I don't own the mortal instruments – that's Cassandra Clare's

Nor do I own 'Warrior' by Beth Crowley

Ok! See I told you I would update twice, I do try my very best to follow through on my promises! So I think this chapter is the longest I have ever written and I know I tend to write short chapters like 1000 – 1,800 words, so I wanted to go past the 2000 mark. Enjoy. OH OK so some were confused about classes that Clary and Jace share and stuff so here is their schedule.

History – Jace, Clary and Izzy

Math – Clary, Simon

Art- Clary

English- Clary, Jace

Lunch

Music- Clary, Jace, Izzy, Simon

Science- Clary, Izzy, Simon

Chapter 7

A song and a kiss

Jpov

Damn, Jace had history now, the class he shared with Clary and an eavesdropping Isabelle. Jace was actually nervous; he wanted to talk to her so bad. He wanted her to know that he liked her and he wanted to date her. Forget trial dating, seeing her with rat boy earlier hurt him. He didn't want it too, but it did. He liked her, if she didn't want anything to do with him the so be it, he would just have to try and move on, ignoring the hurt.

He was trying to forget about everything his father had ever told him, his father was a scumbag, he hurt his mother, sent her into a black hole of depression, suicide was her only escape, she left her son with her abusive husband. His dad died eventually, all the drugs and alcohol finally got him. Jace was nothing like him, he would never do drugs, he would never hit a woman, he would never be his father. Because as far as he was concerned, his father wasn't his father. He never had his respect or his love, Jace never even shed a tear when he died. In fact the last time he ever cried was when his mother killed herself. When he saw her, lying next to a bottle of pills and vodka, he didn't hate her, or blame her. He finally understood what hell she was going through, her inner demons won the battle and it was all his fathers fault. He hated him; he hoped he was burning in hell, where the demon belonged. No he would never turn out like his father. He may not love Clary, but he liked her, and for now that was enough.

He had to talk to her. He had to let her know how he felt and he had to know whether or not she felt the same way about him that he felt about her. His emotions changed from nervous and broken from the thoughts of his father, too determined at the thoughts of talking to Clary.

He strolled into the classroom and began thinking about the best time to talk to Clary.

Cpov

By the time Clary got to history Jace was already sitting there, he looked deep in concentration. She had never seen him looking so thoughtful. He didn't even notice when she walked past him, the only thing that snapped him out of his daze was when she pulled out the chair and plopped down next to him. He looked at her and his face broke into a smile. Not a smirk or a sarcastic grin, but an actual smile, she decided then and there that this was her favourite look for him. He should do it more often; it brought the butterflies back when he did.

She smiled back at him but before they could say anything the teacher walked in. Sighing, she turned to the teacher and began to learn about some idiot who tried to overtake a king and died. Geez what was he thinking.

Clary put her earphones in and began to zone out. She thought about Jace, she seemed to be doing that a lot lately. She liked him. Not loved him, nope. She liked him though; she didn't like seeing him with other girls at all. She was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. Quite literally as well. He was like a flame, so bright and beautiful. She wasn't though. Just dull Clary. Yet there was something about Jace. It was what drew her in. He had walls. And they were breaking down, he had more than one emotion now, his eyes, they always looked so empty and void of any emotion, yet whenever she was with him they were filled with so many emotions. Clary wanted Jace to like her, hell, if she was lucky then maybe he did. But it wouldn't last long. Good things didn't last when it came to Clary. If he ever found out about her past he would throw her away, he wouldn't want her, no body would. But maybe this would be different. No, she was kidding herself, it would never be different, she may be slightly pretty on the outside but on the inside she was too broken and dull to ever be beautiful. No one besides her mother and Jon could ever love someone like her.

There was something dark surrounding Jace though, she wanted to find out what it was but she doubted he would ever tell her. He was a mystery that she so desperately wanted to solve yet was too broken to even try.

Something tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped. Clary pulled out her earphone and looked at Jace, he had a look of amusement in his eyes, "Clary, the bell rang like two minutes ago, you were in your own world again" he grinned. She looked around and saw that he was indeed telling the truth, she sighed and packed up all her things. She hadn't felt as down as she did since she moved here. Jace must have noticed something because he frowned. "Clary what's the matter?" he asked as they walked down the hall. "Nothing Jace, don't worry about it, by the way your classroom is the other way" she was trying to make him go away. It was only a matter of time before she broke down. "Fine Clary, don't tell me. I will see you later" he huffed and walked away.

She did not want to go to maths. She ran until she came to the music block and found an empty classroom. Well it wasn't even a classroom really, more of a small room that looked liked it hadn't been disturbed for a good few years. The only things in it were boxes, two guitars and a piano. She almost started a happy dance right there. Not many people knew, but Clary loved music, she loved to sing, play piano and violin. She pushed open the door, wincing slightly and the loud creaking sound it made, and ran over to the piano. She pressed a few keys, checking that it was still in tune. She began to play and then she sang the song that had been in her mind since she began thinking about Jace Lightwood.

