Oh god... it's been what a week? So sorry guys. I just had a stupid trig test and fortunately that went well. (As it should have because I put in a lot of time studying for it... something I don't normally do . How's 92% Is that good enough? :P). But now I AM updating, I just wanted to thank people who reviewed first hand:

Dinamart95: Hell yea... read for yourself!

Leopardeyes: I know yea! But don't worry I'm going to make him do more in this chapter.

Julia: Yep. I will. After all, that's the whole point of this story isn't it? Make Jace jealous as hell...

Mommymac0508: thanks

C.C Little: Thanks for the enthusiasm... made me feel happy when I was bored! Well obviously I didn't get to update as soon as I planned (explanation as above)... promise it won't happen again since it's the holidays :P

Aquamysticwriter: Yes I love them together too! Don't worry they are SO gonna end up together

Skye Burnz: well since u put 'la di dada' at the start, I assume you're mocking me huh? ;)

What story will I fall into: Me too! I mean she couldn't even hold a knife in CoA! That's so girlish!

Magic notrum: That he is...

Mwah: sure thing!

Story Starts Now............................................................................

Jace couldn't believe what he was feeling. He has never felt like this before. Never in his entire life has he felt so pathetic. He was jealous for god's sakes! Him! Jealous! To anyone who knew him well, they'd know that those two words is an impossible combination. Up until now, that feeling was alien to him. Something unknown. Now that he's feeling it he was sure it was something he did NOT want to experience.

It was like this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Turning, tossing, never settling down long enough for him to take a proper breath. How could she have danced with that guy? They were standing so close! Did she like him?

Ugghh!! Jace screamed in frustration and kicked the foot of his bed.

Bad idea.

As his foot made connection with the steel-like oak base, he felt every single feeling he defied to feel. Pain. Anger. Agony. Guilt. And worse of all, regret. Why did he kick the bed anyway? That was stupidity at its peak. What was the point of lying to himself that he could live with himself kicking away the most important thing to him. He was lying to himself thinking he could sit back while the reason for his existence hated him.

He groaned inwardly. He wasn't even sure what he was thinking about anymore. He remembered thinking about the bed. Then it got to the point where he was saying something about the reason for his existence. He sure hoped he wasn't thinking about the bed when that came across his mind. What kind of psycho would even think like that?

His whirling thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Good. He didn't want to go back to thinking about things he couldn't even comprehend.

"Come in."

Isabelle poked her head inside the door, a calm expression on her face. "She's awake."

Jace jumped of his feet and raced through the room where Clary was staying. An hour ago, he brought her there and just stared at her like a moron. Stared at the face of an angel. Stared at the angel he lost. Until he was shooed away by a very insisting warlock.

Now he stood in front of the door and as he motioned to open it, Magnus Bane, almost appearing out of nowhere, placed his hand on his shoulder.

"That thing she drank was faerie ecstasy. If you didn't bring her to back in time, she would have... well stripped in front of the whole club, sang Britney Spears on stage, gave everyone a lapdance, grabbed-"

"Okay, okay, I get it. How is she now?"

"...She's still a little... crazy. I gave her a bit of valium to tire her out."

"You gave her valium?" Jace asked incredulously. "What if she-"

After seeing Magnus' glare, jace retreated to, "I mean thank you."

Magnus just smiled and said, "Don't let her go, Jace. You'll regret it."

I already do... he was tempted to say. Instead he just nodded and went inside.

Clary was there clutching her head as if in daze. Hearing the door close, she groaned at the sound. "Jace? Is that you?"

"Yes." Jace came closer and she smiled.

She stood up. Or at least tried to, until she fell. Jace, quick on his feet, caught her.

"Woah... careful there. You're gonna hurt yourself."

But Clary wasn't listening. Instead, she abruptly pulled his head toward hers and kissed him. Hard. Jace couldn't move. He kept dreaming about this ever since... well ever since. Now it was happening, he cursed himself that it's happening under the influence of some drug.

This had to stop. But he couldn't bring himself to push her away. To him, that was suicide. So he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. Clary wove her fingers on his hair then slid her hand on the back of his neck. Jace placed both his hands on her waist and without breaking the kiss, carried her carefully towards the bed. He gathered everything he had to stop but he couldn't. He was weak. He needed her and she wasn't doing much to help him stop either. Her hands have now found her way under his shirt and was tracing random patterns on his chest.

Jace now removed his lips from hers and Clary let out a cry of protest. He moved on to her neck and couldn't believe how much he wanted that moment to last. She was exquisite and it felt so right. But alas, all good things come to an end as she reluctantly pulled him away and turned him to face her.

He looked into her eyes and felt overwhelmed. Her eyes were full of love. Love he didn't deserve and he hated himself for being so pathetic to want it anyway.

Then she said it. The words that brought both a smile and a frown to his face.

"I love you, Jace."

He stood up, speechless. He felt so happy and damned. She loved him! She was his sister! He hated his life. Hated this situation.

Jace simply watched as Clary fell back to bed and fell into a deep slumber, the magic of valium finally taking effect.

To say that he hated himself was an understatement. He had been so willing to take her. His sister! He really is a monster.

As he walked back to his room, he silently thanked and cursed the gods at the same time for letting her sleep on him. He fell back to his own bed feeling both content and pained at the same time.

Truly, love is undefinable. It's a whirlwind of emotions mixed together. And it's making Jace insane. What kind of psycho feels happy, sad, angry, and satisfied all at once?