This is the sequal to my story "Drop It" so if you havn't read it I suggest you should. :) Enjoy

Clary was in a state of horror, she didn't know if she wanted to scream or throw up. This is just a dream, this is just a dream, this is just a dream. But that made it more real than ever.

Jocelyn and Valentine were still wrapped in a tight embrace, Jocelyn then pulled apart, "I-I have to go. Sorry."

Clary slipped out and sprinted down the corridor before she could be seen, she saw her mother walking her way so she decided to pretend to be going to her chamber. "Oh hi Clary," She called out. "I was wondering where you were." Her face was flushed. "Oh I have just been talking to Jace," that made Clary remember what happened before she saw Valentine and Jocelyn. "What have you been doing?" She asked even though she knew exactly what she had been doing.

"Oh, just trying to fit the overly large bed covers into the very small cupboard in my bedroom." She said calmly. She was a good liar Clary had to admit but she didn't like being lied to. "What were you talking about to Jace?"

Clary's lips tightened at the sound of his name, "Just the Clave and things." She lied so she guessed they were even.

"Ok sweetie, I have to go to another meeting but I am sure this one won't be long so about an hour. Don't go out when I'm not here ok?" She started walking off towards the exit

"I know mom, I promise you I won't." But Clary wasn't sure that she could keep that promise because she didn't want to be stuck in a house with Jace for an hour. "Bye." Clary called, Jocelyn turned and waved before disappearing behind the polished wooden door.

Jace I still love you! The conversation was echoing inside his head, but I don't Clary. He was punching himself for saying it because he knew it wasn't true he did love her. Sometimes he hates being closed up in his shell but he was Jace. Who never opened up, who never cried. The smart, witty and arrogant Jace. He just hated it. He had the image of Clary engraved his head when she turned and walked from the room, when he heard the stifled sob outside the door. She was driving him insane and when they had a chance to repair it, he basically threw his and her hearts out the window and stepped on them to put out the flames.

"Why?" was all he could say to himself before exhaustion took over him and retired into a deep slumber.