Yeah, I just got back from my basketball practice, and I'm sacrificing my homework to do this! I'm so sad! Bahaha :) I'm just kidding. I love you guys and I try to update, I swear!

Disclaimer: No, I am obviously not Cassandra Clare. Duh.

JPOV

"It is currently a warm 89 degrees here in sunny California, please buckle up for landing."

Jace woke up, startled to the sound of the flight attendant. Had he just slept for the entire flight? His dream had been so vivid and real..

Flashback

Jace looked around, confused. He was in the tree house Clary and himself had built so long ago. Why was he here?

"Jace?"

Jace turned around, facing Clary. She was dressed all in white, smiling from ear to ear.

"Why are we here?" He asked, confused.

"You're such a joker, Jace. What does it look like?" She said, gesturing to her white dress.

A wedding dress.

"Oh." He said, feeling popped like a balloon.

"Why are you so sad?" She asked, frowning.

"I don't want to go." She flinched at this.

"You're--you're dumping me at the altar?" She asked, a few tears sliding down her cheek.

"Wha--What?" He stuttered.

Her eyes flashed angrily. "You cant even remember your own wedding day?"

"I'm getting married?" He asked, eyes widening.

"Yes, you're going to be a daddy, too." She said, placing a hand over her stomach.

"Since when?" Jace asked, although he knew.

"That one night we spent together.." Clary smiled dreamily.

"I love you, Clary." He suddenly blurted.

"I love you too, which is why I'm getting married to you." She turned to leave, but called over her shoulder, "Ill meet you at the altar."

End of Flashback

His dream had gone black, then. Jace cursed. Why couldn't he stay in a good dream? He had no trouble with the nightmares.

"Hi." A female voice said.

Jace turned, to be facing a very pretty girl with straight corn silk hair, and ice blue eyes.

"Hey." He replied, already starting to turn away.

"Whats your name?" The girl persisted.

"Jace." He sighed. If there was no Clary in this world, he might have thought the girl was pretty. He might have even thought she was beautiful. But no one could compare to his Clary, or ever would.

"Mine is Larissa." She said, smiling.

"Great to know." He replied, closing his eyes again.

"So you're on your way to California?" Larissa asked.

"Obviously, that's why I'm on a flight to California." He snapped. He knew that his mood wasn't the girls fault, and he was being very rude and mean to her when she just wanted to talk to someone. But right now he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Oh my, touchy. Did you get dumped?" She asked eagerly.

He looked at her. She looked like a little kid, wanting to hear the whole story. "I don't see how that is any of your business."

"Aw, you got dumped." She said, making a sad face.

Jace exhaled angrily, and turned the other way. "What do you want?"

"Someone to talk to." She said, he could practically hear the smile in his voice.

"Listen, I know you're trying to be nice and all, but--"

"But you just got dumped. Got it." She cut him off.

Jace turned around to face her. She had her hands on her hips, and she was looking up at him expectantly. She was taller than Clary, and more muscular, obviously an athlete. "Can you stay the hell out of it?" He snapped.

"Mr. Grouch, today, I see."

"Are you going to leave me alone?"He asked, half pleading.

"Not a chance." She smirked.

"Do you usually go up to random guys and bug the shit out of them?"

"All the time." She grinned. "Do you want to start over?"

Jace sighed. "Listen--"

"My name is Larissa Mack. Pleased to meet you." She said, shaking his hand.

"I don't really--"

"So whats your name?" She asked, as if he hadn't spoken.

Jace contemplated what to do. On one hand, she was annoying as hell, and was already getting on his nerves. On the other, maybe he needed a friend out here in California.

"Jace Lightwood." He said.

CPOV

Clary sat there on the airport floor, sobbing. After what seemed like forever, Isabelle showed up, and tugged her to her feet. They walked back to Isabelle's apartment, not saying a word.

"Wait, Isabelle, why are we going to your apartment? I have my own house." Clary said when she realized where they were going.

"You look like shit. Sebastian cant see you like this. Plus, I have a feeling we have to talk." Isabelle said, continuing to pull her along.

They reached Isabelle's apartment, walked through the pale pink living room, and the brilliant blue dining room. When Clary stumbled into Isabelle's room, she walked over to the bed, exhausted.

"Okay, so spill." Isabelle said as she sat down on the bed next to Clary.

"Spill what?" Clary mumbled.

"What the hell happened?" She demanded.

"When?" Clary asked, tired.

"The airport--wait never mind, the whole thing."

Clary looked at her with bloodshot eyes. "This cant wait?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, but no." Isabelle said apologetically.

Clary sighed, and then started. "I guess it all started when he came and found me at my apartment."

Isabelle looked at her, expecting her to keep going. She continued,

"We went out to dinner, which is when he found out about me being engaged. He seemed--pretty upset. But he looked..almost resolved. Like he was planning something. We went out that night, with you guys, and I had a little to much to drink. We ended up at his apartment, and we--"

"Oh my God!" Isabelle squealed. "Was it amazing?"

"Um, ew. Izzy. You're his adopted sister. I'm not sure you should be thinking such things."

"I was just wondering." Isabelle shrugged. "Continue."

"Anyway, the next morning, we got into this huge fight. I was so sure I had made a mistake. I mean, I had cheated. I never thought I would ever cheat in a relationship ever. And here I was, going against everything I had stood for. But with Jace, it had felt so right. There really isn't much to tell, but I realize now I made a huge mistake."

Isabelle looked at her speculatively. "You're hiding something."

Clary's cheeks immediately flushed. "No I'm not."

"God, just tell me Clary"

"Okay..so he might have asked me to marry him--"

"Jace asked you to MARRY him?"

Clary groaned. "Yes."

"And you said no?" Isabelle's voice was softer.

"Yes." Clary answered again.

"Clary.." Isabelle sounded shocked.

"What?" Clary asked, looking into the other girls eyes. "You think I made the wrong decision?"

"Well..yeah. Why, don't you?" She asked, confused.

"No, I don't think I did. If I would have said yes, our whole relationship would have been built on a lie. I feel horrible, Izzy." Clary admitted.

"Okay..I have one final question. Are you going to stay with Sebastian?"

"Yes." Clary answered. "Jace isn't coming back."

"He will come back." Isabelle said, sure of herself.

"But--"

"He will come back," Isabelle said again, "For you."

"I don't know, Isabelle. I just don't think so." She said, exhausted.

"Go to sleep, Clary. Ill tell Sebastian you're staying the night." Isabelle whispered.

"Thank you, Izzy." Clary said, her eyelids already drooping.

She wasn't going to dream of Jace tonight. She told herself over and over again. Not tonight.

Mmmk its done! Once again, I'm sorry for missing apostrophes. Please please please PLEASE review!