A./N. Wow! Thank you all for your reviews, follows, favorites, and views! 2,135 views! That's awesome! I can't believe how many there are! It's crazy to me to see people actually liking my writing! Anyways, I hope y'all liked the cliffie I left you on (insert evil laugh) and now here's chapter nine!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. The rest goes to the fantabulous Cassandra Clare.

Jace p.o.v.

It's been a week since Clary and I, you know, slept together. We've still been hanging out, but I'm sure she can tell as well that there's something holding me back.

We only told Izzy, because we knew we could trust her. We didn't waste any time, aside from getting dressed. Then we brought her to my room and told her. And then I got a mark on my cheek just the size and shape of Izzy's hand.

She yelled at me for taking advantage of Clary; then Clary interjected that I didn't. I'm sure Izzy still blames me for it; hell, I blame me for it. If I had been sober, we never would have been wondering whether or not I was smart enough to wear a condom.

I mean, let's face it, I'm not a virgin. I might only be sixteen, but I'm not a virgin.

Clary, on the other hand, was. Which makes me feel horrible that I A, took her virginity, and B, was drunk while I did. She hasn't said anything about it, but I know it's on her mind.

Now Clary's been so preoccupied that she hasn't made me spill my guts about my past, which I'm not protesting to. Only the Lightwoods know about my past, and I want to keep it that way.

School is tomorrow, and I haven't been able to work on any of my weekend homework considering I'm freaking out at the fact that Clary might be pregnant.

She's coming over today, so that she can help me "study" for our test in English, but I'm pretty sure there isn't going to be any studying.

My phone beeps on my night stand, telling me I have a text.

Good news, I'm not pregnant. We can relax.

I breathe out a sigh of relief after reading the text from Clary. I reply back while flipping onto my stomach on my bed.

Thank God. If you had been I don't know what I would have done, I'm NOT ready to be a father, not now.

She replies back within seconds.

I know how you feel, I have no idea how I would have told my parents, much less what the school would have done.

We text for about half an hour until she says she has to go. She's coming around one, and it's eleven right now, so I have two hours until then.

I decide a nap sounds perfect right now, so I put my phone on my night stand, and instantly fall asleep once my head hits the pillow.

Clary p.o.v.

Now most girls hate getting their period; I for one couldn't be happier that I got mine.

Knowing I'm not going to be like those girls on "16 and Pregnant", or "Teen Mom", makes me ecstatic.

If I had been pregnant, there's no way I would have been able to A, get an abortion or B, give it up for adoption.

I have nothing against either; I just wouldn't have been able to.

It's around eleven when Jace and I stop texting, and I decide I need some alone time with my sketchbook.

I've been drawing Jace more and more these days, and I've also been thinking less about the fire. It's like since Jace and I became whatever we are, he's been taking the bad out of my life, replacing it with joy.

That reminds me, today I'm going to grill him on his family and past, like I promised I would, then totally forgot about with the whole pregnancy scare thing.

I grab my colored pencils and my sketchbook, sitting on my bed, and start to draw. I get into the zone, not realizing how long I was drawing for until I look at the clock.

12:40

Shit.

I look down to see that drawing that I've actually completed, and of course, it's Jace again. I close my sketchbook and grab my stuff before saying a quick goodbye to my parents and heading out to my car.

I get to the Lightwoods house right on time, and don't bother with knocking, knowing by now there isn't a point.

Izzy Is most likely doing illicit things with Simon in her room, and Alec has been sneaking out at night more and more to see Magnus, which is what he was doing last weekend. So I'm probably fine.

I head right inside, not bothering with being quiet; it's one in the afternoon.

I head up the stairs and down the hall to Jace's room. Now is where I'm quiet.

I open the door slowly and softly, to see he's passed out on his bed. Face down on top of his covers.

I put my stuff on his desk then tip toe over to his bed. As quietly and as softly as I can, I get on the bed, leaning over him. This is the part where I have fun.

I start lightly tickling his sides, which I've learned from Izzy is the best way to disable him.

He starts to stir then jerks awake, flipping onto his back and rolling me so I'm under him.

His face shows surprise and playful anger. He grins evilly when he sees it's me.

"Jace… Don't you dare… Jace!" I say, getting scared by what I know is coming next.

Jace p.o.v.

To say that I was surprised is an understatement. Izzy was going to pay for telling Clary how ticklish I am.

I didn't realize how long I slept until my sides were tickling and I felt someone on the bed. My instincts took over and I flipped around, and rolled over; surprised to see a little red head beneath me.

She must have noticed the shock on my face because for a second she looked triumphant, then my face changed and she knew what was next.

I started tickling her all over, pinning her with my body so she couldn't escape. She was crying from laughing so hard, so I stopped, but before she could recover I kissed her.

She stiffened from surprise for a second, and then relaxed. I knew not much studying would come from this, but I didn't need to study anyways, I never do.

She pushed on my and I let her move me, rolling me back onto my back so she was straddling my hips. I made a noise of appreciation and grabbed her hips with my hands.

Then, quick as lightning, she jumped off me and the bed, mischief covering her face.

I knew that she could see the shock on my face, and before I could ask her what she was doing she said,

"If you want to get any farther, you're going to have to catch me first." She smiled evilly then flew out of the room, leaving me startled and frustrated.

I knew we basically had the house to ourselves, so I ran after her, not thinking about how fast she actually is, with her being so small. I'm a whole foot taller than her.

She was already to the stairs when I got out of the room, and heading down the hallway to the other guest rooms and basement when I was down them.

A flash of red was the only thing telling me where she was. I saw the basement door slam shut and knew she went down there.

I ran to it and flew down the stairs, not expecting to then have someone jump on my back, and cover my eyes.

"Now, unless you want to walk into a wall, do exactly as I say." She whispered in my ear.

I made a noise of protest and she just made and "ah ah ah" noise, warning me.

She instructed me until we got into the middle of the room; the she crawled like a koala to the front of me, and told me to sit. Then I was allowed to open my eyes.

I noticed we were in the basement, on one of the couches. I also had a Clary sitting on my lap.

Then nothing else mattered because we were kissing again, and I moved so she was on her back and I was over her again.

Her legs wrapped around my hips, bringing me closer to her, and her arms went around my neck while my hands roamed her body. She moved her hands and started running her nails up and down my back.

Our mouths were warring for dominance when we heard someone clearing their throat, trying to get our attention.

I ignore it until they do it again, knowing that whoever it is won't leave until they get what they want, so I break off and look over the back of the couch to see Izzy, Rat-Face, Alec, and Magnus, all looking at us with amused and annoyed expressions.

"Not that I really care what you two do in your spare time, or want to know, but could you at least take it somewhere that isn't for everyone, thanks." Izzy says, slightly annoyed at our public PDA.

She smiles in a way I know will make me regret her existence.

"Just because you two aren't worried about what happened at the party anymore, doesn't mean we should have to see how you celebrate."

All of our mouths, except for Izzy's, drop to the floor.

Clary makes a noise, and I just pick her up, turning her so she's on my back, and say, "Well maybe if we weren't so worried about having to hear you and Simon moaning from your room, we wouldn't be in the basement."

She just opens her mouth and gapes at me while Simon freezes.

I look behind me before we go up the stairs to see Magnus talking quietly to Alec whose face is in his hands. Simon and Izzy are still how they were when we left them.

I can feel Clary laughing on my back and can't help but laugh along with her, knowing Izzy is going to have a lot to say later.

A./N. Ta-dah! I can't help but be sassy while writing this; I'm a very sassy person in real life so it transpires into my writing.

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Mari