I added chapter 3 to chapter 2 cos it made sense so yeah ... here's Chapter 3! (: ~ Ginger

*One Day Later*

Feeling the cool breeze against my cheeks was a relief after the humid temperature of my now seeming overcrowded home. Luke, Mum's boyfriend was back from his trip to – as I call it – Transylvania visiting his parents. I swear they were like vampires or something, I mean what human has teeth that pointy, cannibals?! I shuddered at the thought. Anyways, that means that there's boxes everywhere and I needed a break! Pulling my jacket up around by the collar, I hunched up my shoulders and stuffed my hands into my leather clad pockets.

Isabelle had called me earlier claiming she was "Still annoyed that you broke up my time with Si – sigh – but in return you have to let me make over for this date we have". I could already see the manic smile from the end of the phone and that was when I promptly hung up, pulled on my jacket and headed towards Taki's the best place around, their coffee was to die for!

Pushing open the door I walked into the welcoming warmth of the café and quickly walked into the corner away from the popular people and into my own world. As the waitress came over I recognised the braided summer tan hair and placed a massive grin on my face.

"Maia!" I squealed and jumped up, getting a few odd looks across the room.

"Hey sweet cheeks," Maia replied before swiftly pulling me into a tight hug, "You doing ok?"

"Yeah I'm good," I sighed into her shoulder.

"No you're not what's up?"

"Isabelle," I stated before releasing Maia and plopping down into my seat, Maia sliding gracefully in opposite me.

"Another blind date?" Maia questioned, raising an eyebrow – damn it why couldn't I do that? Cocking my head to the side I frowned.

"How did you know? Is it that obvious?"

"Hun, every time you come here it's because you need a coffee," Maia states.

"That makes no sense, you know that right?" I laughed.

Chuckling Maia replied, "I know you, you come here for coffee because Isabelle is going to dress you up – meaning she got you a date."

Crinkling up my nose in disgust I snorted "Yeah except this time she won't even tell me who it is, which gives me the feeling that I won't agree- therefore I'm expecting the worst".

"Over dramatic child," muttered Maia.

"MAIA BACK TO WORK STOP CHIT CHATTING!" shouted Ella - Maia's boss - from the kitchen.

"COMING!" shouted back Maia. Pulling out a notebook and a pen from her white apron she turned back to me "your usual?"

"Please," I pleaded "coffee – black like my soul."

"Always," says Maia before winking and going to collect my coffee.

Scanning around the coffee shop I started making up stories for different people. The man sat frowning at a piece of paper in the middle of a room – he was a concerned Dad whos daughter is away at college, she's not the prettiest and he's scared she'll get bullied, the lack of letters he gets just puts more petrol in the tank. An extremely young girl, maybe 16 with black circles under her eyes sat cooing over a baby that was gurgling in her arms – she was a student until some idiot of a boyfriend told her he loved her then got her pregnant leaving her with the aftermath. Almost as if she sensed me she looked up captivating me with her amber eyes, what is it with that colour eyes? My attention was drawn to a Goth girl sat in the corner diagonal from mine with her boyfriend I was guessing, from the way his arm was carelessly slung over her shoulder and the way he seemed to whisper sweet nothings in her ear making her smile as she sipped on a coffee cup. Sighing I threw my head back as a coffee cup was placed down in front of me.

"Thanks Maia," I stated to the girl stood in front of me. She offered me a small smile before walking away and sticking her hand behind her back leaving out her pinkie finger, silently signalling to me the news I always dread to hear.

Jace Wayland had just entered Taki's.

Silently I slid further into my booth; down in my seat put my ear buds in and pulled the hood of my green khaki coat over my head. I tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear hiding the obvious glimpses of red as the lyrics to Break Your Little Heart by All Time Low blurted loudly in my ear.

Wide awake, my mistake, so predictable

You were fake; I was great, nothing personal

It seemed uncannily like I was trying to relate to the song; after all I did download this track for that purpose.

You talk for hours but you're wasting lines

A pretty face but the chase ain't worth the prize

I remember how he used to be with me. We would laugh, probably at something he said before he pulled me close to him. Smiling I closed my eyes and breathed deep almost smelling the familiar lemon sunshine scent that followed him around.

Don't be so sentimental, no

This is love is accidental, so

Give it up, this was never meant to be

More than a memory for you

I remember when I caught him with her in his room. I just came to give him back his t-shirt. Seeing her pressed against the wall his lips against her throat, made me want to be sick. I remember dropping his t-shirt on the floor I bolted.

