disclaimer: sadly I don't own the mortal instruments

It's amazing that I managed to avoid Jace all day yesterday but I have a feeling I won't be that lucky today. As I step out of Jon's car I feel a thousand pairs of eyes on me, almost more than yesterday, I look down at my shoes as i walk finding them more exciting then the sea of people in front of me, I walk to the front doors and freeze when i feel his gaze, my head snaps up green meets gold and I'm locked in an instant state of déjà vu.

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I push my way through the crowded hall, looking for Jace so I can tell him something because of course we're still kind of friends in seventh grade, I spot his blonde head so I try to run through the mass of people when a foot springs out and my face meets the tiled floor my forehead is aching and I can't seem to muster the strength to pull myself back up everyone's eyes are on me now and the laughter is echoing through the hall my eyes start to sting and I can feel tears slipping from my eyes, but as quick as I fell two strong hands lift me up of the ground back on my feet and as soon as green meets gold it's like we are the last people left on the planet just me and Jace

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I take his appearance in he looks the same but older he's easily six foot now, he's golden and perfect I remember when we were kids I would call him my angel I could laugh at the irony of that now because he's even better looking then I imagined but when I look back at his face and see the smirk playing on his lips and the girl hanging of his hips I take back whatever I said before about him he's an asshat and a player some things never change but I want nothing to do with now unlike how I used to think he'd come running back to me but he won't so i put on my big girl panties and walk away give up before he breaks me again because all that boy is to me is memories that need to be forgotten.

Later on I might realize that walking away wasn't the best idea considering that other than myself Jace is on of the most stubborn people I know, I walk into my first class sitting at the same empty desk I was assigned to yesterday though when I hear someone sit down next to me my heart rate speeds up a few notches, I turn and see who it is my heart stops entirely my glare turns icy

"I didn't quite catch your name when you were checking me out this morning red" he says cockily, phew he doesn't remember me but ugh does he have to be so, just ugh never mind I turn away from him an look at the front of the class I can feel him staring at me he won't talk now but I know he will eventually and when the bell rings I bolt out of class I can almost see my next class when a hand grabs my arm and drags me into a closet he shuts the door and I look down at the floor

"who the hell are you and why won't you speak to me?" he growls

"because you told me never to speak to you again" I whisper I can feel tears roll down my cheek as recognition flashes across his face.

"Clary?" He asks I look up at his face.

"oh shit don't cry" he try's to pull me into a hug but I back away.

"please don't tell me not to cry, please don't say there was a reason why, you don't know what I'm feeling or how much I hurt, the wet spots are from tears on the collar of this shirt, you think I should go on with life, forget about it and be strong but deep down I'm sad, and I don't want to go along, I don't expect you to understand why for no apparent reason I break down and start to cry, my life has changed forever, you see and that is why I'm not acting like the same ole me, so please don't try to act like nothing happened because it changed my life forever, I will never be the same again not today, not tomorrow, but never. The best thing you can do for me is just be there, just like always, my friend my broken heart is hurting bad and it will never mend." before I can see his reaction to my outburst I sprint out of the closet wiping away the tears that tear me apart.

In my next class I take a seat next to Simon and lay my head on the desk facing Simon, talking to Jace was like reopening wounds that never really healed.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Simon asks

"Jace" one word, one syllable and his mouth forms a silent o, he grabs my hand under the table and squeezes it reassuringly, this is what I missed about having friends the constant support no matter how stupid my actions are.

At lunch I get to meet Simons band, Eric, Matt, Kirk and Jordan and Jordan's girlfriend Maia who reminds me of a geeky version of Izzy, Izzy left her clique and is basically sitting on Simons lap looks very out of place here amongst all these geeks.

"Soo..." Says Maia trying to clear the little cloud of awkwardness surrounding this table.

"Clary, Herondale has been looking at you funny all lunch" I know I've caught him staring a few times.

"do you know him?" a million memories flash through my mind and I whisper

"_ _ _ not anymore" Izzy and Simon look at me solemnly. Then Jordan sensing our silent conversation pipes up.

"has anybody thought of a new name for the band?" All the boys and Maia start arguing, I silently thank Jordan. The rest of the day is a blur and I come home to find Jon and his friend Sebastian sprawled out on the couch playing some video game, so I run up to my room and shut the door. I scan my desk for my notepad and when I can't find it I open the drawer and see it lying there but on top of it is a picture of Jace with the corner of the photo burnt off.

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I run home from school in a blind rage, slamming my bedroom door and tearing all the photos off my wall and stopping at one in particular it was taken the day before Izzys pool party me and Jace were having a picnic in the park and he looked so happy he was practically glowing. I tore that picture off the wall and ran downstairs into the kitchen, holding the paper up with my thumb and index finger I set the corner ablaze watching the fire leap across the once perfect photograph I don't realize the burning sensation in my fingers until its too late shaking the photo to stop the burning I scream and drop the photo and hold my finger under cold water, feeling the hot tingling in my go away when it's diminished I slide to the cool tile floor, curl up in a ball and cuddle the burnt photograph to my heart feeling the fat, ugly tears roll down my face.

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That was the first time I cried because of Jace but definitely not the last.

I'm sorry for making you guys wait for Clace yumminess I'm trying to make some of the flashbacks fluffy but don't you worry good things come to those who do the wave luv ya all keep reading and if anyone has any ideas for the story PM me or review. Questions, comments, concerns, constructive critism well you know where to find me. So until the next chapter later oh and a little rule, guideline thingy for me the. More reviews the quicker I post so press that button right there