One Month Later…

Jace and I have been dating for one whole month now and no one has found out. It has been amazing and I'm sure that I'm in love with him. School had just let out and my mother told me that Jon was supposed to pick me up because Mom and Luke are going to a doctor's appointment since we found out that she's pregnant last week.

I went into Jace's classroom like I always did. My mom knew I did since he's helping me with my scholarship. We only work on it for about ten minutes before we start kissing. We worked on it for about fifteen minutes today but now I am sitting on his desk with my legs wrapped around his waist. He had already taken off my jacket and my tank top was pulled up halfway and he was rubbing circles on my stomach. My fingers were knotted in his hair and we were kissing passionately.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" Jace called.

"It's your old buddy, Jon!" I heard my brother's voice on the other side. My eyes widened.

I never told Jace who my brother was. "Oh, come on in." He turned to me. "Don't worry about him. He doesn't even know you."

I pushed away from him and pulled my jacket on. It was too late. Jon had already opened the door and Jace's hand was still under my shirt. Jon froze in shock but Jace didn't seem to notice.

"Hey, it's been a long time, Bro."

"You are not my bro," he said to him menacingly. I hopped off the desk and rushed up to Jon trying to stop him as he slowly approached Jace. I was scared of what he was going to do so I pushed against his chest.

"Jon, stop, please don't hurt him."

"This is who you've been hiding from us for a month? He was my best friend in high school, Clary! You thought I wouldn't find out?!"

"Wait, you two know each other?" Jace asked directed more towards me. I spun around to look at him.

"He's my stupid, big-headed, overprotective brother," I said to him.

"I'm going to kill you, Wayland."

"How was I supposed to know you were related? You look nothing alike and you don't even have the same last name." I don't blame him. Jon has really, really light blond hair that's almost white. His eyes are such a deep, dark brown that they almost look black. He kept our father's name while I took our mother's maiden name after the divorce.

What he said didn't seem to calm down Jon. "It's not just because she's my sister. She's sixteen, Jace. She's a minor. You can get arrested."

"That's why we didn't tell anyone, Jon. But look, we're not just messing around, okay? I'm not dating her just for the sake of having a girlfriend." He turned to me. "I'm in love with her." I smiled at him and went to hug him.

"I love you, too, Jace."

He bent down and kissed me on the lips whispering, "Thank God." That was the first time we said those three words.

"Okay, stop that," my brother said.

And of course, as if things weren't awkward enough, Alec chose that moment to come in. "Jace, do you happen to have a condom in your desk?" he asked shyly. His hair was messed up and there was some glitter on his face. He is so lucky that we're the last ones left in the school.

"Why do you need one? It's not like you're going to get Magnus pregnant."

"It's just to be safe of any diseases. Oh, and do you have any lube also?"

"Yeah, but I don't keep them in my desk," he said as Alec started to look through his drawers.

"Aww, you have a picture of Clary in here. Isn't that cute?" I flushed a deep red and pulled away from him as he went to his filing cabinet.

"Why is there a picture of my sister in your desk?" Jon asked. Alec seemed to just now notice his presence.

"They give all the teachers all of the students' class pictures. When I came across hers, I decided to keep hers so I can see her beautiful face all day." I gushed and kissed his cheek sweetly as Jon rolled his eyes.

"Oh, hey, Jon, how's it going?"

"Don't tell me you're sleeping with a student, too, Alec. You were always the good one who never got in trouble."

"Sorry, man but I fell in love with a student, too, and for the record, Clary and Jace never slept together. If they had, Jace would have told me. Clary would have told Izzy, and Izzy would have told me. So trust me; I know."

Jace was digging in the bottom drawer and reached all the way in the back and pulled out a condom and a small bottle of lube. As soon as Alec had them in his hand, he bolted from the room.

"Clary, I don't want you to date someone who keeps these things in his filing cabinet."

"I'm not going to break up with him, Jon. All I ask is that you don't tell anyone. Please, Jon, don't tell Mom or Luke. They'll kill me and Jace." I pleaded him with my best puppy dog eyes that I knew he couldn't resist.

"Fine, but what happens when Mom and Luke want to meet your mysterious boyfriend?"

"I'll improvise, but for now, just don't say anything."

"Well, come on, we need to go home. Mom said she doesn't want you driving the Harley that much. You can put it in the back of my pickup."

"Can you even lift it?" I asked him.

"That's actually one of the reasons I came here. Jace can you help me lift that stupid thing?"

Jace and I froze and turned towards Jon. "You did not disrespect the bike."

"Aw, dude, you never call a Harley stupid." Jace and I just walked out of the room and went to the parking lot to see that Jon's truck was parked right next my bike. I put my helmet in the bed of the truck and zipped the keys into my leather jacket's pocket. Jace draped his jacket over the side of the truck before going to the bike. But before Jon could get to the truck to help Jace, he was already lifting the Harley like it weighed nothing. His muscles rippled in his tight fitting black t-shirt.

I had to lean against the truck so I wouldn't feint from the sight. "Damn, I love you," I sighed. He smirked at me, showing he knew hot he was.

"Okay, enough with the flirting, we need to go home. Mom and Luke are going to be home soon."

I gave Jace a peck on the lips and went to sit in the truck. "I'll see you tomorrow, love you!"

"I love you, too." He smiled at me before putting on his leather jacket and walking over to his own bike. Jon got in the driver's seat and refused to look at me.

"Please don't be mad at me."

"Did you guys go out before or after the school year started?"

"After," I whispered.

"I'll keep your damn secret but I'm still mad at you."