I am making up for lost time! I'm so sorry that I stopped uploading, my computer blew up, and I couldn't find another computer that was available! I am sorry if I don't upload another chapter in the next few days, it's just that I have final exams. :c also, there is quite a bit of swearing in this chapter.

PoV Clary

I sat up in my bed as Jace help up my sports bra.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Cain Fray, you've know me since I started here," I said.

"No, tell me the truth."

"Jace, I don't-"

"Stop lying!" He turned to me, his hands snapped forward to pull my shirt off. "What the fuck kind of guy wear's ace bandages? What the fuck kind of guy doesn't exist outside of this school?!"

"Fine!" I yelled back, grabbing for my shirt. "My name is Clary, and I am a girl! Is that what you fucking wanted?!"

"Why would you lie to me?!" he yelled, standing up. "You let me think that I was gay, that I was falling in love with a guy! What is this to you? Some sort of fucked up joke? Well, ha-ha, you got me! Got for fucking you!"

"Do you think I wanted you to fall in love with me?!" I yelled back, standing up to push him back. "Do you think that I wanted to fall in love with you? I tried to keep my head down this entire time, but you and you're detective brand friends just had to get all up in my business!"

Jace halted, his eyes growing wider. "You… you love me?"

"I… yeah…"

He sat down again, covering his face with his hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell."

"It's okay," I said, pulling my shirt back on. "Well, just… don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Yeah." Jace looked up at me, his golden eyes gleaming in the moonlight. He stood and kneeled in front of me, placing another kiss upon my lips. Wow, that sounds cheesy.

"I'd better get back to my room before Alec freaks out."

Simon walked into the room, but stopped mid-step at the scene in front of him. "Um… do I want to know?"

"Not really." I smiled up at him.

"Oh, and Jace, you might not want to go back to your room, Alec and Magnus are pretty busy in there," Simon said, nodding his head suggestively.

"Oh, come on!" Jace said.

Simon and I snorted.

"What?" Jace asked.

"Oh, cum on," Simon cackled.

"I'd tell you to stop the gay jokes, butt fuck it, no one listens," I laughed.

"Lesbi honest, gay jokes aren't all that funny," Jace contributed.

"I had another amnesia joke, but I forgot it," Simon combated.

"I have a vagina joke, but you'd never get it," I said.

"I had a virginity joke, but I lost it," Jace said.

"I have a shit joke, but it's really crappy," Simon said.

"I actually have a really bad joke, want to hear?" Jace said.

"Sure," Simon and I said.

"Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him... (Oh, man, this is so bad, it's good)...
A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis."

There was a pause, which was soon filled with our laughter.

"Oh my god, that was so bad!" I laughed, falling back against the wall.

"Well, I told you!" Jace said.

"He did," Simon agreed. "I just hope you don't tell it again, I might have to kill you."

Jace looked up at Simon, whose face had gone deadly serious.

Then they both proceeded to crack up again.

"So, we need to protect our little Clary from more people finding out her little secret?" Jace asked.

"That's about it," Simon said.

"I hate you both," I laughed.

Could you tell I ran out of ideas towards the end? But I still kind of like it. C: