Clary's POV:

The rest of the week passed without any incidents. On Friday, after school, Izzy suggested that we go to Pandemonium. I agreed to go, even though the place held memories. I was finally doing something just for me. I put on a black skater dress that reached my mid thigh and my black ankle boots. Izzy did my make up, giving me a smokey eye and blood red lips. She straightened my hair and then curled the ends slightly. When that was done I let it hang loose down my back. Izzy put on a red, one shouldered dress and looked absolutely gorgeous as usual. We were meeting Jace and his friends there as he had had football practise after school and then went to Jon's house.

Izzy and I walked to Pandemonium, the journey filled with her chatter. I nodded and shook my head accordingly and she smiled when she saw I was paying attention. We got there at around 9 and found the group of boys at the very back of the Que. I grabbed their arms and steered them towards the front where James, the bouncer, was.

"Clary! You brought friends!" He smirked and hugged me. I hugged him back. He gestured for us to go in, eyeing Izzy up. I glared at him, pulling Izzy along with me.

"That was so awesome! We need to come clubbing more often!" Izzy squealed and Jon nodded. His eyes lingered on what was exposed of my chest and I glared at him.

"Do you want a drink?" Jon asked and I shook my head, grabbing Jace's arm and steering him towards the bar. We sat and I tapped my fingers impatiently as we waited for the server. Jace put his hand over mine, stopping my fingers from tapping.

"Impatient much!" He said in my ear and I smirked at him.

"What can I-" the server started and then stopped. "Clary? Good to see you. You want the usual?" I nodded and he got me my drink. "Who's your new toy boy?" He gestured to Jace who was still holding my hand.

"I'm Jace," he said, tightly and I rolled my eyes.

"Right. Drinks on the house for you and your friends, 'Kay?" The server said and I nodded my thanks to him as Jace ordered for everyone. We got the drinks and headed over to find the others.

"Drinks on the house if you tell him that you're friends with Clary!" Jace had to tell over the music at them. There was a round of thanks and cools.

I felt a hand on my back and turned to find Raphael, one of the druggies I used to serve. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"I'm Raphael, you must be Clary's friends," he yelled to them. I pushed his arms away and stumbled, crashing into Jace. He caught me and his automatically went around my shoulders, protectively.

"Cool," Jon yelled back.

"Do you have it Clary?" Raphael turned back to me. "I placed another order with Seb," he smirked and I shook my head. How had I forgotten that Friday nights were delivery nights. If anyone spotted me then I was dead.

"Ordered what?" Izzy asked.

"She didn't tell you? Well Clary and I have an agreement. She sells me-" I kneed him in the groin, punched him in the face and kicked his legs out from under him. My free da protested and then Izzy screamed when he pulled a knife out.

"You didn't want to do that girl," he snarled at me and launched himself at Izzy. She screamed again as I grabbed Raphael's leg and grounded him. I snapped his arm and he screamed. No one heard over the pulsating music though so we were fine. Suddenly the music was cut and the crowd pulled back from us. Izzy, Jon, Jace and the others stood to the side whilst the manager came up to us, holding a base ball bat.

"What's going on here?" He asked. Raphael launched himself at the man from behind. I grabbed the bat and smacked him away. The crowd gasped as they saw the knife he was wielding

"Come on Clary. you can't beat me. When I win I'm taking you straight back to Sebastian," he smirked and I twirled the bat in my hand. Raphael lunged at my feet and I jumped, hitting him over the head. He crashed to the floor, unconscious.

There was silence and then clapping and yelling.

"Go Clary!" Jon yelled and one of the boys, who I think was called Jordan, yelled

"Awesome!"

Jace's POV:

We watched, hearts in our mouths, as Clary single handedly knocked out Raphael. She had never looked more beautiful, jumping in the air, her red hair flying around her, as she brought down the bat on his head.

Raphael was grabbed by the bouncers and Clary dropped the bat, running out of the club, ignoring the cheering crowd. Izzy and I followed her and found her leaning against the wall outside. Her chest was heaving and tears poured down her face.

"Clary?" I asked quietly. She looked up and past me to Izzy. She collapsed on the floor, full on crying. I rushed towards her and lifted her up, into my arms. It broke my heart to see her like this.

Her tears soaked my shirt and my heart contracted with each sob that ripped through her body.

"I'm taking her home," I found myself saying. "Make sure the guys don't tell anyone at school." With that I carried Clary back home. The walk was fairly quick and I walked at a smooth pace so as not to jolt her and upset her more. When we got back home I took Clary to her room. I helped her out of her dress and into her pyjamas when I froze. Her back was littered with scars and on her lower back words had been carved into her skin.

Mine!

I felt sick. I helped Clary finish changing and helped her into bed. I turned to leave when I heard a quiet voice.

"Stay, please?" I looked at Clary. She was curled in on herself, all her barriers down against the world. My heart twanged and nearly broke. I slid into the bed next to her, sliding my arms around her small frame and pulling her to my chest. After a while Clary's breathing evened out along with the slow rise and fall of her chest. In that one moment I knew. I was in love with Clary.

I closed my eyes, burrowing my nose into Clary's hair. Slowly and contentedly I fell asleep