I couldn't really process anything except the one thing I'd never hoped I'd have to think about again. Jace. My legs were moving and it was not of my own accord, like I'd been possessed.

Yeah, possessed by J—

Nope. I was not going there. Not today, Satan.

I charged into Jace's room, but he wasn't there. Lucky for me, seeing as Jace would most likely be shirtless and/or hooking up with another girl. His room was a. Mess.

This shocked me more than it should because when you looked at Jace, this was about what would come to mind when you pictured the place where he spends most his nights. But unfortunately, I knew Jace.

Ever since I met him, he'd been the most neat, clean, organized person I'd ever known. Seriously. Not a spot out of place. And now…?

I guess things change.

I guess I knew that.

I turned to his bed and grabbed the first thing I found – which happened to be a pair of underwear. With a small shriek I flicked the fabric away, then realized they weren't his, they were ladies'. Even more gross.

More carefully this time, I reached for his shirt. I was just about to apply the Tracking Rune when I froze. This too, did not belong to Jace. But it was not that of another lover, at least not a sexual partner. This shirt…this was mine.

'Omigosh!" I yelped. Jace jumped in the driver's seat, nearly swerving off the road.

"Geez, Red," Jace grumbled playfully, running his hands through his hair. "A little warning…"

"Sorry," I giggled, then reached forward to turn up the music. "This song is so great!"

"You knew it would be," He pointed out. "You love the band."

"Well, they are amazing. Want to—,"

"Hear your top three list of their songs?" Jace finished for me. I had done this about six times in the course of a month. "I know if by heart, but go for it."

I didn't need to be told twice. I was such a music geek. Well—technically all arts in general. Mostly art such as painting and sketching and photography, but I was also very able to recognize quality music when I heard it. "Okay, so, first is 'Superheroes,' obviously. Such a touching piece. Then comes…I think it'll be this new one, 'Rain.' I'm really feeling it. And then there'll be 'Hall of Fame,' which will never be taken out of my Hall of Fame," I babbled.

"Ooh, a change in 'The List?' This song must be seriously impressive," Jace snickered.

I punched him in the arm, though it didn't even close to hurt. "It is. Have you been listening? 'It's such a sha-a-a-a-a-me, we messed it up, you and me! 'Cause baby when you're gone all it does is rain!'" I quoted the song gleefully, but when I looked at Jace, he wasn't laughing.

He was smiling. But it was meaningful. "What?" I asked him, blushing, and feeling like I had to cover something up.

His smile widened and he turned back to face the road, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. "You're a beautiful singer," he nearly whispered.

I blushed even deeper. I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling like an idiot. "So, where are we going anyway?" I asked him, desperate for a subject change so I didn't start fan-girl-ing out.

"You really haven't guessed yet?" He sneered. Then Jace motioned haphazardly towards the speakers. "This isn't the radio, it's an entire playlist of just The Script."

"And that is somehow supposed to help me to understand the destination of this mystery date?"

"Well, yes!" Jace laughed, seeming slightly, laughably flustered. I laughed with him. We were happy. "Okay, well, maybe this will clear things up a bit."

Jace handed me a tiny package, just a bit shorter than a T.V. remote. I eyed him curiously. "Open it, Clary!" He demanded, anticipating my reaction to whatever was in the box.

I opened it and nearly fell out of my seat, even though I was wearing a seatbelt. Inside were tickets. Tickets to a concert.

August 4th, 2015 Fenway Stadium

The Script

8:45 pm Field Box 21

"You are mother-freaking kidding me," I was scary-calm. "Please, please, please, Jace, cut it out."

"Clary, we've been driving for hours, where else would we be going? I'm not lying to you. I'm just the best boyfriend ever, ever, ever."

I couldn't agree more. I yelped, squealing ecstatically and Jace pulled the par into a parking space so I could hug him easier, and then we were kissing furiously, and I was still laughing.

I had the best night of my life. I sang along to every song and I would swear to it, even months later when Jace told me I'd imagined it, I'd seen Danny O'Donoghue wink right at me. I'd never loved Jace more.

After the concert, Jace disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a shirt. It was gorgeous. The words "The Script" and "Freedom Child" were written and something that resembled glow-up letters. And on the back, Jace managed to point out as he swirled it around, a few lyrics of "Rain" were written and the word "Red," like it was a soccer jersey.

It was four sizes too big. Like, big on Jace, big. But it was extremely comfortable and I loved it. I'd worn that shirt at least every week after. My prized possession from my prized night with my prized guy.

But that night, it had somehow ended up with him, and it seemed he'd kept it all along. I was filled up with fury. This was mine. Not his.

I stuck the shirt haphazardly in the belt of my jeans, and then I picked up a shirt that I was sure was his, and closed my eyes to concentrate.

He was mother freaking kidding me.

Jace was on the roof.

0.o.O.o.0

My whole body shook as I climbed each flight of stairs to the roof, one hand clutching the railing with a deadly grip, the other poking holes in Jace's shirt with my nails. Finally, I reached the top, and I felt like I was going to puke.

I pushed open the door. Wind rushed forward and smacked me in the face. My tremors increased six fold because of the cold. Jace was standing at the edge of the roof, looking out.

He turned around when the door opened. His eyes widened when he saw me. I know. I'm shocked too.

"Clary?" He asked. He strode toward me in large steps. Jace moved to put his arms on my shoulders, but I stepped away. But this time, it was for a completely different reason. Jace looked down, and his eyes caught on his shirt. "Did you…track me?" He demanded, snatching the shirt from my grasp.

"Yes," I told him, my voice weak. "I need to talk to you Jace."

"Okay. About what?"

I fell silent for a moment, gritting my teeth and finding it difficult to look him in the eye. "That night."

Jace stiffened and his eyes clouded over. "Why in hell would you want to talk about that?" It was like he was suddenly mad at me.

"Because you lied." He knew. Jace knew what I knew. What I had found out.

"Fine," Jace growled, grinding his jaws together. "But not now." With that, he stalked away, hands shoved in his pockets.

"Wha-?" I shrieked. "Yes, now, Jace! Don't you understand? You did this to me! I have a right to know what really happened."

I charged forward and the door slammed shut behind me. It was this noise that caused Jace to whirl around, looking panicked.

"Oh, no," He mumbled. Jace ran his fingers through his hair, ran forward, and tried the door. It didn't open. "This door…it locks when it shuts, I…."

"I'm stuck up here," I finished for him. "With you."