You know that maths test I told you about? The one with the 92%? Yea... apparently I shouldn't have celebrated because now I jinxed by whole maths report! I got a medium on maths! That's just... –sigh-. Oh well I guess I'll do better this term. And sorry this is very late because... well I was pretty much too depressed over my reports to write (haha). So ummm let me just start by thanking people who reviewed. To...

Secretshadow: lol! Me too! I would've given him hell.

Skye Burnz: Yea yea shhh don't tell anyone....

Mommymac0508: ok. Thanks for the advice! I do realize that it wasn't quite detailed....

Leopardeyes: Tsk tsk... he really shouldn't have yelled at her... sorry for the long wait 

Midnight-rambler: muhahaha sorry I just felt like doing the evil laugh thing.

Aquamysticrambler: Well then I hope you'd like this chapter cuz in this one Jace thinks differently and acts differently.... hope I didn't ruin the story for you –nervous laugh-

Dinamart95: glad you like it! Yey!.... I do realize that it's been quite a while since you reviewed and told me u were happy and I sound a bit preppy right now.... –sigh- but ur probably not happy today and if you aren't sorry about the chatterboxness.... :P

Nononono: (see after the chap)

----on with the story---

"Aggghhhh!" Isabelle shrieked as an unfamiliar old man appeared by her windowsill completely out of the blue.

Just a few seconds ago, she had been wrapped in her own little world in the arms of the one person she never thought she would fall for.

"Who the hell are you?" Simon asked.

The still unidentified intruder just chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry about the interruption of your little fun but mind you I have something important to say.

Izzy just scoffed and jumped to land a roundhouse kick at his chest but was shocked when she found herself going straight through as if the man was just an illusion.

"I am." Great. Just what I needed to start my day. A mind reader.

"Well it is one of my many talents but it wouldn't stop there. Not by a long shot."

The door suddenly slammed wide open and in came Clary with an ancient dagger in one hand and her stele in the other. "What the hell is going on?!" she asked but when she saw Ragnor Fell she stopped, intuition kicking in and judging quickly that there was no real threat. "I remember you."

The man she called Ragnor Fell turned to look at her. "Really? Well that's surprising since you were about five when you last saw me. Well anyway I won't be staying long here. I just wanted to tell you something Clary."

"Then why in the world did you decide to pop by my room?" Isabelle interrupted, clearly irritated.

"Because it's the only place I quite remember in this house. An old man with an old mind should be given some slack don't you think. Now anyway I'm in a bit of a hurry so everyone shut up and Clary listen closely. In the south borderline of Idris there's a river. There you will find a small cave by the clearing. Your mother would surely be inside. Yes, I pulled a few strings and found out Valentine's hideout no need to thank me now make sure you-" Ragnor Fell was abruptly interrupted when his hologram spell stopped working.

Clary was just standing there shocked at what she heard. Just like that? It couldn't be that easy could it? Her better judgement prickled to warn her that this was a trap but the bigger side of her mind decided to go anyway. Who cares if it ended up being a trap? At the end of the day, it was her mother she was talking about here and she would do absolutely anything to get her back. Now there is an opportunity she would take it. No matter the risks.

Simon watched as Clary went off the door in haste and go downstairs. He turned to Izzy. "Well I don't think she even noticed I was here." He said, disappointment and relief edging in his clipped tone.

Isabelle just smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist again, making Simon forget just what he was upset about. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she asked innocently raising both her brows in question.

Simon, not even understanding the question, suddenly lifted her and carried her to the bed again muttering a quick 'I don't know'.

It wasn't a lie. He really didn't know.

Jace had come to a conclusion last night. He had done some thinking – it was all he could do since he couldn't get himself to sleep a wink- and he realized he wasn't going to let Clary go. Ever. No matter what she does to throw him off. He loved her. He needed her and he knew he was being selfish but he didn't care. To hell with 'If you love her, let her go.' Jace didn't believe in that anymore. It was a complete load of crap. How could he let Clary go? It kills him even when she's not in the same room as him. So to hell with being selfless; it wasn't that much fun anyway.

Walking out of bed, he went to the bathroom mirror to check how he looked. Yes that's what Clary does to him. She just makes him go against his nature and actually check if he looked acceptable enough to go outside.

He scoffed. What was he thinking? Of course he looked fine. He looked more than fine with his dark eyes looking all tired from lack of sleep and his hair all messed up from turning and tossing... oh god he is in serious need of a comb.

