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Previously:

"Clary," in a single second, his voice grew extremely serious, "honestly, do you... do you like me that way?"

"No." The word flew out of my mouth without me thinking, and I wanted to take it back so bad, but I couldn't speak anymore.

"Good." Jace spoke. Well, Ouch. Tears immediately began to well up in my eyes, but I bit them back. It felt like I'd been stabbed.

"Why?" I have no idea how that word came out in a normal tone, but thank the heavens it did.

"Because I'm sending you home this week, Clare Bear."

"Wait what?" the words flew out of my mouth. He couldn't be serious, could he?

"Why?" I clenched my teeth to hold back sobs, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all." Jace looked away from me, "It's just that I really like all of the girls here, and I don't think I can send any of them home yet."

"You're lying." It wasn't a question, I knew it without a doubt, "So why are you sending me home?"

"I told you why." He protested feebly, his back still to me, "I'm not lying." Now the sadness was slowly turning into anger.

"Jace," my voice was a low growl, "I have known you all your damn life. I know when you're lying, so tell me the truth."

"Drop it."

"Tell me."

"I said drop it, Clary."

"And I said-"

"FINE!" He whipped to face me, grabbing my shoulders, "Do you really want to know?!" There seemed to be a fire in his irises, but, after a hard swallow, I still nodded.

"You have no idea what it's like." He hissed, so close that I could feel his breath on my lips, "Every single day, I have to be around girls. I have to take them on dates, and act like I'm gonna fall in love with them when, frankly, I don't even like some of them that way. But I still have to take them on these amazingly romantic dates, and say these amazingly cheesy things, when the person I want to say them to isn't even there. You don't know how it feels to know that the one person you want to be sitting across from you only wants to be friends. You don't know what it feels like to want the one person you can't have. And that, Clarissa Adele Fray, is why I'm sending you home." For a second, we stared at each other, locked in that position. Then, of all the emotions, anger won out in my mind.

"Don't know what it feels like?" I let out a dry laugh, "Well, you're not the one who has to watch you say those things to other girls. You're not the one who has to hear all those things said to someone else. You're not the one who only gets treated in a more-than-friends way by the only guy who you want to treat you that when a camera is around. You don't have to listen to all the other girls talk about you like you guys are gonna get married, when you weren't even in the running. So yes, I lied Jace. If it's not painfully obvious, I have feelings for you!" We both stared at each other once again, taking heavy breaths after our outburst.

Finally, what he said sank into my idiot brain, and the same thing seemed to happen to him, because our breaths slowed, and there was a different type of intensity burning in his eyes. I don't know who made the move first, but a second later, our lips clashed.

This time, it was not at all gentle. His mouth was feverish on mine, and I struggled to keep up. He pressed my back against the tree, and for that, I was thankful, because I could feel my knees going weak. One of his hands combed through my hair, and the other rested at the hem of my shirt, teasing the skin underneath. I ran my fingers through his soft curls, trying to pull him as close as humanly possible. His tongue swept across my bottom lip, asking for the entrance I gladly granted. Suddenly, he stopped with another soft press of his lips to mine. He eased me back, and the question was evident in my eyes.

"Let's take this slow." He whispered, pushing a strand of my hair back, "I want to savor this." My heart skipped a beat as I rested my arms around his shoulders, and his settled on my waist.

Then, he leaned in again, but this time was slow, and soft, and gentle, and sweet and perfect. He pulled back just a fraction so his lips hovered over mine.

"It was always you." He whispered before meeting my lips with his again. Of course, as it happens with all of our moments, the snap of a twig ruined it, and scared us into jumping apart.

"…somewhere over here." Isabelle's voice rang out, and our eyes grew wide. I threw my messed up hair into a sloppy bun, and we both sat down, acting like we were watching the movie.

"There you guys are!" Simon said from behind not a second later. I turned, smiling innocently.

"Yup," Jace spoke, rising to his feet, then helping me up. "Is it already time to go?" I asked, and Izzy nodded, eyeing me suspiciously.

"We brought a clean up crew." She narrowed her eyes, and it felt like she was examining my every pore.

"Erm…" I scratched my neck self consciously, "We should probably get going."

"Yeah." Jace agreed, slinging his arm over my shoulder, and Isabelle moved her scrutinizing gaze to him. "So how was the movie?" Simon was obviously unaware of the tension.

"Good." Jace shrugged, letting the pair walk ahead of us, "I mean, it was Star Wars. 'Nuff said." Simon laughed, the suspicion left Izzy's eyes, and Jace held me back, increasing the space between us and them.

"Should we…?" He whispered, trailing off suggestively. I shook my head, smirking.