The next day I remember him coming up to me in the hallway wrapping his arms around me and I just couldn't do it. I remember pushing his arms from around me and walking off in a random direction. I remember looking back around at his stricken expression. I remember at lunch telling him I saw him, seeing his face fall as I slowly walked backwards and the full on bolted all the way home, crying into my pillow. I remember the next day he wouldn't talk to me. I remember when he started dating lots of girls. I remember why he turned out like this. I remember that it was my fault he was like this, my fault that he picked on me – NO MIND SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

I wasn't my fault it was his for kissing that blonde bitch.

I draw in a shuddering breath and ripped my ear buds out of my ears. I could feel something warm roll down my cheek. Roughly I swiped away the tear pulled all my things up into my arms and started out towards the door. Unfortunately, this seemed to catch a certain someones attention – Jace.

"Where you going dwarf?" his voice floated towards me, I could already see the smirk. Without reacting I carried on towards the door my back now towards him and his entourage.

"It's rude to ignore people you know, dwarf," came an arrogant voice, "you know you look like a leprechaun – short, ginger and no boobs get it?" This time I did turn around.

"What," I stiffly replied "is your problem? At least my boobs are real which is more than I can say for plastic Barbie there" I said pointing at Kaelie.

"Hey who do you think you are bitch?!" she squealed in a high nasally voice. I scrunched up my face in mocked thinking.

"Hmm … well you of course dumbass!" I grin then waltz out the door without fault. Leaning against the door I let out a shaky breath run my hand through my hair and got shoved on the ground by the door flying open, my belongings strewn across the street.

"Oh it's you," I sneer at who else but Jace Wayland.

"Well who else did you think it was?" he says raising an eyebrow – damn it, seriously?

"Err I don't know maybe someone who isn't a complete ass," I again mock think.

"Well sorry to disappoint ginger" sneered Jace.

"You look thirsty, here Jonathon have the rest of my drink," I spit as he scowls at his name, before dumping the cold remnants of my coffee on his head and sprinting down the street.

"You should really think about things before you do them Fray," Jace shouted after me down the street "watch your back!" before he started to walk in the opposite direction.

Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding I went back to pick up my stuff then proceeded to what I assumed was to be my death; Isabelle's makeover tips for the date.

*3 Hours Later*

"Isabelle are you nearly done?" I whined.

"God Clary you're like an impatient child on a car journey," replied Isabelle slipping another grip into my hair.

"Well that's what I feel like – slightly sick and dizzy," I mumbled, earning a glare and a smack on the back of the head from Izzy, "Hey!"

Izzy shrugged, "Your fault."

I huffed as she said done and instantly stood up and paced a bit, trying to get some kind of feeling back into my dead legs.

Izzy finally pulled the black cloth that had been covering her mirror off in a swift showbiz like reveal. I gave her an odd look as she smiled cheesily and quite creepily back before I gazed into the mirror. My eyes widened in surprise at what Izzy had done.

I was wearing a pretty light green dress that flowed outward from my waist supported by a slim black belt. On my feet sat black wedges with a bow on the top. My eyes we coated in thick mascara and had eyeliner around the edges and my lips were coated in a thin layer of nude coloured gloss. Isabelle had added just the right amount of foundation to make it look quite natural. However my hair was styled into a cute French braid going from the left side of my head to the right and hanging forwards over my right shoulder. All in all I looked cute.

"And now," smiled Isabelle "we're going for a walk." My eyes widened, and then narrowed suspiciously.

"Where …?"

"Just around the house, see if you can walk in these."

"I can 'cos they're sort of flat Izz," I stated gesturing downwards. She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, come on." Izz opened the door just as Alec was walking past.

"Hey Izz, have you seen-" he stopped short noticing me. "Clary?" I offered a small wave. "Wow you look really um … yeah ... ugh …" I started to giggle tucked a stray curl behind my ear and gave Alec a hug.

"It's cute, am I right?" said Izzy to Alec.

"Yup," he said giving me a wink, "it's good to hear you laugh Clary especially after-"I slapped a hand over his mouth grimacing.

"Let's not talk about it Alec," I said, still grimacing. Alec offered a weak smile before saying to Izzy,

"I'm going out with Jace don't wait up," he stated, I winced.

"Kay, is he here?" Izz replied.

"Where else would I be?" Smirked the arrogant ass himself.

"In a ditch maybe?" I asked. As he noticed me his eyes widened slightly and grazed over what I was wearing before snapping back to my face.

"Now, now just 'cos you don't look pretty in anything you don't have to take it out on me," he said sticking his hands up in the universal sign of surrender.

You look beautiful Clary

I shuddered at the memory.

"I'm off Izz," I said, grabbing my phone, "I'll give you the dress back tomorrow."

"Keep it, it looks better on you".

Jace snorted, I flinched.

"Thanks Izz, oh by the way told I could walk in these shoes," I winked twirling in a circle then waltzing out of the door.

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