AN: Thanks to everyone who has either reviewed or PM me about this story. I hope you will all like this chapter, now I'll leave you guys to read and hopefully enjoy the chapter.

Jace's point of view

I woke up from the dream like I normally did.

Me being shot in the heart and Clary sitting on the floor screaming my name trying to move towards me her brother holding her back and Valentine and Jocelyn were smiling evilly at me as my vision blacked and I fell away into the darkness of nothing.

I shivered even though the room was warm.

That dream was extremely strange and when I was in it; it felt like I was actually there living in the dream and it was scary because now I know that er brother is Jonathan and Kaelie said that her parents were called Jocelyn and Valentine.

I got changed and then went down to grab some breakfast.

When Izzy was ready to leave half an hour later and we was in the car I thought back to the dream and shivered again.

Izzy noticed and asked me "Why are you shivering? It's not that cold outside."

I explained to Izzy about my dream I kept having and at the end Izzy's face was very pale and she muttered "If I ever meet her father then I will kick his ass for her."

I asked curiously "Why would you 'kick his ass' for her? I'm the one who gets shot every night."

Izzy glared at the road (but I knew it was meant to be for me) before saying "You don't know about her past. It's horrible how someone can do that to her."

"What they did to her isn't as bad as having both parents die at ten years old and have to live in a foster home." I snapped at Izzy.

Izzy snapped back "Oh no. Sorry that I forgot that Jace Herondale's life is so much worse than everyone else's even Clary Fray's even though from what she's told me it's pretty bad and she's been in more than two homes in her whole life not to mention that she is also being pushed around by some stupid popular people like you because she has no interest in becoming a slut like her foster sister who is currently dating you."

I sat there staring at Izzy with my mouth hanging open in surprise.

If what Izzy has just said was true then that's why she doesn't trust as much. Who goes in more than two or three homes in a lifetime of a sixteen year old girl?

That also why she glares at me and Tobias when we say some stuff to her.

Izzy then snapped at me "Might want to shut your mouth or the sluts might go off you there. Oh and if any of you dicks or sluts touch or even think of Clary today then whoever it is will be dead."

I shut my mouth again as we drove into the school car park and pulled up next to Caleb's car which was unusual for it to be here this early.

We both got out and I saw Caleb and Tris both sitting together looking like they were once again arguing and then about halfway up the small hill there was a small red head blasting music into her ears using massive and proper headphones.

I walked over to Caleb and Tris and asked "Am I interrupting something here?"

Caleb said "Not really, I was just telling Tris here not to be so pissed at Clary for yesterday when Clary made her look like an absolute idiot after school."

I had to hold back a smile when he said that and Tris then snapped "I only spoke the truth."

A small voice came up behind all of us "Oh but Beatrice you didn't speak all of it did you?"

We all turned around and saw that Clary was standing there behind us her hair glittering in the sun.

Tris glared at her and stood up to tower over her and snarling "You better not call me that again or I'll…"

Clary interrupted her "Or you'll try to punch me again? Or will you get one of your many boyfriends to beat me up this time? Oh and by the way glaring and snarling make you look rather ugly, not many boys will fall for that there Beatrice."

Tris spluttered and Clary then added on "Spluttering also doesn't flatter you either. Just a piece of sisterly advice. Oops look at the time, better get off now, lots to do ya know, toodles."

Clary was almost smiling but before she could she turned away and skipped off doing an impression of the popular girls all going off happily to talk to the players like me.

Caleb burst out laughing and was soon almost crying of laughter and I must admit that I wanted to laugh too but I tried not to for Tris' sake.

Tris was glaring at Clary's back as Clary joined her own group of friends.

Somehow all of her friends were misfits but if they were put together they were pretty strong and almost seemed like they were invincible and no one could break them apart.

My sister was among them and so was Clary's ratty friend who Clary was talking to and judging by how she laughed he'd said something to amuse her a lot.

I felt almost jealous of him. How could he make her smile and laugh so easily whereas all I kept getting was sarcastic or angry comments or silence.

I felt Tris' arms wrap around my waist so I looked down at her and gave her one of my forced but amazing smiles.

Tris didn't seem to notice that it was completely forced so she smiled back at me and kissed my cheek.

I could feel my cheek burn from her lipstick mark she had left but no matter how much I tried to look away from Clary my eyes kept drifting back to her.

Now a teacher was talking to Clary and she was nodding and smiling but now her smile look just as forced as mine probably does.

I sighed as the bell rung for homeroom. It was going to be hard to keep my eyes off Clary for now.

Clary's point of view

After skipping away from Tris, Caleb and Jace, I re-joined my friends who were all trying not to laugh.

Uriah soon came over to me and said "High five to the little red!"

I glared at him and said "I'm not that small, I'm actually taller than Tris without the high heels of course but other than that I will accept the high five."

We both slapped hands and then Uriah then rubbed his hand whereas I just shook it slightly before saying to Izzy "Did you like my skipping Iz?"

Izzy laughed and said "Totally Clary!"

Simon then said "I must admit it was very well done. Have you been practising?"

I laughed along with Izzy this time and I said "How else do you think I pulled it off so well?"

Simon just smiled and shook his head at me who made me smile properly like only these people and my brother could actually do.

The bell soon rang for homeroom to start so we all said bye to each other before going to our classrooms.

I slid into my seat in between Jace and Tobias and apparently now Sebastian Verlac sat on the other side of Jace which even Jace and Tobias looked unhappy about.

Sebastian Verlac had either a very dark brown or black hair and he had the same coloured eyes as Jon did but Sebastian's eyes looked so much more darker and evil than Jon's did. His eyes half reminded me of Valentine which didn't help my thoughts get ready for the next lesson.

I shivered slightly before pushing a few loose red curls out of my face and staring at the wall.

Sebastian's voice cut me out of my thoughts by saying "Hello Red. I don't think we've met properly yet have we? I'm Sebastian Verlac."

I looked at him and said "No we haven't met properly yet but considering that yesterday you punched me in the shoulder, I'm thinking that we won't get along very well."

Sebastian looked almost surprised and I soon blanked all three of them out again.

Sebastian then cut across the nice silence between us four again by saying "Well Red, I think that it's rather rude how you never introduced yourself to me."

I looked at him and said "I am rude occasionally; this is one of them occasions in case you were wondering. And I also think that punching strangers in the shoulder is rude too so why should I be nice to you?"

Sebastian then repeated "Well I'm asking you what your name is?"

I just simply pointed "If you're one of Caleb's friends then you probably already know my name."

Sebastian looked surprised but then it was replaced with anger as he spat out "Clary Fray."

I gave a fake smile and said "See I didn't need to tell you after all."

The bell then rang and I left the room and headed towards my English classroom with Izzy.

Jace's point of view

When Clary slid into her seat in homeroom I could tell that she wasn't impressed about having Verlac sitting next to me as much as me and Tobias were.

She studied Sebastian for a few seconds before shivering ever so slightly and then she moved her gaze to a wall whilst pushing a few of her beautiful red curls out of her pale and freckled face.

I didn't blame her for shivering really he still really creped me out much more than I would ever admit especially with his eyes and also they looked almost like Clary's father's eyes did, cold, black, and not really any light in them at all.

Sebastian then said to Clary which was practically over my head (Yes Verlac is a few inches taller than me but I must say that I'm much more stunning then him, even though he always has girls fawning over him saying how dark and rebellious looking he is (That creeps me out too) and how hot he is too (Even more creepy huh?) but that's what everyone think of him so I can't really change their mind can I) "Hello Red. I don't think we've met properly yet have we? I'm Sebastian Verlac."

