Here's Jace's POV. Hope you like it. Disclaimer: I don't own TMI or the characters

Flashback:

"Clary, you have to put your back into it." It was the weekend before 8th grade appreciation and Jace and Clary were at the batting cages.

"You know I've never been good at this. I don't see why we couldn't have just seen a movie like normal people do on a date."

"We aren't like those lame people." He saw her get another miss another ball and decided to help her. He went behind her and wrapped his arms around her so that his hands rested on hers on the bat. "Move like this." He moved their bodies like they hitting a ball.

She shivered with his body so close to hers. She loved when they were in their bubble, a bubble where no one could hurt them. Then when he moved, she gave him a frown at the lose of closeness. She then focused on the ball coming towards her. She swung the bat and hit the ball. "I did it!" She dropped the bat and ran into Jace's arms.

"I knew you could." She pulled back and kissed him, feeling the spark she always did.

"Well, I guess I did have a good teacher." He was about to go in for another one of her sweet kisses when his phone rang.

"Hello," he said once he let her go and answered the phone.

"Hello, Jace, this is Maryse. My family and I just arrived."

"Okay."

"I wanted you to know that you will have a chance to go to school tomorrow and then we will leave for Brooklyn tomorrow night."

"Okay, thank you for letting me know." He hung up and sat on a bench outside of the cage. He was moving, and he still couldn't believe it. When he had told Clary, she cried and he held her until she fell asleep in his arms. He hadn't told her why though. He didn't know why he didn't tell Clary his dad died, he just didn't. Now the family who was adopting him had come and he was leaving tomorrow. "Clary, I have to go, my dad said I have to go home."

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." He gave her a quick kiss and then rode his bike to the house he would be leaving in a day's time. He went to his room and packed what little he had into suitcases. He put his pictures of him and Clary on top so that her beautiful face was the first thing he saw in his new home.

He was about to go to sleep, when he heard the familiar ring of his phone. "Hello."

"Jace, it's Jon."

"What's up. Is Clary alright?"

"She's fine, but I'm afraid I have bad news."

"What is it?"

"You can't see Clary anymore."

"What are you talking about."

"It's time for her to move on. You two can't be together anymore because she's mine."

"She's yours?"

"Yes, see, we belong together. And we can't have you getting in the way of what's meant to be."

"I don't understand."

"You and Clary are no longer together. She will be with me and when you leave, she will forget about you."

"If you touch her, I'll-"

"You can't stop me. You're leaving. Goodbye, Jace." He heard the other line go dead and he just sat there. He had to do something. But he was afraid of Jon. Jon was tall, older, and a lot stronger. He realized then that the best thing was to warn Clary.

The next day Jace was at his locker when he saw Aline walk up. "Hi Jace."

"Hi, Aline."

"So you know the dance is tonight. Are you going with anyone?"

"Well, um, not-"

"Well, if you want me to go with you, I would have to think about it." She walked away before he could tell her he wasn't going. He walked to Clary's locker, prepared to tell her privately what her brother planned. That was until he looked at his phone and saw they had two minutes until class started. He knew Clary hated being late.

"Hey Clary." Clary closed her locker and looked behind her and saw Jace looking sad.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to move. I'll be leaving my friends and you," he told the half truth. We was mostly worried about telling her about Jon, then topping it off with him telling her he was leaving that night. When she went to give him a kiss, he backed away, worried that he would never let her go if he touched her.

"It will be okay, We can still call each other and video chat."

"I guess so."

Right before they made it to the classroom door, a high voice began calling Jace's name. The pair turned and saw the cheerleader, Aline, running towards them. "Jace, Jace!"

He rubbed the back of his neck when she reached them. "Oh, hey Aline."

"I wanted to let you know that I would love to go to 8th Grade Appreciation with you."

Clary's mouth dropped open and she stared at her boyfriend. "You asked her to the dance?"

"Well-" Before he could finish, Aline pulled on the collar of his shirt and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and then pulled back, releasing her. Jace didn't know why he was kissing Aline. Maybe it was because Jon told him that he and Clary weren't together anymore, so deep down, Jace thought so.

When Aline left, Clary shouted, " I hate you, Jace Herondale! Go ahead, leave, and never come back!"

End of flashback.

"So you thought we had already broken up?" Jace had just told Clary his side of their breakup and they were still in the nurse's office.

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"Because, my brother is sick and twisted, we lost what we had."

"Yeah, but Clary, it's never too late to get it back."

"Yes, it is."

"Just give me a chance to be your friend again. Please, I'm begging you. I never beg, Clarissa."

"Give me time, I need to think about everything I just heard."

"Okay." As soon as the nurse came in, Clay walked out of the room.

There it is, let me know what you think.