HELLLLOOOOO

I know what you're thinking, where the hell have you been?!

I'm so sorry, here's a new chapter though! (Finally)

This was inspired by Love, Rosie. Only the drunk, stomach pumping part though...

Disclaimer: I DON"T OWN TMI, CASSIE CLARE DOES.

Chapter 14: The Inevitable

JACE AND I ARE BEST FRIENDS. I was having dinner with my mum, dad, Jonathan, Seraphina and Valentina.

"So, any plans with Jace tomorrow?" My mother asked looking smug.

My dad was also smiling as if he knew where this was going. They both loved Jace as if he was another son to them.

"Well, not really, but knowing us we'll find something to do."

"Like setting fire to the gym?" Jonathan smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "We're not that bad."

Seraphina and Valentina looked at each other then said, "Suurrreee." They looked at hear other again.

"Jinx!"

"Double Jinx!"

"Triple–"

"Girls!" My dad said. "Calm down and eat your pasta."

"You know, I think you and Jace would make a great couple." My mum said. I should've known…

I rolled my eyes. "Mum… We've talked about this. He doesn't feel like that; I don't either."

"Haha you're so good at lying." My older brother said.

"Oh, whatever." I continued to eat, the rest of my family snickering.

JACE POV

Today was her eighteenth birthday.

I picked her up from her house, I mean manor, just as I do every day.

I drove us to our private secondary school. We both walked into our tutor rooms and handed in our 'letters'.

To whom it may concern,

Please excuse my daughter, Clarissa Fairchild, from school today. Sorry we were not able to call the school. She has a doctor's appointment that starts 10:30 and will last the whole day.

Thank you for your consideration,

Jocelyn Fairchild.

I forged her letter for her since, for some reason, my handwriting looked like her mother's.

To Miss. Diana Wrayburn,

My son, Jonathan Christopher Herondale, will be unable to attend the rest of the school day considering the fact he has a very important orthodontist appointment. I apologize that you are receiving this news from a letter instead of a call to the receptionist.

Thank you very much,

Stephen Herondale

I never really understood why at the end of these types of letters, they put 'thank you'. Thank you for what?

Anyway, Clary was the one who wrote the letter for me.

The teachers didn't suspect anything. All the teachers knew that Clary and I were best friends, the troublesome couple. We always got into trouble and it was never alone, always together.

I was waiting in the car park leaning against my black Lexus.

I saw a redhead walking through the doors of the school and through the courtyard.

I saw her smiling as she ran towards me.

"Heyy Birthday Girl!" I said as Clary jumped up and gave me a long hug.

"It worked!" She squealed.

I spun her around, my arms still wrapped around her waist.

When I finally set her down, I asked, "Where d'you wanna go?"

Clary's face broke into a grin.

"Taki's!"

We walked into the bar/pub and I ordered a cheeseburger and she got fish and chips. The food here is absolutely amazing.

It was one of those bars where carding people weren't a necessity so Clary ordered shots of tequila and I ordered some vodka.

And damn that was some strong stuff.

We got there at 11 and now it's 12.

"You two are getting drunk pretty early in the morning." Someone commented.

I hadn't had too much to drink; I was taking it slow since Clary was downing tequila way too quickly.

"It's my Birthdaaayyy!" Clary said to the stranger.

"Okay, Clarissa. I think that's enough."

"No! JC this is great stuff!" She drank another shot.

I huffed then I could see her caving in.

"Okay! Okay, let's go." She said.

I paid for the meal and the alcohol.

We walked out, well, I walked out, Clary was stumbling.

Suddenly I was pushed into an alley way and then up against the wall.

Clary was giggling then I realised that it was her that pushed me and had me against the wall.

"Uh… Ree..?"

She looked up into my eyes then leaned upward and pulled me down by my shirt.

Her lips met mine.

No, no, no, no. This can't happen…

She can't love me like this. She's my best friend, it's wrong. No matter what any of those close to me says… I shouldn't love her. She shouldn't love me. It's wrong.

I felt her smile against my lips, I was subconsciously kissing her back.

This isn't right! She's your best friend, idiot. This'll ruin our friendship…

"Jace…" She moaned.

I felt her tongue slide into through my lips.

I pulled away, our foreheads touching. "Clary… We shouldn't…"

"Jace. I love you." She whispered then put her lips to my neck and kissed it.

I closed my eyes and let my guard down.

Clary pulled away then she looked absolutely exhausted.

"JC… I'm… really…" Then her knees seemed to weaken.

I moved fast enough so that she collapsed into my arms.

She definitely had too much to drink.

I was sitting anxiously in the waiting rooms of Idris hospital.

Clary was getting her stomach pumped and we got busted. They called our parents immediately when we got to the hospital and I went through a 30 minute lecture given to me by my mother…

Since I did something wrong, I had a punishment. I needed to help around at the hospital where my father worked. Wonderful…

"Jace," I looked up and saw Jonathan.

"Look, man. I seriously didn't mean to–"

I was cut off by a massive blow.

"Damn." I muttered under my breath.

"You asshole." He spat. "You did this to my sister."

"I didn't do that! I'm not in control of her body!"

"You. You are a bad influence of Clary and you know it!" He then grabbed me by my shirt collar. "I want you to stay away from her."

"You're not the boss of me." I roughly pushed him off me and stormed away. So much for waiting to be able to see Clary… But I wanted to have the dramatic exit.

It's been a month. I considered what Jonathan said. It was my fault. I was having fun, sure, Clary was too but I wasn't watching after her. I promised that I would always watch out for her. And now I've broken that promise.

I'm walking home from school; I didn't drive because I wanted to be able to think about everything. I've avoided Clary and all her attempts at talking to me. Cold shoulder, classic, I know.

Then I hear yelling from behind me, "JAAAACCCEEEE!"

I turn and see a short redhead fast approaching with her arms out.

"Uh…" I had no idea what to do and before I could actual process what was happening, Clary was right in front of me and jumped, throwing her arms around me.

I hugged her back because, well…. I missed her. I missed everything about her.

"Wait a minute…" She jerked back from the hug. "Why am I hugging you?! I'm angry at you…" She shoved me, hard. Well, for her anyway.

"Okay, I know, I know. I did put you into the hospital for goodness sake. And I'm so so sorry. It was wrong of me to–"

"Hold on! Why would you think that it was your fault?"

"I brought you to the bar. I promised a long time ago to always watch over you. You had your freaking stomach pumped coz of me." I exclaimed.

She gave me a 'are you freaking serious right now?' face. She put her hands on my shoulders and shook me. "That was not your fault. I didn't know my limits. How were you supposed to know my limits?! I'm not angry about you taking me to that bar; I had a lot of fun. I'm angry that you won't talk to me." Her voice softened.

"Do you… remember everything?"

After a while of silence… she replied. "Yes."

Then she, again, threw her arms around me, pulled me down and met my lips.

Hope you liked it! Oh and for my LFF readers, I will include a sneak pear of the sequel about the new generation of Shadowhunters in LFF, I won't be publishing it yet because I have no ideas for titles.

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