Clary simply looked at him weirdly and said "No we haven't met but considering that yesterday you punched me in the shoulder, I'm thinking that we won't get along very well. And I also"

I felt anger go through me at her words.

How dare he punch my Clary!

Wait when did she become my Clary?

Anyway Sebastian looked almost surprised and Clary went back to staring at the wall and blanking all three of us out again.

Sebastian then cut across the awkward and uncomfortable silence between the four of us by saying to Clary "Well Red, I think that it's rather rude how you never introduced yourself to me."

Clary looked like she wanted to murder him but just the way she looked at him and said "I am rude occasionally; this is one of them occasions in case you were wondering. And I also think that punching strangers in the shoulder is rude too so why should I be nice to you? "

Sebastian then repeated to her "Well I'm asking you what your name is?"

Clary was probably mentally punching him as she pointed out "If you're one of Caleb's friends then you probably already know my name."

Now Sebastian looked surprised but soon it was replaced with his anger (which isn't very good) and he spat out her name like it was venom "Clary Fray."

She gave a fake smile at him that made me want to laugh at his expression of anger and amazement on how she looked amazing even with a fake smile and said almost like she was talking to a little child or an older person "See I didn't need to tell you after all."

The bell then rang and Clary left the room and left me and Four trying not to laugh at Sebastian's face of lots of emotions which looked like annoyed, amazed, and shocked and another emotion which had no name for it.

Sebastian looked at both me and Four and Four said "Yep, she's always like that."

I smiled at Sebastian as much as I could because of his dark eyes before I turned around and headed towards my English class.

Soon enough it was art where I had to sit next to Clary again.

I was one of the first into the classroom and I sat in my seat waiting for Clary to enter the room.

As she did it was as though the whole room seemed a lot brighter and she looked even more beautiful than before.

I had to try not to stare at her as she spoke to the teacher and she smiled politely and nodded before leaving the teacher and walking towards me (well the desk actually but I was at the desk so I could just pretend it was me right?).

Clary sat in her seat not as gracefully as one might expect a girl to but she still made herself look amazing as she did it.

She pulled out her sketchpad and a pencil case before forcefully smiling quickly at me for a greeting and then she ignored me again.

I sighed ever so slightly.

Why did she have to hate me so much?

All I wanted to do was at least be able to talk to her but at the moment she just either ignores me, stays silent or she comes out with sarcastic comments.

It was so annoying sometimes.

Today we were told that our homework was to work in our pairs and then one has to draw the other which will count to both of our art grades.

When the teacher told us we could start, Clary groaned slightly before turning to me and saying "I presume that you would want me to draw you?"

I felt slightly embarrassed because that had been my exact thoughts but I nodded anyway and she nodded and said "Brilliant. How fun is this going to be?"

"Very fun?" I suggested trying to pretend to be cheerful, that wasn't too hard because this meant I got to see Clary more which made me cheerful anyway.

Clary gave me a look and corrected "Actually I was think more like torture."

I smiled and asked "My house or your house?"

Clary choked on air before just about saying "My house will do. I'll have my car by tonight so I don't have to put up with Tris' terrible music anymore."

I asked her "You have a car?"

Clary looked at me and said "I'm getting it tonight because I leant it to my brother for a while in Florida as he managed to crash his so I let him borrow mine until he got a new one which then he would send mine to me here and he told me that it'll be coming today."

She looked almost excited which was a first for me to see her like that.

I asked her "What car is it?"

Clary looked at her sketching as she answered "It's a black Cadillac with tail fins too."

I watched how her cheeks went slightly red as though she was embarrassed about her choice of car.

I smiled and said "That sounds like a car you'd have."

My comment made Clary blush even more but she said nothing to me.

I mentally slapped myself.

My voice in my head says sarcastically to me 'Well done Herondale, A* for making the girl you kind of like get mad at you.' I told it sharply to shut up. Such a stupid and sarcastic brain I have sometimes.

I then pushed away the voice in my head and said to Clary "Um I'm sorry, it wasn't meant to come out like that."

Clary looked up at me as though she was surprised but her eyes and face gave no emotion away as she said "It's fine, you get used to it after a while."

I nodded and asked "So when should we do our project then?"

Clary tilted her head slightly and said "Um I can do tonight as long as it's after six."

I nodded and asked "That's fine how about half past?"

Clary considered this and nodded whilst saying "I can make that."

I smiled at her but she had already looked away again.

I then wondered silently what she was doing before six.

Clary answered "I have kick-boxing lessons."

Or not so silently then.

I stared at her for a minute. She goes kick-boxing? Why does she do that?

Then I snapped myself out of it.

I nodded and looked down at my absolutely terrible drawing of a person's hands and arms.

I then glanced at Clary's which looked amazing.

We were drawing something for self-harming and Clary's drawing was amazing.

Her drawing was similar to what mine was meant to be like with the inside of the arms and hands facing upwards. There were also gruesome cuts and scars running down the arms vertically.

I studied her drawing some more and I exclaimed to her "That's amazing!"

Clary looked up and straight at me and then back to her work before saying "Um thanks I guess. It's not actually my best drawing I've done."

I felt my eyebrows raise and I just about got out "Really?"

Clary nodded and said "Yep, or so I'm told anyway."

I smiled and asked her "Can I see your other ones later?"

She shrugged and answered "Some of them maybe but not my private ones. No one looks in them except me."

I wondered this time it was actually silently what Clary drew in her private sketchpads.

The bell rang for the end of art and Clary shut her sketchpad carefully and left soon afterwards.

I wondered how long it would take for her to trust me.

TIMETRAVEL TO THE END OF THE DAY!

Clary's point of view

As I walked through the many streets of New York I thought back to art.

Did I really agree to let Jace and I mean like The Jace Herondale to look through some of my sketches.

Oh god what did I just do?

What if he thought they were terrible? What if he takes pictures of all of them and then shows them to the rest of the school?

I groaned angrily and kicked one of the stones off the pavement and onto the road.

I then felt drops of water trickle down the back of my top and down my back.

I looked up and saw that there were dark, angry, grey clouds above the skyscrapers.

I sighed as I realised that my jacket had no hood and my umbrella was in my beautiful Cadillac which was now on the way to the Prior house.

Then the rain started to fall and soak my clothes.

I walked quickly into Luke's bookshop and as soon as the bell tinkled Luke looked up from his small desk and commented "You look slightly damp there Clary."

I glared at him and asked him "Have you seen the weather outside?"

Luke laughed and said "Only kidding Claire Bear."

I smiled and gave him a hug which he wasn't too pleased about but he returned it anyway.

He then did a complete Jon and held me out at arms-length and studying me before asking "How was school?"

I shrugged and said "Not too bad. What about the shop?"

Luke returned my shrug and then said "Got the books?"

I nodded and pulled them all out of my backpack before handing them over and paying the bill for them.

Luke asked me interestedly "So what do you want this week?"

I smiled at how well Luke knew me.

I probably should tell you guys about how I know Luke so well and vice versa.

