I'm so sorry for up loading for so long! I just really didn't have the will to live, and absolutely no ideas about what to write. I will try to write at least three more chapters today, and one every week end. Or maybe even every day. Again, I am so sorry.

PoV Clary

I waited by the lunch tables outside for Magnus. He was supposed to be meeting me here, to talk about my Simon and Jace situation. I shivered in my hoodie as I sat on the picnic bench, tucking my hands under my arms to keep them warm.

"I've only got a few minutes," Magnus said, coming up behind me, a thin, unlit cigarette in his mouth. "What do you want?"

"Hello to you, too," I said.

"Seriously, Clary, I can't take your crap today."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Clary, did you know that Jace is really cut up about what you did to him? I was hanging out with Alec when Jace came back after talking to you and he was on the verge of tears. Tears, Clarissa. Jace. Doesn't. Cry."

"Hey, it's not my fault!" I yelled, even though I knew it was.

"Okay, then. I'll go tell Jace that you don't care that you made him cry. That you don't care about him." He stood abruptly and started back towards the school.

"Magnus!" I yelled, running after him. "I do care! I just… I need someone to tell me what to do."

Magnus sighed and turned to face me. "Clary, there won't always be some there to tell you what to do. You have to figure things out on your own."

"Magnus, that day will come, I know it will, but tell me what to do!"

"Stop relying on others to make your mind up for you. Choose the boy that loves you, or the boy that loves the idea of you."

"What do you mean, "the idea of me"?"

"Simon loves what you are, the idea that there is this adventurous girl in his life that wants to make things different. He loves the idea that you were his friend before Jace and that you picked him over the Golden Boy. He doesn't love you, Clary, not in that way. He may think he does, but he will lose interest in you when you become this normal girl to him. Jace loves you. He loves the little quirks you have, the way your nose flairs when you laugh, the way that your freckles dance when you smile."

"My freckles what?"

"Don't ask me, it's what he said last night. You know, when he was crying?"

"Magnus, just tell me what to do!"

"No! Choose your own boy and leave me out of this! I honestly couldn't care less, I dislike Simon and I dislike Jace. Why should it make a difference to me?"

"Fine, don't be any help! Fuck you, Magnus Bane, fuck you!"

His upper lip curled and he shook his head at me. "You're pathetic."

He turned and walked back to the school, flicking his cigarette away.

I waited until he was gone from my sight and walked into the building, scowling and feeling, just as Magnus had said, pathetic.