Hey hey hey, y'all. It's shadowwarrior898 here with a NEW CHAPTER! :D

*bows at applause* Oh, thank you, thank you. :) Jk...

Well, here ya go...have fun

OH! and a FYI, all the songs listed in this chapter are ones that were playing while I wrote it. :) Just in case you were wondering why I chose such an old song for one of them :)

DISCLAIMER: All these lovely characters belong to Miss Clare :)

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Clary's P.O.V.

We don't talk on the car ride home. Just letting the light breeze from our open windows and the music from the radio play away relaxes me, along with my hand being surrounded by Jace's.

Titanium starts playing on the radio and start humming to it. I look over to see Jace's hand holding the wheel moving to the beat, and I smile to myself. Amazingly awesome, super hot, sweetest guy ever, and he has great taste in music. How did I get to have someone so perfect?

Jace, maybe sensing my look, turns to me with his devilish grin that makes my heart flutter. "Whatcha thinking about? Or you just looking, because I'm fine with that too."

"A little of both." I say with a smirk, which makes him ask: "Penny for you thoughts?"

"No need to pay. Just thinking about how an awesome guy like you would like me in the first place." I look down at my shoes and mumble the last part. I don't know if he heard me, and that he will make me repeat it, until he turns the radio off and pulls the car to the side of the road. Cars fly past at 50 miles an hour, but Jace just closes his window.

Removing his seat belt, he turns to me with a questioning look in his honey golden eyes. "I'm far from perfect, Clare. Everyone is..." Pausing, he looks me now straight in the eyes and says in such a low voice that I have to lean into hear him. "But it's the imperfections that make us human. The imperfections that make this world beautiful in it's own way. But you don't have any, yet you're the most beautiful girl in the world."

My cheeks are red. Like, color of my hair red. Yes, Jace occasionally complements me and is nice and sweet, but he hasn't called me beautiful before. No one has -well, other than Luke and my mother, but that doesn't count- and I feel,...invincible? Amazed? A bit breathless, that's for sure.

It all flutters away as my lips brush against his, melting me from the inside out. My hands make their way into his soft curls and one of his settles behind my neck while the other sits on my knee. The kiss gets a little bit deeper as pull him closer to me, making everything bad and terrible from today disappear once again.

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Oh my god, do I hate homework. My advanced geometry teachers piled at least 130 problems on us tonight. And it's all due tomorrow, along with a history project that I completed only half of this week.

Isabelle sits in my green plush bean-bag chair at the edge of my room, math book open and a large graph notebook on her leg. Most people think that just because she's popular, and the rumors of her and Meliorn doing "it" and stuff, that she's some slutty brat that doesn't do her work. Or pays someone to do it for her, but it doesn't matter. She could care less about what people thought about her, and she had got A's on the last four math and chemistry tests. That's why I love her, well, in a sisterly way at least.

"Hey Iz." I say, breaking the silence that set comfortably through the room, other than the soft play of the radio.

"Hey Clare." she relpys in the same girly tone I used and looks at me with her bright blue eyes.

"What color do ya wanna use for the title." I ask, holding up a dark evergreen, sunrise orange, aquamarine blue, and fuchsia purple.

"Purple. Definitely purple." she smiles, her bright white teeth making her tan face look almost a shade darker.

"M'kay." I say, and trace out the block-letter "Civil War" title I had sketched earlier. The radio's noise flows over the silence that sets in again, playing Leavin' by Jesse McCartney.

"Oh my god..." Izzy says in a quiet tone.

"What? What's wrong?"

"This song. Oh my god. I haven't heard this song in years!" a wide smile appears on her face again.

"Oh god, Izzy. I thought something bad had happened." I say, exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding. Izzy's laugh filters over the radio, and soon I join in, not knowing that I was being watched. Not knowing that my life would just get worse from that day on.

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Unknown P.O.V.

She's so naive. So evil.

We used to be friends. Simon, her, and I. We would hang out in Eric's backyard, see who could do the best trick on the trampoline or into the pool. Have Nerf-gun wars. Water balloon and snowball fights depending of the season. It was fun.

Until she ruined it.

I told her something. Something that I had hoped she could keep. I told her no to breathe a word. But she told him anyways.

The devil red head told him, now he stays away from me.

I peer through the black binoculars, looking into the second story bedroom window. My tree house has a window that faces her house perfectly right across the street.

There she is. I think to myself. Enjoying life. Laughing with her friend. She won't do that for awhile.

A sly grin forms across my face as I remove the binoculars from my dark brown eyes, the next part of my plan settling into place.

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Alrighty then! How was it? Did you like the unknown P.O.V.?

I thought it would be nice to put something special in there. :)

Please please please review! I know this was kinda a filler chapter, but I still want to see what y'all think!

Also, if you would like, PM me to guess who Clary's stalker is, please do! I'll give you blue, mango flavored Dauntless cake if you guess correctly! (hehe- my top 3 favorite fandoms of all time!)

~shadowwarrior898