Luke Garrowway had been one of my mum's best childhood friends and also one of my dad's too. Luke and my dad then had a massive argument after my mum and dad was married. Luke then moved to many different places to see the world but eventually he came to live in New York. My mum meanwhile had had me and Jon with Valentine and then they had also got divorced too. My mum had been struggling with money when I had dragged her into this bookshop to look at some of the books. That's basically how mum and Luke met again. I had liked Luke because he had given me, Jon and mum some food and drinks as well as letting me and Jon choose a book for free. When me and Jon had moved to Valentine's house Luke was basically my dad and the bookshop my home. I used to stay here with him when my dad had been really drunk and I'd run away. After me and Jon left our dad, Luke was still always there for us and I had missed him when we had been moved to Florida even if I did learn how to surf there. Then that lead up to now pretty much.

Luke was now starting to get a few grey hairs mixed in with the brown. And he had a few wrinkles around his watery blue/grey eyes and his often smiling mouth.

I asked Luke "Have you got all the Deltora Quest books back yet?"

Luke smiled and pointed out to me "Claire Bear, you do realise those books are meant to be for like six to ten year olds right?"

I snorted and asked "Your point is?"

Luke just smiled and told me slightly more seriously "How many times have I told you that you should try and read more adult books Claire Bear."

I sighed and repeated my answer exactly the same as when he asked me that every time before this one "And how many times do I have to tell you Uncle Luke, that I love to read fiction and about faraway places and magic. Adult books are just so dull and unimaginative compared to kids' books."

Luke smiled and answered "As I am a purely stubborn man you will have to tell me one more time Claire Bear just like you will always have to."

I smiled back and said "So do you have them?"

Luke nodded as he put a hand over his heart and said as if he was offended "How can you think so low of me and my bookshop Clarissa?"

I rolled my eyes and said "Just get them Lucian."

Luke rolled his eyes and shuffled through the shelves and found the right books and passed them to me.

I smiled at him again and said "Thanks Uncle Luke, I have to get home now bye!"

Luke called after my retreating back "No problem Claire Bear, and if you want to for Christmas you and your brother can come here and eat with me if you two want to."

I looked back at Luke and said "Thanks Luke, I'll talk with Jon on Sunday but I'm sure it'll be fine."

Luke smiled and then called "Have fun at school and be safe!"

I waved my hand at him to show him that I'd heard before leaving to go out to the rainy New York streets again.

When I got back to the house like usual I was back before Caleb and Tris.

Natalie had probably heard me come in as she came rushing around the corner and said to me "Hey Clary, you know that your room has the extra room leading off it which Tris' does and she uses it for her own walk in wardrobe?"

I nodded and asked "What about it?"

Natalie grinned and told me "Well I made it into your very own art studio for you. I've just painted it white for now and I've also set up all of the lights and put blinds for the windows up."

I smiled politely at her and said "Thank you Natalie, I never asked you to do that though."

Natalie smiled sadly at me as she said "I wanted to surprise you with a good surprise not one of other ones that you've had previously."

I smiled gratefully and I pulled her into some sort of an awkward hug as I said again "Thank you Natalie."

Natalie smiled and led me into the art studio room and said "Well what do you think?"

I smiled and said "It's perfect Natalie thank you."

Natalie gave me her million dollar smile which she gave for photos for the newspapers or magazines before leaving me alone in the studio.

I smiled and laughed as I thought about all of the drawings I could put up around the room instead of leaving them open to dry in my sketchpads.

I started to paint a faraway country side landscape which has tall long grass and a small wooden house in the middle of fields and fields of long grass.

By the time I had finished it was nearly time for my kick-boxing lesson so I hung it up to dry quickly and I grabbed my sports bag and left for the small gym only a few blocks away.

When I got there I saw my coach Hodge Starkweather waiting for me in the front office.

I smiled at him just before he asked "You ready to kick some ass today Fray?"

Now I grinned and said "Ready as ever."

He led me through the gym and I stared around and watched how some of the other instructors were helping their clients fight most of them at this time were little kids from the ages of eight to about fourteen.

Soon he stopped outside a separate fighting room where it'd just be me and him fighting.

We both took opposite ends and stood there facing each other and I asked him before we started to fight "Can we put music on?"

Hodge nodded and said "Yeah as long as it's not One Direction or Justin Bieber!"(AN: Sorry if you like them, they were just the first ones which came into my head that I don't particularly like.)

"Do you think I listen to either of them?"

"No I was just warning you."

I smiled and plugged in my IPod and pressed shuffle so I blared out a random song.

I turned back to Hodge and we both counted down together "3, 2, 1, fight!"

Hodge lunged at me with a punch to the head which I easily dodged and I swung a punch towards his stomach.

Soon we were both lashing out at each other because even if one of us got a bruise we would just laugh it off quickly.

The fight ended about half an hour later when Hodge tried to punch me in the stomach which I dodged and did a spin kick to his stomach and then when he caught my leg he flipped me onto the floor but I had been expecting that so I landed in a perfect crouch and I swung one of my legs out which knocked his weight off his knees which made him stumble so then I quickly got up and kicked him in the side again which made him fall over and lay on the floor defeated.

I panted out "I think I won there."

Hodge coughed and said "You think?"

I smiled and then I realised that he was still on the floor and I was being half like my father by not helping him even if I shouldn't do.

I then walked over to him and held my hand out gently for Hodge to take which he did and I pulled him up to his feet again.

I went over to my IPod and I groaned as I saw it was six already.

Hodge who was almost creepy considering he knew why I was groaning asked "You have a project to do with someone you don't like?"

I nodded and said "I have to draw him for a project which will count for both of our grades."

Hodge smiled sadly at me which made me take him in for the first time since I'd got here this evening.

Hodge had very light grey hair but I never really thought of him as old and he had very intelligent looking grey eyes and his face had wrinkles covering his skin which made me realise how old Hodge must actually be.

I slid my stuff back into the bag and I said "I better get going now because I need to sort my studio out before he comes at half six."

Hodge nodded and led me out again talking a little about how well his younger group was doing.

Hodge cut me out of my thoughts by saying "… and the rest of this week I'm doing kick boxing for Idris High P.E lessons."

I interrupted him by probably quite rudely asking "Are you kidding me? I have to go to that school don't I?"

Hodge smiled and said "Welcome to the small world of New York and you're my little guinea pig. Well except from the others who I'm bringing with me."

I glared at him and said "At least I can kick your ass at school too know."

Hodge laughed and said "Oh that's going to be fun now isn't it?"

I smiled and said "See you third lesson then."

Hodge smiled and called to my retreating back "Ditto Miss Fray."

I smiled to myself as I ran back to the house and ran for the shower to get cleaned up before changing into today's school clothes and quickly blow drying my hair or well drying it and then causing master knots in it anyway.

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was twenty past six so I quickly ran into my art studio and started to adjust the lights for when Jace got here.

I heard Izzy's car pull up into the driveway and I ran out of my art studio and room, down the stairs and almost into the door so Tris wouldn't drag him off before I got to draw him.

Me being such an idiot and a klutz managed to run into the banister at the top of the stairs, then trip down the stairs and then whack my head against the door before finally managing to open the door and yell out to Natalie and Andrew that I was fine.

As soon as I opened the door I saw Jace leaning against the doorway smiling lazily down at me and he asked sarcastically "Are you really that eager to see me that you have to abuse yourself on the way to the door because you're too excited?"

I rolled my eyes as I said "No Herondale, I just want to get it over and done with oh and also I don't want you being dragged off to Tris' room for a quick make out session before I draw you."

Jace glared at me quickly but it soon changed into a smile as Natalie came around the corner with Samson keenly following her trying to sneak some food off her from our dinner but he was having no luck so far.

When Samson saw me like normal he went ballistic and charged at me almost knocking me down to the ground again and trying to give me lots of kisses.

