Paparazzi

chapter 7 - Trying to Forget

A/n: This chapter is kind of short also. This is kind of a filler chapter though. So, I have a question. I know how betas work but, how do I get or be one? Anyway, this was written and supposed to be posted on Sunday but ffnet didn't work for whatever reason and I couldn't upload anything. Does anyone else watch Gossip Girl and is really sad that season 5 starts in fall? I am. So far I know 3 CW shows are ending in the same week. Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill (finale today), and Hellcats(finale also today). Weird. That was totally random so on with the story.

P.S I'll probably say this every chapter but... Thanks for all the reviews!

P.P.S I luv the quote used for this chapter even though it was a pain in the butt bolding the selected words. :)

Disclamer: I forgot to put this the last few chapters but here goes. I own TMI...in my dreams.

Love= we think about it, dream about it, lose sleep worrying about it, when we don't have it we search for it and when we discover it we don't know what to do with it, we fear losing it. It is our source of pleasure and pain but we can't predict which it will be from one moment to the next. It's a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and... impossible to live without. :)

Clary's POV

I had the same dream. This time, it skipped the part when it was somewhat peaceful. It blurred completely until he turned his back. I couldn't help but call to him again, like the night before, and again he didn't turn. I woke up gasping with tears in my eyes. Again. It has been a week of having this dream every night. A week since I had seen Jace, in person. A week since this nightmare had started. Being alone in my room brang back memories, the view, the night on the beach, and our kiss. And once these came into mind, the day at the park appeared in my head. School wasn't much better.

"Hey Clary," Isabelle attempted to try being cheerful.

"Hey," I said opposite of Isabelle's cheerfulness. Before either one of us could say anything else, Bri came smiling, not sensing anything was wrong.

"Hey Bri," Isabelle said with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Bri questioned sensing my mood.

"Nothing," I said with a slight smile. Isabelle gave me a look to say when are we telling her?. I shrugged and walked off to class.

Ever since last week I've been trying to find that place that Jace had taken me. I felt like something was pulling me there, like I was supposed to go there. It would be hard trying to find it just driving around , but I wasn't giving up. I knew I probably wanted to go there because of it's connection to Jace, but it was a good place to think. To think about my life. To think if I had made the right decision.

My mom had not yet bought me a car and I was saving up for one. Borrowing Isabelle's seemed like the best way to go. She didn't ask why though, and even I wasn't sure. Was I supposed to tell her that I'm borrowing her car to find the place her brother/my ex brought me?

I pulled out my phone from my pocket. No messages; no missed calls. I sighed and scrolled down the abnormally small list of contacts. I wasn't exactly the most popular person.

Isabelle

Mom

Luke (my stepfather)

Bri

Jace

I stopped at the last name. I had the urge to press the was just a phone call away.

You broke up with him yourself. I told myself. I put my phone back in my pocket and continued driving.

Jace's POV (day before Clary)

I was walking quickly to towards my dressing room to get ready, when I was stopped by the director. I looked at his name tag. Mike Johanson. Hmm, his name sounded familiar.

"We're going to the local cafe and I want you and Aline to act like a couple." He demanded.

"Why?" I asked confused.

"To promote the movie of course, viewers will be more eager to see it if you weren't biting each other's head off in real life."

"But-" I started.

"No buts, from now on you and Ms. Penhallow will be hollywood's happiest couple until the movie premiers. Then you can do whatever you like. I don't care. " He said sternly. I sighed. The old me would have exploded in front of the director but that would just be going back to my old ways. What would Clary think of this? She'd probably think I was over her and with Aline just days after breaking up. Clary was always on my mind. Everything I did, everything I said, I always considered her . She was always on my mind. I realized the director was waiting for me to say something. I sighed and nodded heading off to my dressing room.

Clary's POV (back to a day after Jace's POV)

After about 30 minutes of driving, I headed into a secluded forest. I kept going further and further and after 5 minutes I saw a clearing , I stepped on the gas pedal harder. I gasped when I saw the view. This was it. It was even more extraordinary than I remembered. I looked out to the city and thought of Jace. I remembered our conversation. He really changed. He was human with me. Not the cold hearted person he was before. This place brang back memories. Good memories.

I spent about 2 hours there, sitting, listening to music, and thinking. Then I headed home feeling content.

A few blocks away from my house, I stopped at a local Starbucks. I paid the cashier and took my coffee getting ready to head out to the car when a magazine on the rack caught my eye. Jace Lightwood and Aline Penhallow; Hollywood's newest couple. I stared at it frozen. It took me a few seconds to unfreeze and take a closer look. There were 3 pictures. One where Aline was giving Jace a kiss on the cheek, another where they were holding hands, and the last where Aline's head was resting on Jace's shoulder. I didn't move, just stared at the pictures with my mouth hanging open. A girl about the same age as me walked over.

"It's too bad isn't it. Jace Lightwood taken again. Good attitude too now. But don't take it too hard. Every other girl in the country's just as dissappointed." She said not knowing truely how this affected me. All I could manage to do was nod and run out of the shop. I knew she was just trying to comfort me, but I was too shocked to remain polite.

Once I got home, I didn't bother to say hi to my mom or Luke. I just ran up and slammed the door.