Chapter 10

I am soooooooooooooooo sorry I didn't update sooner. My birthday was on Wednesday and play practice goes until 6 most nights and I've just been really busy, also I keep starting this chapter and then it seems to disappear….so…I promise not to lose this one…? J And Jabc123 quit harassing me! I'm busy! Oh, and one more thing, not I'm not done with this story, I promise I will not abandon it, without me saying so, and since I still love to write I do not see that happening any time soon. It's been like 2 weeks people, calm down, *cough cough* guest *cough cough* although thank you again for all the support! I really appreciate it!

Beep. Beep. Beep.
With a gasp I woke up and looked around the room, I'm still in the hospital…great.

There was something missing though or someone, with another peek around I noticed Jace was gone. The memories of yesterday flooded me, and I smiled realizing he still loved me, and was there for, me. Then the smile was wiped off my face and the realization hit that he wasn't here anymore. Did he regret saying we were still together? Did he regret saying he could be strong for me? Does he still lov- My thoughts were interrupted when Dr. Lightwood came strolling through the door. "Morning Ms. Fray."

"Good morning, Dr. Lightwood, am I free to go yet?"

He started to stroke his invisible beard, and at first I thought he was joking, until I saw his face held all seriousness and was in deep thought; I held in a giggle. "Well, I think you are welcome to go, but," he looked me straight in the eye, I swallowed, "if you feel dizzy or if anything doesn't feel right you better come down here straight away, I don't want you to feel worse or anything to happen without you under my watch."

I nodded hastily, "Thank you, Dr. Lightwood."

He smiled (a real smile I might add) which released the tension I felt from him, "Please, call me Robert." Then why don't you call me Clary? I didn't say that though, just nodded, and walked out of the room.

"Oh, and Ms. Fray?" he asked. I stopped in the door way and turned around, a look of question written all over my face. "You are still wearing the hospital gown, we will give your clothes to good will but, I thought you might want to keep them."

My face blushed, transforming into a deep red, which matched the color of my hair, damn genetics.

I scurried to the bathroom and quickly changed into my clothes, and walked out of the room, without giving Dr. Lightwood- sorry Robert, another glance.
My phone buzzed and I checked it to see I had 20 missed calls, half of them from none other than Jace. Jace. My mind wandered back to my previous thoughts, each one making my face fall more and more, and I'm pretty sure I felt my jaw hit the floor, but I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I could have imagined it.

I decided to wait to get home before I called him back, maybe then I could straighten out my thoughts. I'm surprised the hospital people are allowing me to drive, let alone, being by myself, but nonetheless I took off, headed towards home. My hand inched towards the radio and turned on my favorite station, and started singing For the First Time, by the Script (one of the best bands ever! THE SCRIPT3.)

I was so wrapped into listening to my off key voice that I completely missed the turn to my street. Groaning, I turned and I caught a glimpse of something, someone with hair so blonde it looked white….or maybe it was white? Anyway I felt this weird connection to him, like I knew him but I couldn't put my finger on it.

As if feeling me watching him he spun around and my eyes met his. I gasped at the darkness of his eyes, it would look ridiculous on anyone else, but he seemed to pull off the look of white hair and black eyes.

His eyes seemed to hold the same look mine did: an odd combination of recognition and confusion. Someone hollered his name and his head snapped in that direction, with one last glance back at me he sprinted off to his caller, leaving me there sitting in my car, that was still running, Shit! How long have I been here for?

I glanced at the clock which led me to feel even more confused, if that was possible. It was only about minute of me and that mysterious boys' staring contest.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts of that confusing boy and pulled out of the driveway going in the direction of my house, my original destination.

I pulled into the drive and hobbled out, not standing for a whole day makes it harder to walk normally, at first. I looked back at my car to lock it when a noticed another car took the spot next to me, a very familiar car. I sighed, Jace.

I carefully made my way to my house and quickly opened the door. I glanced around. Where is he? Then a memory came to me.

*Flashback*

I was in my room, cuddling with Jace, it was a few weeks ago that he told me about his father, and we have been great since then, including his flashbacks, and metal breakdowns. I smiled at him, how could I end up with someone to perfect? Especially when you're not, I reminded myself. Liars are not perfect.

His voice pulled me from my thoughts, "What are you thinking about?"