I pushed him away and then I went into the kitchen to grab one of our many coffee machines and I carried it upstairs along with two cups for both of us.

Jace followed me up the stairs and when we reached my bedroom door I heard him ask "Are we really going to sit in your bedroom to do this? I mean what if we get distracted?"

I glanced back at him and said "No idiot we're going to work in my studio but if we were working in my bedroom then why would I get distracted and what by?"

Jace gave me a confused look but I just turned away and opened my bedroom door and muttered "Come on then, let's go get the torture over and done with."

And with that I stepped into my room with Jace following close behind me.

Jace's point of view

After Clary answered my question sarcastically like normal, she muttered something to herself and then stepped into her room with me following her.

I thought back to when she answered the door to let me in. Her bright red flame like hair had been hanging loosely down around to her elbows in fiery curls and her emerald eyes had an almost happy look in her eyes as she saw the dog Samson, and she looked like she fitted in with the house very well in fact. She had also looked more beautiful than she lets herself look at school.

Before Clary almost dragged me into 'the studio' I took a look at her room and saw that it was actually a lot neater than I expected it to be for a girl's room.

The walls had been painted black but covered in multi coloured splatters of paint. Her bed was a double bed with an emerald green duvet and sheets. On the floor wasn't clothes like Izzy's or one of my many 'girlfriends', it was scattered with books of all sort from Harry Potter to Charles Dickens and to Manga comics and coloured pencils, sketchpads, crumpled pieces of paper and all these other arty stuff that she hadn't taken into the studio yet.

By the time Clary dragged me through to the studio I was still trying to figure out what I would change about Clary if I could.

Now in my opinion, I thought that that the studio was a lot neater than her bedroom.

These walls were painted a plain white and there was barely anything in here except a few more sketchpads, her bag for school, and some basic pencils that looked fairly expensive oh and a painting that was drying in the corner.

I looked at the middle of the room where Clary was getting a comfy chair for me to sit on.

I wondered towards the painting and saw that it was exactly the house that I see every night in my dream.

I froze and stood there watching the painting and I only came out of my daze when Clary's hand touched my arm and her impatient voice cut across my voice "Hey! Calling Herondale back to earth, we need to get this project done you know."

I looked at her and I asked "Where is that place? In the painting I mean."

Clary stood closer to the painting as though studying it carefully before saying more to herself "Dammit, why is it always there I draw? Why can't I draw anywhere else, urgh second thoughts I hate that painting."

I frowned at her muttering, what did she mean by why was it always there she drew? And why does she now hate a good painting because of that place?

Clary then seemed to realise that I was still there and she just said "It's just somewhere from my past that's all."

I thought back to dream Clary who always told me that she lived there and her name was Clarissa Morgenstern. The same last name as her father's is. Now she calls herself Clary Fray as if she's trying to make a new person and leave Clarissa Morgenstern behind.

I remembered what Izzy said about her dad being abusive so I said quietly "It's your father's house."

Clary's head snapped up straight to look at me and she asked me sharply "What?"

I felt slightly awkward now because those emerald eyes were fairly scary at the moment with all the anger and surprise in them but I repeated what I had said "I said that the house in the painting, it's your father's house right?"

Clary looked freaked out for a few seconds before her almost mask like face covered up her emotions again as she said "Tha- um well I should probably tell you the truth, you deserve that at least."

I raised my eyebrows at her which she saw as she drew her breath in slightly and she said "Yes that is where Valentine used to live. It was a beautiful house once but after well when my dad started getting drunk well you can imagine how that turned out to be like."

I shuddered at the thought of her father but Clary hadn't finished yet apparently as she asked me now "How did you know that it was Valentine's house?"

I opened my mouth but I couldn't find the right words so I shut it again, I tried a few more times and Clary looked as if she was amused by my speechlessness.

Finally I managed to tell her about my dreams that I'd had except the part about her looking extremely beautiful.

Clary's face went slightly paler if that was possible as I told her but she closed her eyes and said "Um let's get on with the project."

I nodded and asked her "How do you want me to pose?"

Clary just smiled and shook her head and told me as seriously as she could "Whichever way is the most comfortable for you except nude, no way am I going to draw you nude. I think I'm a bit too young for that."

I laughed and then a voice which I didn't recognise came floating through the room "And may I ask why you Clarissa Morgenstern are talking about being nude to a young good looking boy?" The voice had a very posh, ordering, and harsh tone which was strange but it kind of worked.

Clary obviously knew this voice as she said in the same posh tone "I believe that what I and Mr Herondale were talking about is actually none of your business Jeanine."

I looked at the door way as the figure of someone moved into the light of the studio.

The woman who was standing there looked a lot like Tris really; she had shoulder length blonde hair and blue/grey eyes and her features even looked similar to Tris' which I must admit scared me ever so slightly.

The woman was also studying me but Clary soon diverted her eyes away from me as she asked "What are you doing here then Jeanine?"

Jeanine smiled and said in a really annoying soft and almost irritating voice "Just checking up on you Clarissa."

Clary looked like she wanted to flinch away from Jeanine as she put her hand on Clary's shoulder.

Jeanine then asked Clary "Why do you have a very attractive boy sitting in what do you call this place again?"

Clary looked extremely annoyed as she answered once again in the same tone of voice "This place as you called it is my art studio and me and the boy was going to start work on our art project which counts towards our grades so if you don't mind then please get out of this room before I kick you out."

Jeanine laughed a really patronising sort of laugh and said to Clary as though she was five "I need to look at some of your private sketches Clarissa dear and also I need to talk to you about everything so I don't think you should talk like that to me."

Clary glared at the sketchpad but she said almost politely "Well Jeanine I have some work to be getting on with so you will have to talk with me whilst I sketch I'm afraid."

Jeanine smiled sweetly and said almost happily "Okay then Clary, let me just sort out your paperwork and then we'll have a nice little chat."

Clary smiled sarcastically back before walking to me and muttering under her breath to me "You won't talk about this to anyone at school right?"

I shook my head and Clary looked slightly relieved but she quickly muttered "Can you kill me now?" I laughed which made Jeanine look up and then swarm around us asking "What is so funny boy?"

Clary who must have been pretty annoyed snapped at Jeanine "Boy has a name you know!"

Jeanine looked at her and took Clary by the shoulders and said "Clarissa darling you need to calm down before we talk okay?"

Clary pulled herself out of Jeanine's grasp and she muttered as she moved the lights slightly "If you weren't here then I would be calm."

I almost laughed again but Jeanine suddenly looked at me and asked me "So boy what's your name as Clarissa Morgenstern is refusing to tell me?"

I answered her question honestly "My name is Jace Herondale, and who are you?"

Jeanine smiled and she said "I am Jeanine Mathers and I am Clary's social worker."

Clary walked past us and said "Who can't be bothered to do her job so she sends me to absolute shit holes instead because she's too busy chatting up the 'sexy' boys in the office."

Jeanine looked at Clary unimpressed and said "Clarissa Morgenstern you need to calm down right now or I'll send you back to…"

Clary turned he whole body around to face Jeanine which made her red hair fly around her face and body like real fire as she interrupted again "Send me back to where exactly? Most of them will not take me back in again and the ones which would are now in prison plotting to be evil. So where is back? Back to Florida with my brother then go for it, I'll go live with him but other than that you can't move me back anywhere.

Jeanine looked angry which made Clary almost look some sort of revenge had come as she smiled at me and asked "Are you comfortable there Jace?"

I nodded and said "How am I posing again?"