"You started the couples game with the bachelorettes," My smile grew wider, "so why not extend it to our little group?" His smile quickly matched my own.

"Are you saying we see how long it will take for them to figure out that we…" I waited for Jace to finish his sentence.

"That we…?" I prodded when he didn't continue. He opened his mouth to speak, but someone cut him off.

"Will you two hurry up?!" Iz yelled, and I scowled.

"You people and you're damn timing issues." I muttered under my breath, and Jace snorted.

"We're coming!" he called, picking up the pace.

"We had two hours," I groaned, "so why the hell did you make us come in?" Isabelle laughed. Simon and Jace had gone to his room while Izzy and I had headed to mine. I let myself fall back onto my bed, and Iz thumped down next to me.

"Because I wanted to talk to you." She turned her brown eyes on me, "How's the whole Jace thing going?"

"What do you mean?" I questioned, making sure to keep my tone neutral.

"I meeean," she drew out the word, "are you ready to make him fall at your feet and beg for mercy?"

"What?!" I whipped to face her, shocked, "If you're asking if I want to make him like me that way, then… Yes." Izzy's mouth dropped open, then a squeal escaped her.

"I have been waiting for this moment since we were five freaking years old!" She jumped off the bed, running for my closet.

"No… no… no…" She mumbled, throwing articles of clothing out behind her. "YES!" she finally exclaimed, holding up a shirt I didn't recognize.

"Um… It's not mine." I shook my head, "I didn't pack that."

"I know," she shrugged, pulling out a pair of ripped skinny jeans, "I did." I scoffed, getting up as she threw the outfit at me, along with lacy underwear and a bra of the same material.

"Uh…?" I held up the bra questioningly. "It never hurts to be prepared." She wiggled her eyebrows, and I got up, walking over and slapping her in the arm.

"No." I said firmly, "No… Just no." I shoved the last two items back in her arms, and she sighed in exasperation, handing me a plain, strapless bra instead. I ran into the bathroom and slipped on the shirt and pants. I almost couldn't get the shirt on because of how tight it hugged to my body.

It looked like leather, and it had two, off-the-shoulder straps that wrapped around the top of my arms. I had to say that it really did look good. Not slutty, but far from the innocent band shirts I normally wore. I opened the door, motioning for Izzy to come in all while keeping my eyes on the girl in the mirror.

"Perfect!" She clapped her hands together, "And now for the makeup." She pulled the makeup bag that I (read: she) had packed.

"All we're going to do." She pulled out the primer, rubbing it on my face, "Is just a little bit of light makeup. I think he'll like the natural look on you." I coughed as she patted the foundation powder on my face. So it begins.

"Look up."

"Look down."

"Tilt to the left."

"Tilt to the right."

"Chin up."

"Close your eyes."

"Open them"

"Stop moving!"

"Almost done."

"And… Finished!"

I looked into the mirror, examining Isabelle's work. She hadn't done much. I still looked like me, but somehow, my cheekbones looked higher, my eyes looked brighter, my nose looked thinner, and my lips looked better. All this and it looked like the only thing I had on was lipgloss.

"Am I not amazing." Isabelle teased, looking into the mirror behind me. I nodded, smiling at our reflections.

"I need to teach you how to do this," she patted my cheek, "'cause I know you secretly love it." I stuck my tongue out at her, and she returned the gesture.

"Lemme grab some shoes for you." She scampered out of the room, and, in less than a minute, came running back in with a pair of black, scrappy stilettos, setting them down next to my feet.

"Not yet." she stopped me when I started to put them on, "Hair first." Without waiting for a response, she began pulling my hair up and stabbing my head with bobby pins.

"You know," I sighed, "how many times he's told you not to put it up."

"Don't worry," She stabbed yet another bobby pin in my hair, and I winced, "it's all part of the plan. He secretly loves taking it down. Well, not secretly. It's really obvious." I rolled my eyes as Izzy stepped back, motioning for me to put my shoes on. I did so, then looked into the mirror. I gasped in sudden realization.

"Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee." I joked, finally noticing that the top was eerily similar to the one said girl wore in the ending scene of Grease.

"And we're about to get you your Danny Zuko." she bumped my shoulder, then grabbed my arm, dragging me to the door. I heard Jace's voice resonating from the living room.

Well, I thought, here goes nothin'.

I hope you liked it (and have watched Grease)! You didn't really think I'd let our dear Clary go down without a fight, did you ;). Again, just reminding you guys, the oneshot competition is still open, but it will be closing soon. As I said, I'll give a one week warning, but this is just a reminder. And again, I must ask…What the hell is a forum and how the hell do you work it or do it or yeah. Please PM me an explanation! Until next time, my faithful followers!

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