Chapter 3

Hope you will like this chapter. I have a surprise in it. Am I the only one hating homework'sright now? Read A/N below.

( Clary´s POV )

Monday

My week of the world tour begin today. Sleep until 10 am check. Breakfast check. Change to training clothes check. Go to gym check. Train in the gym in progress.

I was in the gym and training. I had been here for two hours so I was soon done. About 30 minutes later I was out of gym and on my way home. I just hope no paparazzi will see me, they are worse than demons with all the questions and cameras.

I take out my key to my apartment and open up the door. The clock is 1 pm so I begin to cook some food. I choose to do some homemade pizza. It took me one hour to do the pizza.

After I ate I sat down in my sofa and chose to watch Frozen. I just love that movie. Elsa is so beautiful and Olaf is just so cute. I cried in the end of the movie.

Tuesday

I guess I fell asleep after the movie. I´m just so tired after four months of the world tour.

I´m sitting in my sofa 4 am in the morning thinking about my life before "it" happened. I was so happy and free. I suddenly think of something, about what I said to Jace: you will never see me again and I have an idea to a song. I´m gonna call it "We are never ever getting back together". I sat in the sofa for 4 hours to get the song done. All that I need now is the background music. I know I should´t work on my vacation, but I know this song can be really good.

I take the taxi to the record studio. I pay the taxi driver and walk up to the door. I take out the key and open the door. I walk straight to the record part and begin to work on the background music. While I work I order some coffee from a coffee shop nearby which do home delivery. I suddenly hear the doorbell ring. I walk to the door and open.

"You have order a big black coffee from the coffee shop"

"Oh, yes. How much is it?"

"5 dollar and 2 dollar for the home delivery, so totally 7 dollars"

"Here you are"

"Thank you and are you possible the famous singer Angel?"

"Yes"

"Can I have your autograph please?"

"Here you are"

"Thank you and have a good afternoon"

"You too, bye"

"Bye" he said and walked away.

I close the door and go in. I sit down in the chair behind the desk. I begin to drink the coffee and find myself watch the clock. The clock is 17.59. I had been here for more than 8 hours. Oh my god! I have a problem with time. Nooooo! I have a new idea for a song. Name "Problem", reason I got the idea problem with clocks and Jace. I hate him. Plus he wouldn´t recognise me if he saw me now.

I´m about 5.5 ft, I have more female body parts (at least bigger), I have changed my style for example I have black highlights in my hair and have changed my name to Angel. With other worlds he wouldn´t recognize me. Now I´m feeling more happy and begin with my new song "Problem". I sit in the chair for more hours. I actually don´t know how long and find myself become more and more tired.

Wednesday

I wake up to the sound of my iPhone ringing.

"Who is it" I say with a sleepy voice.

"It´s Jessica your best friend and manager" Jessica answered,

"Sorry, I just woke up"

"What! You don´t wake up 2 pm."

"Is the clock so much" I say and almost fell asleep again.

"Anybody there?"

"Sorry, I´m just so tired."

"Why?!"

"Because I wrote two songs yesterday"

"It´s your week of"

"I know, but I got two awesome ideas and began two write.."

"Clary where are you?"

"At the record studio" I say with an ashamed voice.

"Clary! That´s it I´m coming and get you" Jessica say, almost screamed.

"No need, I´m going home"

"No young lady, I know that you just gonna go to sleep again" Jessica say with her motherly voice.

"Okay, Jessica"

"See you soon, Clary"

"Bye" I say and hung up.

I am suddenly in a hurry. The studio is a mess. Jessica hates messes. I have to clean. I hate cleaning. First fix all the papers in right place, second clean the floor and last fix all the things in right places. Finally, I am done. Ding-dong. Jessica must be here. I walk to the door and open.

"Hello, Angel"

"Jessica, come in"

"Thank you"

I lead Jessica to the record room.

"Clary, can I hear your two new songs?"

"Yes, sure" I say and put in the USB in the computer and put in the keyword. I start the music and it play about 7 minutes.

"What do you think?"

"The songs are awesome"

"Glad you liked them, they took me 23 hours"

"OMG, Clary when did you begin with them?"

"4 Am yesterday"

"And when did you finish?"

"3.30 Am this morning"

"Clary, this is your week of and you need to sleep"

"I know"

"Come here young lady, you will follow me out to my car and jump in. I´m gonna drive you to your apartment and then you will go to bed an have a good sleep. Tomorrow you and I will buy you a car."

"Yes, mom"

"Clary, I´m not your mother. I´m 400 years, that´s old enough to be your moms grandmothers grandmother and a few generations more."

"Okay, mom"

"Good night, sweetheart"

Jessica´s car smells nice. I am slowly(fast) drifting into a deep sleep.

( Jessicas POV )

Clary has had four stressful months of the world tour. Me too but not so much stress. Now Clary has been wake for 23 hours to write two songs. I am a bit mad at her. The songs are really good but I wish she didn´t need to write them on her vacation. Right now she is sleeping like a little child in the backseat.

She has not have an easy life. First family, Valentine and the shadowworld(lies with other words) and later on in her life the brake up with the a-hole Jace. He´s so stupid, he had Clary a sweet, beautiful smart girl and he ruined it. Next time I see him I gonna give a spell he won´t forget.

It was so cute when she called me "mom". Sometimes I feel like a mother to her. If I told that sometime to Jocelyn she would probably kill me.

I still remember the first time I met Clary. She saw tired out and sad, but behind that I saw once that Clary who had been a wonderful girl, a spirit fire too. Today she is a beautiful, sexy, wonderful, smart, independent and confident woman.

I can´t believe she´s will turn 22 next month. I´m gonna throw a surprise party. I love good parties. I know Clary hate surprises, but I hope she´ll like it.

The only cities left is Miami and New York. The last on in New York will be the biggest concert of them all. I think Clary will add her two new songs into the show. I think actually the songs is about Jace. "We are never getting back together" is a good name for the Clace situation.

I just hope her old friends won´t come to the concert. It would just be messed up for Clary. She is finally truly happy in her life. I don´t want them to ruin it, even if I want her old friends back with her. The one person I really don´t want to be there is Jace. If Jace is there he has to say why he cheated on Clary, but I do not want them back together. He has hurt her to- much.

Whatever tomorrow will be a girls-day out with shopping and to buy Clary a car. She is always taking the taxi, it´s driving me crazy. She needs to be an independent woman.

My car drives in the garage and stops. I quietly open the backdoor and carry Clary in to her house. I carry her upstairs to her bedroom, it´s really beautiful.

The walls are painted like the skyline of New York. Clary have a king size bed with black covers and green pillows.

I slowly lay Clary in her bed. I´ll stay in her house to watch out for her. Sometimes she is a troublemaker. Once we had a prank war. It ended up that she won. She dyed my beautiful hair brown. I´m will not say this to her but if my hair wasn´t green I would like to have it brown.

I sit down in the sofa and find myself falling asleep. My only thought "Whatever, Clary will sleep like a little child until the morning. I can take a little break"

A/N: Hope you liked my surprise Jessicas POV. This is my longest chapter yet. From the beginning I thought I only would write about 800-1000 words but I find this story easy to write. So more for you to read dear readers.

We are never ever getting back together belong to the amazing Taylor Swift.

"Problem" belong to Ariana Grande.

I like school but homework's sucks anyone else out there who thinks like me?