Clary rolled her eyes and told me "Well I would have told you but someone…" she glared at Jeanine as she said that "interrupted my line of speech."

Jeanine was now sorting out some papers in the corner and pretended as if Clary wasn't glaring at her.

Clary then looked at me again and she said "However you want which would be comfortable to you as long as it suits your personality and it's not nude no matter how much it could represent your personality."

I nodded and sat slumped back in the chair and I had one leg crossed over the other one and my arms crossed across my chest.

Clary took in my position and asked me "Okay you happy with that?"

I nodded and asked "Do you have any books or something to do whilst your painting me?"

Clary looked at me curiously as she said "Um I have a few books I suppose you could read."

I perked up immediately and asked her "What ones?"

Clary looked away as she answered and she told me as she started to readjust the lights once again "Um the Harry Potter's, The Hunger Games, the chronicles of Siala, The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, um some Shakespeare books like Romeo and Juliet and Midsummer's night dream and some Charles Dickens and one which I can remember I have at the top of my head is A Tale of Two Cities."

I raised my eyebrows at Clary and asked "You have A Tale of Two Cities?"

I think that it's probably one of my favourite books of all time and if she has it then well I think that I would like her twice as much than I already do (It's only a small amount okay?)

Clary looked at me with some sort of half smile and she confirmed "Yes I indeed do have A Tale of Two Cities, probably one of my favourite classic books that I own or have read."

Clary saw my face which must have been surprised because she now smiled ever so slightly before losing it and telling me "Okay I'll get that book for you and I might as well get The Lord of the Rings whilst I'm at it."
I stared after her as she left the room almost wondering if she really did have her own copies of them books or if it is just a library book that she's borrowed.

Jeanine seemed to read my mind because she told me without looking up from her papers "Yes they are her own books she's brought with her money. She will tell you quite happily that her Rings of Lords books are the original six books you know."

I had no idea what Jeanine was going on about with Rings of Lords or six original books.

Clary came back through carrying an armful of books and she automatically told Jeanine "The books are called Lord or the Rings and there's actually seven of the original books not six but yes they are my books which I've brought or been given."

I almost laughed at how Clary just corrected Jeanine as though Jeanine was the child instead of her and automatically too.

Clary dumped her pile of books near my feet and she looked at me before telling me "I brought a lot of books so you won't be bored to death.

I smirked at her and told her cheekily "I wouldn't be bored anyway."

Clary nodded and said it as though she'd just had a blonde moment "Ah, you'd be chatting up Jeanine. Got it!"

Jeanine finally looked up and asked Clary "What did you say about me?"

Clary gave her a smile which looked completely fake and she said to Jeanine "Nothing, just telling Mr Herondale what an amazing social worker you are."

Jeanine smiled and then looked back at the papers and sorted through them again.

Clary turned to me and gave me a smirk back before turning away again and finally sitting on her own chair and watching me carefully before sketching something on the paper and then repeating the same thing.

I picked up a book and pretended to read it but I was really listening to Clary and Jeanine's conversation.

Jeanine asked Clary to start with "So Clary how are you?"

Clary gave her an irritated look and told her "I'm fine thank you and can I just ask why you haven't asked me that in the past ten to twenty minutes you've been sitting there?"

Jeanine scribbled something on the paper and with a glance from Clary, Clary added on "My past does not haunt my eyes by the way."

Jeanine looked up at Clary and said back simply "And you read my notes upside down to you and also how is school?"

Clary rolled her eyes and honestly said "Schools okay, no bullying happening so far."

Jeanine scribbled on the sheet again "Okay, do you have any bruises on you from anyone?"

Clary looked at me worriedly now and she hissed at Jeanine "Keep your voice down, no one else needs to know about that. And to answer your question no, not unless you count a few maybe from my kickboxing lessons."

Jeanine gave Clary an unreadable look to me but Clary softened slightly and went back to sketching me.

Jeanine then asked "What about the bruise on your shoulder?"

"I bashed it against a locker at school when I tripped over my feet again."

I then realised that, the shoulder Jeanine was talking about was the same one that Sebastian punched the other day so now Clary was lying to Jeanine to cover up being hit by other people.

Jeanine seemed to believe her though as she then asked another question "And how are you coping without Jonathan with you?"

Clary's eyes went slightly stormy to start with but she tamed them down before answering "I'm okay, I mean I would love to have Jonathan here in New York but he needs to do his job before that can happen."

I remembered that her brother was in the group The Shadowhunters and that he was currently living in Florida.

Jeanine then asked something that caught my attention "So do you have any friends at your new school? Or even better any boyfriends?"

Clary looked irritated again as she told Jeanine "Yes I have friends and some of them are boys but no I have no boyfriend or boyfriends for you to gossip about."

"Not even someone you like?"

Clary blushed at this which made me wonder if she did like someone but she quickly covered it up by snapping "No I don't like anyone like that anyway."

Jeanine asked her almost hungrily "Not even Mr Herondale over there?"

Clary blushed even more but she told Jeanine firmly "No, he's a popular person."

Jeanine asked her "Why not?"

Clary just sighed and simply told her "Because that's the way of high school. We all have our own groups. We have the popular people, the nerds, the weirdo's, the musicians, the hipsters, the Goths and Emo, the wannabe populars, the sports people and then the misfits. Not many people leave their groups after they've started being in them. It's just how it works now a high school. I'm a misfit, I have no particular type of group and he's all popular and plus he's dating my foster sister so yeah not going to work out there."

Jeanine sighed as she scribbled on her papers before asking "How's the new home for you?"

Clary was busy drawing so it was a few minutes before she replied with "It's okay I guess."

Jeanine looked at Clary before saying "Why is it just okay?"

Clary glanced at me nervously before saying "Jeanine it's the same as everywhere else I've been, I don't fit in here or anywhere just nowhere really. Everyone you pick are all beautiful and popular, sometimes abusive but not always and then there's just me."

Jeanine looked sadly at Clary and I couldn't blame her really. Clary just brought herself down, she barely smiled or showed any emotions to any people other than her friends (and family I assume), she also just sounds so bitter about herself as though she was just a failure and no one should like or talk or even think about her.

Jeanine asked Clary "Can I have a look at your sketchpads please Clary?"

Clary looked at Jeanine and something passed between the two girls and Clary nodded before standing up and leaving the room again.

Jeanine then said to me as if she knew that I'd been listening into their conversation "She wasn't always like that you know."

I glanced at her quickly before asking "What do you mean?"

Jeanine sighed and told me "I've been her social worker since she was born to help her mother and brother really. She used to be happy and smile and laugh all the time but now she just doesn't show any emotion really, you see I think that's what she has thought that she would learn after all that girl has been through."

I tried to imagine a smaller and younger Clary laughing and bouncing around the house or apartment they lived in with her brother and a woman trying to control her but probably failing whilst doing it.

It was a strange thought but it made me wonder why her life was so bad and what has made her be so personal and less trusting in others.

Jeanine smiled sadly at the doorway and she said again "She's been through hell really for someone so young and innocent. Has she ever shown you a photo of her mother and brother and her when all were alive and still together?"

I shook my head and Jeanine rumbled around in her handbag and soon brought out a file and then found the photos for me.

I raised my eyebrows as she handed it to me and I looked at the first photo of a small little baby girl with bright green eyes and holding her was a woman who looked almost identical to what Clary does now with the same hair and eyes and even the pale skin. A small two year old boy was also in the photo sitting next to the mum and smiling down at the little baby Clary.

There were a few more like that and then they went up through the years.

