So I realized it has been awhile that I've updated in the 3 dayish range. Really funny chapter towards the end, you people that go to my school, will understand who that is, Yes, I love her(;

Chapter 12

Still from Jace's POV. It starts after he cries for a little while.

I slowly got up and walked over to her bed, where I softly cradled her cheek. I slid into the bed next to her but not before quietly whispering, "I love you."

I couldn't fall asleep at first, I could only think about how I didn't realize this before. How could I have not noticed? But I knew why, it was because I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to believe that something good actually happened in my life, for once. It never seems to happen though.

I stared back at her sleeping form. Her still breathing seemed to calm me and wash away all the worries that I had a minute ago, leaving me in a pure bliss of love. I just need to spend time with her while she still has it.

With that I fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are.

I was startled awake by my phone blasting the lyrics to 100 years (A/N It's by Five for Fighting. I do not own anything from that song, besides my love for it (: continue!) I sat up groggily, and rubbed my eyes away from sleep. Let's just say I'm not a morning person.

After 10 minutes of debating whether I should get out of bed or not, I finally got my lazy ass up. I stumbled over to Clary's side of her bed and gently shook her awake. "Clary, it's time to get up."

Her head shot up and banged into mine. I smiled while painfully rubbed the spot she hit me, "Whoa, someone's ready for school."

She smacked my arm and replied in a completely serious voice, "I realized that I only have so much time left." I visibly winced at the memories that came floating to the surface at those words. "So I'm going to spend as much of it as I can."

I nodded in reply and helped her up, to see that she looked even worse than yesterday. I miss that carefree Clary, but I have a feeling she might not ever return. Her eyes lost all life from them and held this dull, saddened look that made my heartbreak every time I saw them. I knew I had to be strong for her, especially since I already left her once. I can't break her anymore, but what much can I do myself, considering I'm broken too?

Clary left to go into the shower, leaving me alone with my thoughts to keep me company. While she was showering I decided this was my time to get gorgeous… oh wait, I already am. I smiled at my own comment, before getting on my favorite pair of dark wash jeans (yes men also do have a favorite pair of jeans) and a V-neck white t-shirt. I stared in the mirror while smiling, I seriously look good.

I turned back to the bathroom door, and instead found Clary standing there. She had black skinny jeans on with a slim fitting light green top on… let's just say she looked good. My jaw dropped.

"Don't keep your mouth open, you'll catch flies," she smirked.

I strutted over to her and grabbed her waist, successfully receiving a squeal from her. She gazed up into my eyes, and all other thoughts left my mind; it was just me and her. My eyes stared at hers, then her nose, and eventually settled on her lips. She seemed to be thinking the same thing because next thing I knew she was pulling my face down on hers and kissing me.

My arms snaked around her. This kiss was soft, sweet, and compassionate, and I could tell that was not what she wanted. But after my...uhh...wonderful evening I didn't want to make her feel worse, even if she wanted this now. Before she could take things any further I pulled away. She pouted which caused a chuckle to erupt out of me. I leaned on the wall next to me, a smirk etched on my face, and Clary decided slapped my arm. I said, "Clary, we have to finish getting ready."

She sighed and nodded. She walked to the door, while swaying her hips. My eyes hovered to her ass, dammnnn, she has a good ass. Damn hormones.

She turned around and winked at me, "Coming, Jace?"

I scrambled to a standing position and stumbled after her to the door and quickly followed her.

"Heads up." She threw an apple at me which I caught easily, did I mention I was the point guard and captain of the basketball team, not to mention also the star player? "Come one," Clary said, "We are gonna be late for school."

I nodded and followed her out the door, where she went to her car and unlocked the door. I opened my side and slid in. I grabbed her hand, and she rewarded me with one of her beautiful smiles.

Clary pulled out of the driveway and drove us to school. On the way there, I rubbed small circles on the back of her hand. I have to say I honestly felt way better than last light, maybe I just needed some me time.