You fascinated me
Cloaked in shadows and secrecy
The beauty of a broken angel

I ventured carefully
Afraid of what you thought I'd be
But pretty soon I was entangled

You take me by the hand
I question who I am

Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin

Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I Finally see what
You knew was inside me
All along

That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior

My memory refused
To separate the lies from truth
And search the past
My mind created

I kept on pushing through
Standing resolute which you
In equal measure
Loved and hated

You take me by the hand
I'm seeing who I am

Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin

Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I Finally see what
You knew was inside me
All along

That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior

Lies a warrior...

You take me by the hand
I'm sure of who I am

Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin

Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I Finally see what
You knew was inside me
All along

That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior

The pictures come to life
Wake in the dead of night
Open my eyes
I must be dreaming

Clutch my pillow tight
Brace myself for the fight
I've heard that seeing
Is believing.

Jpov

Jace could not forget that look in her eyes. She looked so broken, but there was a hint of longing in there. It was as if she was remembering something horrible and wanted something that she could never have. He hated seeing her like that but when he asked her she just brushed him off. He was hurt and he certainly was not going to go to his next class. He began walking around, avoiding any place where a teacher would be. He decided he would go to the one place he could actually think clearly; the music block.

Jace pushed open the doors and stepped out of the cold. Only to be greeted by the sweet sound of a piano and if you listened hard enough then a soft voice. He followed the sound until he came to the old music room, to his surprise, the door was wide open and sitting at the piano was the little red head that he came here to think about. She was playing expertly, her voice was angelic. He listened to the words of the song.

Shocked didn't even come close to how he felt right now.

He was going to sneak away before she even noticed that he was there but he felt as if he was stuck to the spot, he was entranced by the red headed beauty and her beautiful voice. Then she finished the song, he didn't want it to ever end, he wanted to hear her voice again. He couldn't help it, he clapped. Clary whirled around looking like a dear caught in the headlights. He sat down on the stool next to her.

"Clary that was amazing, why didn't you tell me you could play?" Jace asked, "Uh um huh, well uh not many people know that I uh play" Jace thought that her stutter was absolutely adorable. He stared into her emerald eyes, he easily got lost in the green, he didn't think that there was a brighter green than her eyes, or a more beautiful one. He sighed inwardly. It was time, time to talk to her.

"Clary, I need to tell you something and I need you not to talk until I'm finished, okay?" She nodded hesitantly.

He took a deep breath and began. "Ok, so I know that you think that I'm a man whore, but I'm not, in fact I'm still a virgin," Her eyes widened at that " but that's not the point, I know that I treat girls like crap, but that's because I don't feel anything for the girls that I have been with, I never liked them, but Clary I do like you, you are beautiful and amazing and smart and best of all you don't take my bullshit. I like you Clary and I have never liked someone before, this feeling scares me but I really just want to try it. I want to date you Clary, please just give me a chance? I know I can be a good boyfriend, it may be new to me but I still want to try it."

Cpov

She was shocked to say the least; she had never expected someone like Jace to say that to her, it was beautiful. She tried to speak but she couldn't form the words properly. Clary probably looked like a fish opening and closing her mouth like that.

She was hesitant, yes she liked Jace, but how did she know she wasn't going to be his weekly toy? How did she know that he really liked her?

Jace obviously took her silence as a 'I don't feel the same way' type of thing and stood up, "Ok Clary I get it, you don't like me that way, its fine, just forget that this ever happened." He turned and walked out the door. Now or never, did she want to give him a chance, god yes, she wanted to see if this could go anywhere, damn she wanted it so bad. She leaped off the seat and ran out to Jace. He had just reached the bottom step outside the music block when she shouted "Jace! Wait!" She tumbled into him and he caught himself and her before they both fell. His hands were on her waist and she blushed, "Jace I like you too, I want to give this a-" before she could even finish her sentence Jace's lips crashed down to hers, she gasped and Jace took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, if that was even possible. They were brought out of their moment by the sound of the bell. He pulled back and rested his forehead against her "chance" she finished slightly breathless. "Jace I don't think that anyone should know about this yet, not until we know if this is going to go anywhere" He just nodded and let her go before any of the other students saw them together. "Yeah ok, this is going to be hard, but as long as we are together then I will do it" He grinned as the heat rose to her face. "Later Jace" she said and turned to walk to art, she just heard Jace's reply "see you later babe." She smiled all the way to art.

OK! There it was my lovelies, Clace! I'm sorry if anyone thinks that its going to fast but to be honest, I don't really care. Its not like they have fallen in love with each other is it. Oh that made me sound so bitchy, i'm not like that it just annoys me when people say that, but the don't know my story plan so. Thanks for the warrior idea Rosie Herondale!

ANYWAY! Please review and tell me what you think

-Georgia x