I stopped at the page of when Clary would have been five.

It was a picture of her, her brother and her mother standing across the water from the statue of Liberty and smiling and laughing at the camera.

Clary by this time had about shoulder length hair and it was let down and she was wearing a black knitted hat on the back of her head and then a sort of Sherlock Holmes British TV show coat and scarf.

There was another one underneath the top on of Clary and a man with a mousey brown hair and watery grey/blue eyes. The man who was apparently called Lucian Greymark or now known as Luke Garrowway was giving Clary a piggy back ride except he had lent so far forwards that Clary was gripping on very tightly to his neck and shirt to stay on his back but both of them were sticking out their tongues at the camera.

It was hard to believe that it was Clary in them photos.

I turned a few pages until I saw the one on her seventh birthday, she was smiling but her eyes held a lot of sadness and loneliness.

I stared at that photo and Jeanine told me again as if she knew what I was looking at "Her mother Jocelyn died two days before that photo was taken, she had sent Clary and Jonathan out to get some stuff for Clary's party and whilst they were out a fire started and well Clary had ran back into the house but the firemen caught her before she died and they only ever found Jocelyn in ashes and bones. Whatever Clary saw in that place was never found out, Clary would only tell them light leaving and horrible and blood and flames and white. No one got much out of her past that, not even Jonathan who she trusted more than anyone."

I looked at Jeanine and said "Her mum died just like my parents did, in a house fire with only ashes and bones left of them."

Jeanine looked at me sadly and she told me "No one should grow up to see that; especially not Clary. If you had seen her at the funeral, you would understand. All of that happiness and bouncing around had disappeared and was replaced by anger, hatred and sadness. It still is really she can't trust people because she's afraid that they'll only let her fall again and that everyone will let you down at some point. The only person she really trusts now is her brother. Sometimes I wonder how different she would be if her mother never died, if she hadn't gone to her father, I guess we will never know but I still like to think that she has a happy and full life ahead of her even if it is unlikely as it sounds after that."

I stared at the photo for another second before turning the page and seeing that Jeanine was right, the older Clary got the more sad and angry looking she looked and the more she hid away her beauty of herself.

At the age of fourteen, Clary didn't even smile she just stared at the camera as though she wanted to do a complete hulk smash and smash everything to little pieces.

In that photo she was wearing a black shirt which had a skull on it with a bullet through the head and the speech bubble read next to it 'I thought I was titanium." I remembered that titanium is a metal that was bulletproof which made me smile at the photo, even if the joke was bad Clary still had a good sense of humour even if she was angry or sad about something.

Jeanine had walked up behind me now and she saw the top and her voice had an edge of amusement to it as she said "Ah yes, Clary always did have a good sense of humour even if she never showed it to anyone."

Clary then walked back in with an armful of sketchpads and she asked us "What about me and my sense of humour?"

Jeanine quickly took the file away from me and answered to Clary "I was just telling Jace here that you actually have a good sense of humour when you are in a good mood at least."

Clary gave us a suspicious look but said nothing else as she sat down and started shading in now.

About half an hour later Clary had finished the whole drawing.

Jeanine went up behind Clary and stared at the drawing before looking at me and smiling whilst saying "That's amazing Clary, I still think that you got your mother's talent of art and sketches unlike your brother who got more of a musical taste even though you can play a lot of instruments too I suppose."

Clary blushed slightly before looking at me and saying "You can move around now."

I got up from the chair and stretched my stiff arms and legs before walking over to look at the drawing.

As soon as I saw it I almost gasped. It was amazing.

Clary had somehow managed to catch me perfectly. The curly and messy hair fell across my face slightly falling to around my cheekbones. My golden eyes were focused on the book in front of me and they had a lion sort of look about them. If it was possible (which is hard to beat in my opinion) the drawing looked even hotter than me in real life.

I almost stuttered out "How is that drawing so good?"

Clary shrugged and told me "Once again it's not my best but it is fairly good I suppose. I mean the lines could have been lighter and the shading on the hair could be a bit better…"

I laughed properly which was hard to make me do but for some reason Clary could always make me laugh no matter what mood I was in. Clary must have been surprised because she trailed off into silence and stared at me as if I was weird.

Jeanine watched me smiling at me as if she saw that it was one of my few proper laughs and that not many could bring them out of me.

Clary then frowned at me and asked "What's so funny?"

I stopped laughing to tell her "The drawing looks absolutely amazing and then there's you just casually dismissing the fact that it's amazing and telling me every small thing that's wrong with it."

I cracked up again and Jeanine was even trying not to laugh now.

After a while I stopped laughing and looked at Clary to see that she was barely smiling at this and even Jeanine had laughed a little.

I wondered how hard she either has to try to not laugh or smile or make smile and laugh.

Jeanine soon left after that leaving me and Clary in the studio.

I remembered that she told me that I could have a look at some of her sketchpads so I reminded her of it.

Clary looked frozen for a second before nodding and picking up a few minus what was probably her personal ones.

She handed them to me before telling me "Some of them go back a long time ago. Far enough to be when I was about three probably and when I still lived with …" she then trailed off as if it was hard for her to say that she had lived with her now dead parent.

She looked away from me and walked off to her sketchpads but before she arrived there her phone rung and then she picked it up and answered it with "What do you want?"

A male voice came down the end of the phone but I couldn't hear the words really.

Clary sighed and said "I have company."

The voice replied again and Clary groaned in defeat and snapped "Fine, give me two seconds."

She hung up and then said "Well time to meet my older brother and his band then Goldilocks."

I was surprised I must admit, it was hard to believe that she was friends and related to a small famous band.

Clary on the other hand flicked the TV on and connected her phone to it before clicking on the phone a few times and then bam, a blurry face appeared on the screen.

Clary stepped back slightly into the view and said to the TV "Hey BB!"

The face then cleared and it was indeed her brother.

The strangest thing was they looked nothing alike.

Clary's brother was basically a miniature version of Valentine whereas Clary was a miniature version of Jocelyn.

Her brother grinned at Clary before looking at me and saying "Hey NFS! Ohhh some male company is it now?"

Clary blushed and she told her brother "Jonathan Fray it is nothing like that, he is my art project partner and what the hell does NFS stand for?"

Her brother gave her a cocky smile before saying "Yeah whatever you say NFS and it stands for Ninja Fireball Sister."

Clary rolled her eyes and told him "That's ridiculous Jon."

Her brother waggled his eyebrows and asked her "So you're not going to introduce me to your new date then? How rude of you Clarissa!"

Clary blushed again before saying "Where's the others because they might as well say their shit whilst you're at it."

Her brother smiled and a few muffled voices came through the connection saying "Yeah Jon let us see her too."

Her brother sighed and soon the screen changed and now you could see four people sitting on the couch or on the floor all smiling at us.

A sparkly one wolf whistled at Clary and said "Oh dear William, it looks like Clary is already taken by a dyed blonde Goth wannabe mind you but still."

The blonde boy blushed along with Clary but both for different reasons.

I decided to tell them "For the record my hair is naturally blonde."

The dark haired boy laughed and said "So the boy is arrogant and sarcastic then. Clarissa I expected more from you."

Clary blushed an even deeper red and she told them sternly "For one the boy's name is Jace Herondale. Two He's my art partner not my date or boyfriend and three don't even start on teasing Will or me about that you little sons of bitches."

Her brother smiled and said "Okay whatever you say sis and I hope you realise that you called yourself a daughter of a bitch and nice to meet you Jace, we've heard so much about you."