I hate to do this again…but… POV Change, CLARY! WOOT WOOT!

I sweetly smiled at all of the girls at school, glaring at Jace and I hands intertwined. I smirked, yeah bitches, he's mine.

He led me up the steps and we walked into school. The air went still and an awkward silence hung in the hallways. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, Great, I just love attention. I noticed a pair of chocolate brown peek out through the crowd. Simon ran up to me and tackled my in a hug, "Fray! Don't ever leave this school again! I was terribly lonesome."

I pulled back and smiled, "It's good to know you were worried about my overall well-being."

"Well, you know…"

I lightly hit his arm, but pulled him into another hug anyways, "I missed you so much, Si."

"Thanks, I would miss me too." I smiled, I missed him so much.

I unraveled myself from him and proceeded to my locker. I dialed in my combination and noticed a sudden chill behind me. I turned around a noticed Jace was missing, and then I spotted him talking to a few of his buddies, Good, he needs some time with his friends. Maybe he will quit fretting over me, too. I turned back to my locker and yanked it open. A note fluttered out and landed on the ground. I stared at it curiously for a second before bending down to retrieve it.

I know.

What the hell does that mean? I flipped the paper over…. blank. It was just a white slip of paper, with black, printed ink. My brows furrowed in confusion. Who would want to send me a note? And they know what? Is it about my parents…or my disease? I frowned, Way to be specific, mysterious person. Since there was nothing I could do I brushed it off, and decided it was not the best idea to stress over something, especially since it could mean nothing.

I grabbed my bag of stuff I needed and walked to History. History may be all that and a bag of chips, but I always thought that if you didn't care about the past, why learn it? I know, cruel, but I have no interests about the past, I just want to know what happens in the future, if you have one. I pushed those negative thoughts aside; I can feel bad for myself later.

I walked into Mrs. Babich's classroom, yeah….not my favorite teacher. I waved hello, and she snorted in return. I walked to my seat and put my "materials" on my desk. I mean maybe the reason I don't like History is because of the teacher, but hey can you blame me? I turned back and looked at her, where she continued to pour water from her big water bottle, into her little one. She does this every day and I never understand why. There is a drinking fountain down the hall so if she could bring the little water bottle she could just refill, or better yet, just drink from the big one. And that is not the only…abnormal thing she does, but I don't feel like going into detail.

I realized I was staring at my teacher, for a while, so I snapped my head in another direction. She called attention and started with her everyday saying, "If you have gum or candy please put it in the waste basket."

I don't know why she does that, no one listens (A/N in case you were wondering, this is a teacher at my school…and she does both of the things, along with many others. She could win best teacher of the year award, every year. It always confuses me why she never does. Good times, good times) but every day she says it anyway. I slump down in my seat not really caring, no shocker there. It occurred to me that I have not been sick in a while, nor have I had any dizzy spells. With a new feeling I happiness I decided to pay attention, until I realized where I was, so I slumped down in my seat once again. Sighing, I stared out the window of the class, letting my thoughts tear me away from reality.

No matter what I thought of, my train rode back to that mysterious note from my locker, it was bothering me, a lot. I just couldn't help but wonder who sent me it, I don't know why someone would feel the need to threaten me; I mean I'm a decent person, right? I let out a frustrated noise. Heads turned towards me, and I blushed a deep red. This is why I suck at puzzles; I never have the frustration span to ever finish without throwing a hissy fit. Annoyance spread across my face, and traveled all over my body. Jace always said, "That I reason I get frustrated more than others is because it matched the color of my hair."

I smiled as the train took a different, sun shining path. It honestly reminded me of the yellow brick road, except this one leads to the city of gold, population: Jace. If anything could distract me from something… this confusing, it was Jace. Although something kept nagging at mind to not let this go, but I pushed aside those thoughts, and thought only of gold.

And Scene! If some of you guys didn't understand the whole "train" thing I was talking about her train of thought, not a real train, going to Jaceville. I want to go there… Anyway Good Night!