. Even though we both weren't at 100% because of the recent surgery, but I'm sure we looked pretty intimidating at that point. Even me, who was barely 5'2.

"You and your freaking self pity! Oh, poor me, I have no friends. Poor me, I have a defective organ! Poor me, I've had more pain! News flash! Get over yourself! No one cares! I know what you were going to do to me! Draw me in, tell me you liked me, but it would all go downhill from there! You'd be possessive, and annoying, and just shut up! This conversation is over! To NOT be continued! Get out of my face!"

"No, wait a second! Self pity?! Is that what you think? Is that what you think of me? I don't act like that! If anything, I handled myself better than you! You and your whininess couldn't even keep your eyes open! And where the hell did you get those ideas from? Draw you in? Be possessive? Maybe I wouldn't be the best, but I'd try, unlike you who's jumping to conclusions for no reason!" he screamed. At this point, neither of us were holding back and passersby were staring without shame.

"I said, GET OUT OF MY FACE!" I screamed. With all of the power in my lungs, I screamed. Tears were beginning to pour out, and memories of 'him' were pouring out with them, triggered by the screaming. From beginning to end, the whole story played out on my eyelids

"Fine then! I'll get out of your face. Forever! You're a nut job! Have fun jumping to conclusions! And your past 'bad experiences'! I bet they were all your fault!"

"You have no right to say that!" But he was already gone. Simon came frantically running out of the doors taking one look at me and immediately enveloping me in a hug, whispering in my ear that it would be okay. It wasn't even the fight with Jace that had me in hysterics, although that wasn't very pleasant, it was the jagged fragments of the past stabbing me like broken glass. When I had calmed down slightly, although the tears had not slowed, I pulled back and half heartedly asked where Magnus was. On cue, he himself walked through the doors of the coffee shop.

"Oh my god, Clare, I'm so sorry! What did that idiot do? This is my fault, isn't it! You told me not to call them over, and I did! I'm such an awful friend! Do you want me to go after that guy, teach him a lesson or two? Who was he anyway?" Magnus said all in one breath, half talking to himself.

"N-no, it's okay Mags. It wasn't your fault. Don't bother going after him, it was my fault anyway for starting a fight. I h-hate him. He has no idea what he's talking about. C-can you guys just take me home?" They both nodded silently, and before I knew it Simon was tucking me in.

"Si, was it really my fault?" I whispered, barely audibly. Knowing exactly what I meant, Simon responded.

"Of course not, Clary. Sebastian was an awful person, that's all there is to it. You did nothing wrong." At that, he kissed me on the forehead and walked away. Sleep, however, would not, did not, could not come.

AN: Oops, that got intense fast. I guess it was all of my pent up aggression at shopping...? Reviews are very appreciated, and thank you so much to anyone who has read, reviewed, followed, or favorited! See you soon!