I looked at Clary who looked more shocked than angry or embarrassed as she looked at her brother and said "Jonathan! No you have not! You little piece of shit!"

Her brother laughed and said "Okay, I'll stop now. Anyway I'm Jonathan Fray and I'm NFS's big brother."

The sparkly one said "I'm Magnus Bane and I am practically the Red's brother too."

Clary muttered "Yeah he's my gay Sonic the Hedgehog lookalike almost adopted big brother."

Magnus smiled and said "I am actually a freewheeling bisexual thank you very much Miss Fray."

Clary rolled her eyes and said "Whatever Maggie."

The Dark haired one then introduced himself "I'm Ragnor Fell and Mags to be fair we're all like her brothers and Johnny boy here is her brother."

Magnus shrugged and said "Same thing really."

Clary told me "Ragnor is basically the calm and not so social one aka he has helped me pile three drunken boys into a car before."

Magnus, Jonathan and the Blonde boy all said "Hey!"

Clary shrugged as the blonde boy then said "I'm Will by the way."

I smiled at them which made it kind of awkward for a few seconds before Clary asked the boys "So how's the band doing?"

Jonathan smiled and told her "Okay, my old roommate has moved out so Will now shares my room and nothing else really, how about school?"

Clary just shrugged and said "Um like high school is, I guess."

Magnus laughed and said "I didn't realise that you were popular Clary."

Clary just gave Magnus a look plainly reading 'I'm not'.

The boys all laughed and Clary told me "I'm going to get some hairspray for the picture, you can talk to them guys if you want and just be careful what you say to them idiots because trust me they are dickheads in the making."

And with that Clary left and left me sitting in her studio with only some people I don't know to accompany me.

Jonathan studied me and asked "You're not dating her are you?"

I must have looked surprised as he just said "I take that as a no but I will tell you this, if you make her life even more like hell as it already is than you'll wish you would have never been seen by us four Jace Herondale."

I nodded because I think that my tongue was just refusing to work whilst talking about Clary like that.

Clary came back in with a bottle of hairspray and she sprayed it on her hand before nodding and saying to me "Be careful I might suffocate you at this point."

I nodded and closed my mouth and held my hands over it before Clary sprayed it on the drawing leaving the horrible smell of hairspray hanging around the room.

Clary studied the drawing again before turning to her brother and saying "You forgot to do this bottle."

Jonathan muttered "Dammit, oh well I'll change that next time."

I smiled at them and then Clary just randomly blurted out "Oh Jon, Luke has invited us to go to his place for Christmas for lunch or dinner."

Her brother grinned and said "Tell him that it's fine and that I said hi too."

Clary nodded and promised that she would before saying "Is that it?"

Jonathan nodded and said "Got to go now NFS! I'll see you on Sunday again okay?"

Clary nodded and said "Have you got the certificates yet BB?"

Jonathan smirked and said "Not yet but it should be any day now. Laters NFS!"
"Bye Big Bro, be safe."

"You too Fireball."

Then the screen went black and empty again.

I wondered who Luke was, her step dad, her uncle, her cousin? Who was he?

Clary sighed and shook her head slightly before turning to me and as if she read my mind "Luke is practically like my dad. When my real dad Valentine was … was bad I went to Luke's house and stayed there for a while before going back home or I just stayed there all night."

I nodded and I heard my stomach grumble which made Clary look at me almost smiling and ask me "Are you hungry?"

I nodded feeling slightly embarrassed but Clary just smiled and said "Okay then, I'll take you to Taki's, it'll still be open now."

I stared at her before following her out of the room and listening to her yell back to her foster parents "I'm going to take Jace home but don't expect me any time soon as I might grab something to eat whilst I'm out!"

Her parents just called back "Okay, be safe Clary."

Clary rolled her eyes and led me out into her ancient, black Cadillac with tail fins.

I stared at the car, it looked so amazing.

The black seemed to melt into shadows and darkness and even whilst getting in the car I saw that the gear stick had a skull on it which you had to grab to change gear.

Clary got into the driver's seat and gave the wheel a massive hug and said "My baby is finally back."

I laughed at her which earned me a glare before she sat up and started to reverse her car out of the massive drive.

As soon as we started driving down the road Clary started up some music which blasted out as a girl singing with a band behind her.

Clary seemed to recognise the song and she cursed to herself before telling me "Look into my glove box and see if Jonathan has kept my CD's in there."

I did as she asked and answered "There's none in there except Justin Bieber."

Clary groaned and muttered about cursing her brother down into hell and killing him after torturing him slowly.

Clary then said "Okay maybe we won't listen to any music for a while."

I moved without thinking and grabbed Clary's wrist before her hand reached the stereo button to turn it off.

As soon as I touched her a flash of what felt like electricity went up my arm.

Clary looked almost as surprised as I did then but she never looked at me so I wasn't sure how to respond to the tingle now running around my body.

I let her wrist go quickly and I told her "Don't turn it off, it's actually pretty good music. Who's singing?"

Clary looked fairly uncomfortable now as she said "Um that's me singing with my brother's band."

I looked at her in mostly surprise and I probably looked like a complete idiot staring at her like that but I couldn't help it.

Clary flashed a small smile at me before saying "I recorded some songs with them in the summer a few times when they were recording their own songs. I also recorded a few of my own and by myself so they will probably come up on my CD no thanks to my brother."

I smiled at how even though Clary and her brother were so close and trusted each other so much but they both knew how to have fun and pull pranks on each other.

Clary then pulled up into a parking space on the side of the street and said "It's just a few streets away now."

I nodded and we both got out of the car and I waited for Clary as she locked it up and then walked towards me and started to lead me towards Taki's whatever that is.

I saw that there were loads of spare car parking spaces that we could have parked in and I asked Clary "Why didn't you park here?"

Clary barely even glanced back at me as she told me "It's easier to walk there, even if you go there regularly so that the waiters know you well enough that they know your order almost off by heart."

I smiled and carried on following her to a shabby looking building which looked almost deserted.

I went to open my mouth but I wasn't sure what to say to Clary.

She saw me speechless and smiled before telling me "Come on, I'm hungry."

I followed her up to the door of the building and I tried to figure out what it would look like inside.

A ,well the best fitting word for him would be big, he had big muscles on his arms which joined his tattoos, and he was taller than me by quite a lot. The only strange thing about him was the fact that his skin looked almost a dark red; man watched me and Clary as we went past him and called to Clary "You got yourself a date there?"

Clary turned and smiled mildly before answering "Nope, just my art partner and we've just finished a project which was for our grade and I thought I would be nice and give him some food before I run him home."

I was staring at the man's tattoos and he saw me staring he snarled at me which made me stutter out "Um nice tattoos."

He narrowed his eyes at me but said nothing else to me which was pretty freaky so I hurried away from him and the doorway and went into the diner.

I saw Clary waiting for me and when I got to her I told her "I don't think that doorway dude liked me that much."

Clary started to walk through the tables and she asked me "You mean Clancy?"

I stared at her and said "I don't know his name; I can't read minds you know."

Clary asked me "Big guy with tattoos and he spoke to me?"

I looked back and said "They all have tattoos and yeah he's the one."

Clary nodded and confirmed "That's Clancy. He looks tough and hard and sometimes even emotionless but it's understandable once you know about his past."

I wondered what was so bad about his past as Clary lead me into a comfortable booth in the corner of the room.

I looked around the room and what I saw inside was almost amazing. Inside Taki's was much more modern but still about five years ago modern, the half of the booths was pretty full and the bar was surprisingly busy.

