Oh goodness...I see the Clace thing is a bit...unsettling for y'all.

Maybe...if you lovely readers review...they'll get back together. :)Hehe.

SO! Please review!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters.

~'-,-'-,-'-,-'~

Previously

I couldn't breathe, as if my lungs stopped working.

It made sense now.

How the notes were getting into my locker. How she knew about yesterday. Why she decided today to pull this stunt.

Aline was Fang.

~,-'-,-'-,-'-,~

Clary's P.O.V.

I suddenly exhale the breath I was holding. Not even taking the chance to turn around, I walk out into the hall. The lockers, dark blue but a bit lighter tone towards the top from the lights, line both sides of the creamy colored tiled walls. The bright tiles under my feet make my soft grey tennis shoes squeak a bit as I walk to my locker.

So many things have happened at this exact spot.

The warning.

The notes.

Jace.

"Clary!"

Speak of the Devil.

Jace appears right next to me, face still wet either from sweating to catch up to me or from his tears. Most likely the latter.

"What do you want Jace?" I say, tossing the combination lock to the correct numbers. He winces at my stiff tone, which I surprised myself with. I didn't think my first break-up would end up with me being the strong one while Jace was the one tearing up.

"I want to explain. You don't understand how sorry I am for everything I did in there. It was a stupid bet but I want-"

I cut him off there. "A bet? That all was because of a fucking BET?" Raising my voice a bit at the end, I look Jace in the eyes as I speak. "Do you not understand what a relationship is?"

He doesn't offer any answers, so I start ticking them off on my fingers. "Being in a relationship is loving someone," my first finger comes up in front of me, "caring for them," second finger pops up from behind my thumb, "being LOYAL to them." my third finger emerges to join the other two. "You can't just go around making bets about something I don't even what to know about and expect me to not care!"

"I-I know what I did was idiotic and I should have never done it in the first place, but I didn't think I would lose the bet." He tries reasoning with me.

Sadly, he's not doing too well.

"No Jace. Apparently not." I say in a low key, looking into his eyes. I have to do this. Even though it will kill me, I have to. I look down to the ground and say:

"Please leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you, and I'm sorry I ever loved you. It must be a bit harder for you to let me go like the rest of the girls before me, considering your state, but I won't be a bother to you anymore."

"Clary, can't I just-"

"Goodbye, Jace." I say, not even looking at his face while slamming my locker close and taking off. To where, no idea.

~'-,-'-,-'-,-'~

Jace's P.O.V

No. No, no, no, this cannot be happening.

I can't lose Clary.

Not now, not ever.

As the last trace of her fiery red hair disappears around the corner, I chase after her. I don't care about anyone staring at me. I just need Clary back.

Walking out into the hall, I look for any trace of where she could have went. Looking up and down the deserted hall, I run to her locker. It's the only place I can think of where she'll be. Other than the art room.

Bingo. There she is. The colors of her bright hair against the dark lockers is dramatic. Beautiful even. That's what I need to say. You're beautiful, Clarissa Fray, and I cannot lose you.

"Clary!" I yell as I approach her side, a few fresh tears actually trailing down my is this? I'm Jace Lightwood! I don't cry!

Now's the time to say it, I think to myself when she asks me what I want.

"I want to explain. You don't understand how sorry I am for everything I did in there. It was a stupid bet but I want-" I just about to confess what I feel when she cuts me off.

I know I deserve everything I have coming towards me, but the words still hurt. Deep down, they feel like a stab to my chest. I can't breath as she asks me about relationships, so I stay quiet. I just look into her deep green eyes, so hard and cold but so close to breaking.

"I-I know what I did was idiotic," I try to tell her, "and I should have never done it in the first place, but I didn't think I would lose the bet."

That probably wasn't the best thing to say. I wait for her to explode, to scream and yell, to completely tell me off, but it doesn't come.

"No Jace. Apparently not." Her tone is quiet, yet full of force. She breaks my gaze, but I will every part of my body to make her look into my eyes. I try to move closer, to put my hand under her chin and make her look at me, but I'm frozen in my spot as she starts speaking again.

"Please leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you, and I'm sorry I ever loved you. It must be a bit harder for you to let me go like the rest of the girls before me, considering your state, but I won't be a bother to you anymore."

I suck in a breath before attempting to tell her she can't leave me.

"Goodbye, Jace." She says, and leaves me standing there. Alone. I lean against her now closed locker and slide down to the floor, head in my hands. What have I done?

~,-'-,-'-,-'-,~

Unknown P.O.V.

"You idiot! Tell me EXACTLY what you said!" I shrieked at her. The slutty whore had walked into my room timidly, taking in the mess that covered my floor. What? I'm still a teenager, I still don't like to clean my room like most other teenagers. She had fiddled with her long black hair that framed her hair and made her brown eyes much darker for a while before becoming more comfortable.

"Just as I said before." She replied like she didn't care that I was inches away from smacking the moron across the face. "I told her she should trust who she tells her secrets to."

I grip the arms of my chair, my nails most likely making indents in the wood. "You just ruined part of my plan." I say through gritted teeth.

"But, her and Jace are over. Isn't that all you wanted?"

"Mostly." I reply, "But now they think you're me. And that cannot happen." I calculate anyway I can eliminate this unwanted variable from my plan. A cold smile makes its way onto my face as I rise from my chair and open the middle drawer of my spotlessly clean desk. Beneath a notebook and an old tattered blanket, lies the gun.

It's only for emergencies. Alright? My father's voice rings clearly in my ears.

I pick it up, the cold metal instantly freezing my hand, and point it at Aline. She stares at me, eyes wide and a look of shock spread across her face. She swallows a few times before finally speaking. "What-what's going on, Fang?"

"Let's go on a little walk, shall we?" I say in a sweet tone, pushing the gun at her temple and leading her out the door.

~'-,-'-,-'-,-'~

Did you think Fang was Aline? I bet you did! MUAHAHAHAHA! :D

Honestly, I've always like Aline. But I thought I'd put a twist in there for ya.

ANYWAYS!

I want to know if you like the long chapters or short ones, because I hate writing anything less than a page(in Word) but sometimes I think I write too much. So...yeah.

Please review! I love reading them! My parents are starting to get worried because every time a new review comes in, I kinda do a little girly scream and dance around a bit... :)

Until next time.

~shadowwarrior898