I laced my fingers through his, "Oh just how perfect you are, and how I ended up with someone so wonderful."

He smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Clary."

My mouth formed an "o" and my eyes held excitement with a sprinkle of shock. I nuzzled my nose in his neck, and rested my head on his rock hard abs. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer while kissing me softly on my head.

I whispered in a soft tone with a smile dancing on my lips, "I love you too, Jace." And with that I fell into a deep slumber.

*End of Flashback*

I smiled at the memory; it was one of my favorite ones, before everything became more complicated. I love that Jace could be so open with me, even with dark things like his past; especially since he is open with no one else. He trusted me, and the worst part was I didn't even trust him with mine, I couldn't take the judgment. He told me that night that my room with his favorite place to be, when he needed to think, and where he could just be himself, with having that mask that is so hard to keep up around me. God, how did I even keep secrets from him?

I walked up the stairs to room and sure enough he was in there, on my bed, staring at the ceiling. His eyes gleamed with hurt, and I wanted so badly to go over and wipe it away, but knowing that it was probably not the best idea, especially since I was the one that caused the pain.

His sat up and turned his head so he was facing me. His face immediately showed guilt and sorrow, something I was not expecting.

"Clary, I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you got up this morning. I just had to take a walk and think, and I'm guessing you remember where I told you my favorite place was to think," he smiled at the beginning but eventually his face casted his signature smirk, the one that always made my eyes roll, and so they did just that. "Of course, it is one of my favorite moments."

He smiled, and got up to come towards me, but he slipped on something instead. I burst out laughing. He ended up landing on his butt and was pouting on the floor, like a 5 year old. "This is why I clean my room," he grumbled.

I smirked at him, "Yeah, but I don't have OCD."

He put his hand over his heart and was mocking being offended, "Oh Clary, how your judgment hurts me so."

I smiled and helped him help, well as much as my little body could do. I kissed his cheek, "There all better."

He smirked, "I don't think that's how it goes, you're supposed to kiss the spot of the injury, and since I landed on my-"

"There is no way I'm kissing your ass."

He smiled, "I never said my injury was there, but you're welcome to kiss my beautiful ass since it is obviously what you're always thinking about."

I lightly hit him on the chest and walked out of my room, "Shut up."

"And she doesn't deny it!" he exclaimed following me down the stairs.

I smirked; two can play at that game.

I turned around and slowly walked up to him and leaned in very close to him, "You're right," I breathed in his ear.

His breath hitched and he gulped, "About what?" His voice was raspy, and he looked like he was about to jump me. I loved having this effect on him, and his face almost made me break character, I almost broke into a fit of giggles.

"Let's take this into a more…private area." He nodded, and I lead him into my bedroom once again. I kicked the door closed with my foot and pushed him, onto the bed. I slowly unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. His eyes were wide and his breathing was still very ragged. He opened his mouth about to say something, although part of me thought he probably couldn't. I trailed my finger slowly from his chest to his lips, slowly shushing him, "Baby, let me do all of the talking."

He quickly nodded. "Now close your eyes," I said seductively. His eyes snapped shut, and I crawled on top of him. I looked down at his arms and noticed that Goosebumps danced across his skin. Smirking, my mouth hovered right next to his ear making him shiver. I whispered ever so quietly, "I will never kiss your ass."

I quickly jumped up and bolted out the door, slamming the door behind me. Jace must have not processed it that quickly because after about 20 seconds I heard him running behind me.

I sprinted into the kitchen and ran around the island (countertop) I saw him sprinting down the stairs, his eyes hungrily looking for me. I laughed which cause him to look in my direction and he bolted towards me. Before I had time to react his arms snaked around my waist and spun me around so I was facing him.

He smiled at me, but it was more of naughty than nice. He held me tight, "Say you're sorry."

"Never!" I squirmed in his grasp, but I knew it was useless, he was way too strong.

"Then deal with the consequences." He started to tickle me and I started to squirm even more and I was laughing so hard that there were tears in my eyes. "Sorry! Sorry!"

He quickly stopped and kissed me on the lips, with all of the hunger he had before. My arms snaked into his hair tugged at his strands, which caused a deep groan to escape his lips. Before I could deepen it further though he pulled and his golden eyes made my knees weak and I almost fell. Thankfully though I was still wrapped in his embrace. He kissed me one more time and murmured, "I love you so much Clary, so much."