Jace ran out the hallway to ask Izzy for one and banged right into someone. Smooth Jace... He looked down to see Clary look at him with worried eyes. He searched her face, concerned she wasn't okay. "Are you okay? Sorry I didn't look where I was going."

"It's okay." She replied offhandedly as she went downstairs. He followed her as she went to the kitchen and searched the cupboards, obviously for something quick.

"Are you going somewhere?"

When she didn't reply, Jace cornered her in the sink pressing his body close to hers. Too close for comfort so he could get her attention. Besides, it's also quite nice.

And got her attention was exactly what it did as Clary pushed off a smirking Jace with a startled glare. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to get your attention. It worked too. Also I wanted to do this." Jace replied and placed a quick, chaste kiss to her lips.

In that short moment Clary's eyes had closed. When she opened them, a clear reflection of love and longing could be seen from her eyes but she quickly covered it with an icy glare. "What was that for? Already cheating on Aline, Jace?"

Jace didn't even flinch. She was definitely jealous! He thought his Aline plan was backfiring but it obviously was working very well. He smiledand decided to taunt her. "I'm just trying to finish off what we started last night..." He moved closer to her to physically prove his point but Clary was quick to her feet.

"I can't remember anything from last night."

Jace looked at her eyes, disappointed, but she wasn't meeting his gaze. She knew that if she did look at him, all hell would break loose. He would know she was lying and then there would be no backing out.

Gaining his composure, he asked, "Where are you going?"

"To find my mother."

And with that she left the front door but not without Jace trailing behind her back. Clary sighed and fixed his gaze on Jace. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Following you."

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just feel like following you."

"Well I don't want you following me okay?"

"Why?"

"Because I can't."

"Why not?" Jace asked yet again, determined to make her snap.

"Ugghh! Forget this. I'm going." And make her snap was exactly what he did.

Jace was about to follow when Magnus Bane looked him in the eye from the front porch. "She does remember Jace. Faerie ecstasy never makes you forget. She remembers every, single detail. As I'm sure you do." He chuckled.

He nodded and smiled goofily like a complete idiot. He walked right behind Clary again and not once did he take his eyes off her retreating figure. To anyone who happens to see he was a lovesick boy with a crush.

Well, they're right but still completely wrong. He doesn't just have some silly crush.

He was completely, crazily, and hopelessly in love.

----and it ends here----

I'm sorry if that ruined the story... Would you guys have wanted a more self-hating Jace or this Jace because I wasn't feeling resentful today so.... anyway to that person who pissed me off by writing this comment...:

nononono

ok first of all bella forgave edward because she cannot LIVE without him!and she wasnt all ok fine i forgive you, it took her some time to finally trust him again. if you were put in the situation like this, wouldnt you do anything to keep your love with you? and we all know how edward is, he didnt leave bella to torture her or himself, he did it fo HER! ok now that thats all cleared up, clary didnt forgive jace immeadiately either! she threw the plates at him remember? and tried to punch him. did you even read the books? and sorry if im being rude im really not trying to be, but youve got it all wrong. and it ** me off when people blame edward. well i blame him too but he didnt mean to HURT anyone! he did it because he loves her! and it was stupid! everyone knows it was stupid even he knows that, but if she hadnt forgiven him she would end up with jacob *ew!*
anyway just saying. but good story though :)

.hell

Okay I'm sorry but I have to write this. I accept criticism. I even like criticism. What I don't like is being judged about these kinds of things.

I realize that you are a fan of twilight- Edward particularly- okay?

I've been there. In a way, I still am. I like Edward. But I stand for my opinion on this one that Edward was wrong when he left Bella. And anyway, that wasn't really the point of this story. That was just an example I made. Just making an observation there.

Here's the part that really got me mad. You questioned me if I even read the books. And it wasn't even in a nice way. Isn't the point of fanfiction making my own plot? Can I not write about this if I'm not following the book?

The Jacob comment was just purely immature; and having this said by a 14 year old says a lot. Come on! You know there might be Jacob fans reading this story, why even put that in?

And finally, you recoiled at the end. That just made me even madder because you know what? You can't just start an argument like that, so passionately, and then compliment me in the end. Compliments don't follow insults. If you don't really agree that Clary needs to be more feisty, why are you even reading this story?

P.S: To all of you, who read that whole thing even if you're not the reviewer I was talking to (get a life! ;P) you probably think I'm being mean and irrational. But is it really irrational to put my foot down when someone says these things to me?

I don't think so.