I then gathered enough courage to ask her "What happened to Clancy then?"

Clary who had been studying the menu looked up and said "It's not always good to investigate into other people's lives, sometimes it's… it's just best to leave it."

I stared at her.

Was she talking about her own past like something happened to her or did she just mean that in general?

I nodded and studied the menu and tried to decide what I wanted to eat.

A few seconds later I heard a male voice call "Hey Clary!"

Both me and Clary looked at each other before turning around and seeing a middle aged man waving at us smiling politely.

Clary relaxed instantly before clambering out of the booth and running up to the man and giving him a massive bear hug.

I studied the man as she spoke to him quickly.

The man had brown had a mousey brown colour to his hair with a few pieces of grey still in it. His eyes were a watery blue and grey colour and he wore some small black glasses and as Clary was talking to him he smiled and I could tell that she was pretty happy too.

The man spoke to Clary and she spun around to look at me and then her smile fell slightly as he carried on speaking but it soon returned as she grabbed his hand and dragged the man by the hand towards the table.

When she reached the table she pushed him into the seat next to me and told me "Um Jace I want you to meet my … well practically the man who is like a father to me, Luke Garrowway. Luke this is my art partner Jace Herondale."

I then recognised the man from the picture I saw of him and Clary.

Luke smiled at me and told me "Well it's nice to meet you Jace Herondale but …"

Clary interrupted straight after he said but "No Luke you shut your bookshop an hour ago and me and Jace have finished our art work and I have decided to take him for a meal before I take him home."

Luke sighed and said "Fine, but Clary please just let me pay for you two."

Clary went to protest but Luke told her sternly "Clary, let me pay."

Clary slumped back in defeat and she said "Fine but just this once Luke."

Luke smiled and he laid back as if he was relaxing and he then said to Clary "So what have you been doing with … what was it again?"

I told Luke "My name is Jace Herondale."

Luke looked at me strangely before asking me "Herondale, as in Stephan and Celine Herondale?"

I nodded as cheerfully as I could but I still felt uneasy and I could almost see that Clary could see through my disguise easily but as soon as I looked at her she removed her gaze from me and looked across the restaurant.

Luke hadn't noticed or he couldn't see it as he murmured "Good people them two were, always very loyal and trusting, shame that they died in the fire of course."

The word fire got Clary out of her daze and she looked at Luke as I winced and she told him firmly "Luke, we are not going to get into the conversation about Jocelyn whilst Jace is here."

Luke looked at Clary innocently and said "Clary you know I wouldn't do that, not with company anyway."

Clary nodded slightly and said "You may have not talked about her yet Luke but fire kind of brings back memories don't you think?"

Luke nodded and said "You ready to order Clary?"

She nodded but then just stared out the window apparently lost in thought.

After we had ordered and eaten our main dinner, Luke told us that he was going to leave before the dessert stuff came but he gave Clary a load of cash to pay for the meal with.

After Luke had left Clary sighed and asked me "I take it your parents died too right?

I looked at her and saw that her eyes were almost haunted and scared as they locked with mine.

I wanted to tell her it wasn't her business or she wouldn't understand but for some reason I felt like she would and she'll never tell another living soul unless on my command.

I then looked away and I confirmed "Yeah, both died in a house fire when I was ten, ever since I've lived with the Lightwoods."

Clary smiled sadly and said "It must be hard to lose both parents in one day."

I nodded remembering how I had wanted to punish or kill myself for not being able to save my family.

The Lightwoods had got me out of that mess and I wanted to help Clary get out of her mess because you can obviously tell that she had some kind of mess considering that she'd been in eight different homes in sixteen years of her life, not exactly what you'd call a perfect family child.

I asked her curiously "What about your family? Where are they now?"

Clary just answered vaguely "My mum's dead, my dad's in prison and my brother is in college and with his band."

I wanted to ask her more but she looked almost scared of everything now so I stayed silent until she dropped me home twenty minutes later and even then I only said "Um thanks for the meal and stuff and I guess I'll see you tomorrow then Red."

I don't know why I call her that but she doesn't seem to care because she just said back without even looking at me "It's nothing and I guess so Goldilocks."

I shut her door and watched how she pulled away from the curb and drove off down the road and turned the corner before turning back around and entering the house.

I went up to my bedroom after reassuring Maryse that I had eaten dinner and I was glad for the silence but again it was broken but it was by Max laughing and talking to me.

I was still very distracted by Clary though so I just went along with Max not really listening as he told me about his day.

Though he soon caught my attention as he said "Clary is going to be my tutor and she'll be tutoring me every night on different subjects."

I asked him "What?"

Max gave me a seriously look and repeated slowly for me "I said that Clary as in Izzy's friend Clary is going to be my tutor and she'll be tutoring me every night from five to seven for most of my subjects."

I smiled and told him "That's great Max."

Max rambled on a bit more but I was only thinking that I would now be able to see Clary every night if I can pick Max up or she ate dinner with us a few times a week.

Maybe then she can start to talk to me properly or even trust me after a while.

After Max left I fell asleep almost instantly but tonight I had a different dream than the usual one.

Dream starts

I was looking at the same field as normal but at the moment I was covered and sheltered by a small woods or forest.

Now a female voice said from behind me "There it is."

I answered back "Nice house seems a shame to have such evil in there." My voice sounded deeper and manlier and I was dressed in a police uniform but I had no idea why.

I tried to look at the girl but I couldn't see the girl as she laughed and said "I could take offense in that you know."

I looked around and asked the empty space and the girl's voice "Where are you? Who are you?"

Suddenly a figure appeared next to me with a black jacket and black jeans and black knee high leather boot and she asked me "Can you really not remember who I am?"

I stared at her and took in her familiar height and the way she crouched next to me and how she had a note of amusement in her voice and I said disbelievingly "No I don't think we've met.

She took off some night glasses and showed her emerald eyes and told me "Um yes we have your Officer Blackthorn right?"

I had no idea how to respond to that but my body made me say to her "Yes I am." Then I took in her scared eyes and I asked her "Are you scared?"

The green eyes met mine and she quickly looked away and said "Yes officer I am scared, not of you or what you could do but of my father."

I put a hand gently on her shoulder and I told her "Why are you scared of a man?"

The girl looked me in the eyes again and told me "If you saw my father and you were smart enough you'd fear him too."

I looked at the house and told the small girl "Be careful, we need you to stay hidden okay?"

The girl now had a stubborn look mixed with the scared look as she said "I want to see my father's face as you get him presuming that you do that and live to tell the tale too."

I sighed and said "Fine but be safe."

The girl then surprised me by asking me "Can a man be brave if he's afraid Officer?"

I looked down at the small Clary who looked roughly around twelve and told her "That is the only time a man can be brave young lady."

The world then blanked out and turned black.

Dream Ends

I blink a few times to make sure I really wasn't there and once I was sure I was in my own room I thought back to the dream.

There were two things I think I know now.

One thing was I was sure that I hadn't been myself and one of the police officers and the second thing was I was pretty sure that the small girl who I had talked to was Clary Fray.

AN: Yay end of a massive chapter! Sorry I haven't updated in a while but as you can probably see this chapter is one massive and I have tons of homework to do too and I have been out in London on Monday and Tuesday without my laptop, and on Wednesday and Thursday I was at two different Halloween sleepovers. And yesterday was my massive write up day and so was today so I hope you guys all enjoyed this chapter and please review it for me. Until next time I update people it is a bye from me.