I'm so excited to continue this story. I once again watched the Pride and Prejudice movie because I was too laz- didn't have enough time, to reread the book and I have to say I loved it more than ever. No matter what my friends say about Keira Knightley. The whole time I was planning and I just want to know if anyone would mind if I made one of the adult characters younger? Because the ammount of teenage females in the series isn't nearly enought to fill the quota for this story line and Jace needs a sister...

I dont' own Pride and Prejudice or The Mortal Instruments... I do follow Cassandra Clare on twitter though. I wonder what Jane Austen would tweet if she were a modern writer?

The next time Clary saw Raphael, she was intent on asking him what his quarrel with Jace was. And when she finally got the chance, she was shocked at the answer she received.

"I was living with the Waylands. My father passed while my mother was away with the army. Michael Wayland offered me a place to stay. He treated me like his second son. But Jace was jealous of the attention I was getting. He made an attempt to get me out of the house. It worked- but not how he'd planned. I left the house with enough money for a whole years worth of college tuition. Which I used until I gained a scholarship for football. Then Michael died last year which caused even more problems. He left me 25,000 dollars to use for college but once again, Jace was jealous. He claimed that I didn't deserve any piece of the will because I was never a part of the family. I haven't spoken to any of the Waylands since then. I still miss having a place to call home. What he did still hurts me. He could never put aside his jealousy to think of another persons well being."
Clary looked at him with wide eyes.

"I can't believe it. I new he was a prick, but not to this extent," She said.

"Yes, but we can't hold him to what he did in the past. Maybe he's changed," Raphael said. Clary had a growing respect for him. Even after all that Jace had put him through, he could still give him a chance. That took real maturity.

"How forgiving. But I never really found him pleasant to be around so I think I'll continue to avoid any form of contact," Clary replied.

"Well that could be seen as mature too. You're avoiding conflict by avoiding contact," Raphael smiled back.

"I guess it could be taken that way," Clary said.

"Good, we're both mature and avoiding contact with Jace Wayland," Raphael said.

"Sounds good," Clary said, then remembered something, "Are you going to Simon Lewis's beach party tomorrow night?"

"My teammates and I are heading out of town for a while. I was going to tell you but it must have slipped my mind. Why did you want to know?"

"I was just hoping for someone to avoid Jace with," She said.

"What about your sisters?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Isabelle is going to be with Simon Lewis. And Aline... Well I've been around her a lot more than usual for the past week," I said.

"Well I bet you'll find someone. You have an unreasonable charm. It's hard not to like," He said. Clary felt her cheeks change colors.

"It was nice seeing you," She said.

"See you around Clary," He said.

She watched him walk away with awe. The bombshell he had just dropped on her was still fresh in her mind. And it would stay on her mind through the rest of the day, from helping Isabelle with yard work, to watching a romance movie with Aline, to attempting to stay away from Sebastian. The third task proved to be the hardest. Sebastian was focused on getting to know her. What her interests were, what her plans for the future. Had she ever had any pets? Had she ever played a sport? What was her favorite place in the neighborhood? Clary answered all of his questions quickly and generically. But it just seemed to make him more attached to her. Apparently boring people were attractive to creepy, annoying people. By the end of the day Clary was hiding in her room begging Isabelle to keep him busy for just a few hours. When Clary finally came out of her room to have dinner with her family he was out running an errand for Isabelle.

"Thank you," Clary told Isabelle when they were cleaning up after dinner.

"I owed you one. Or a lot more than one," She responded. Clary smirked.

"Well you remember that tomorrow."

"Oh Maia, what would I do without you?" Clary asked. They were at the beach party with the rest of the town and then some. Clary had convinced Maia to come with her so she didn't have to live the life of a wallflower. Isabelle was dancing with Simon looking starry eyed. Her and Clary had discussed what happened between Raphael and Jace earlier that day and Isabelle didn't believe it. She thought Jace was a snob but not that cruel.

"Clarissa?" Sebastian said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yeah?" She replied with dread.

"With you dance with me?" He asked.

She looked at Maia, who was regarding Sebastian with curiosity, and bit her lip. Sebastian cleared his throat.

"Sure," She said tentatively. He nodded and she followed him to the improvised dance floor where there was an iPod dock set up being watched over by Jace. Sebastian looked at her with forced confidence. She bit her tongue. A slow song (from the nineties none the less) poured from the speakers. Clary wondered how it could possibly get any worse and mentally slapped herself when it did. Sebastian tried to put his hands on her waist but their height difference made him stumble. She flinched and successfully placed her hands on his shoulders. But then he decided that she was too short to reach and bent down clumsily. She raised her eyebrows at him and he straightened up. But as they danced he still stepped on her feet and his hands slipped a little, for which he apologized whole heartedly. Not to mention that his arms felt wrong around her. She squirmed at how uncomfortable it was. When the four minute song was over she said goodbye and quickly fled his line of sight crashing right into the one person she never wanted to see again. Jace looked at her with partial blankness. She stared back at him attempting to send a message of loathing. The message bounced off of his large ego and the words out of his mouth assured that he hadn't caught a trace of it.

"Will you dance with me?"

Clary nearly fell over in absolute shock. And the next word out of her mouth was a definite byproduct of said shock.

"Yes"

He took her hand and led her back toward the music. She looked back at Maia who was staring wide eyed and mouth gaping. Clary took a breath and turned back to Jace. He put his hands on her waist and she placed her hands on his shoulders without a problem. She looked at his shirt for a few seconds then decided to make small talk.

"So, I've noticed the large amount of nineties music. Your doing?" She asked. Maybe she was trying to start an argument, but it was easier than having to focus on the extreme tension between them. As they danced she caught glimpses of her friends and family. Isabelle looked just as in shock as Clary felt, while Simon had a knowing look in his eyes. Maia smirked at her, to which Clary rolled her eyes at. Jocelyn looked confused since Isabelle and Clary hadn't kept their opinions quiet. When she looked up at Jace he looked indifferent to others opinion and she wondered why he had asked her to dance.

"You never answered my question," Clary said.

"Do you really enjoy talking while you dance?" He replied. Her temper flared up.

"Yes, because I like to be social. You do know what being social is, don't you?" She said. He looked at her oddly.

"Why do you always start an argument with me?" He said.

"It's the only way I can get any closer to figuring you out," She said.

They stared at each other for the remainder of the song and then parted ways for the rest of the party. Clary later saw Kaelie hanging on a sullen looking Jace, who caught her eye for a smoldering moment. She breathed a sigh of mixed emotions, worrying about what would change after the night.

The next chapter- everything falls apart. Cue overdramatic music.

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