Hello loves! So I got tons of reviews with great feedback! I'm glad you all enjoy it! Someone mentioned that if they were trying on clothes Izzy would see the bruises and I was going to cover it in this chapter. I also got someone asking for, "screwing." Although I love your enthusiasm it's a bit too soon for that, don't ya think? Anyways… I got more than 7 reviews. Do you know what that means?

….JACE'S POV! Yay! So here it is everyone! Enjoy ;)

~TheOneAndOnlyFangirl

Chapter 4

Jace's POV

I heard someone climbing up the steps and for a moment I thought it was Max. Stop it. Don't think about it. I seem to remember Izzy saying she had a friend over, but what would her friend be doing up here? Alec and I have this whole floor to ourselves along with a gym and rec room, but there aren't any other bedrooms. I decided to investigate.

I left my room but didn't bother turning off the light. I ducked behind the wall and looked around the corner at the stairs to bust whichever hot friend Izzy brought over. Izzy was popular, but not as popular as me. All her friends were usually super hot and super willing. I still don't understand why she gets mad every time I hook up with her friends though. She always flirts with the guys on my team.

I saw a flash of red around the corner and hid back behind the wall. "SHIT," I thought, "It's the red head from earlier. What the hell is she doing here?!" I decided to act like nothing had happened after our earlier encounter, even though my insides felt like they were melting. What was happening to me?

"Well Red," I started my voice cocky as usual, "I definitely didn't expect to have a stalker on the first day of school, but I bet you're just full of surprises." I smirked as she realized who I was. She turned around slowly as I came very close to her face. Suddenly green eyes were looking into mine and my heart stopped. I couldn't breathe. I shook my head and took a step back to snap out of it. Regaining my composure I gave her a once over, my eyes lingering around the edge of her robe. Izzy must've given something small to wear. I'd have to thank her later. What was I saying?

"Uhhhhmmmm…I'm s-sorry. I was looking for the bathroom," she stuttered out, obviously lying. "I didn't mean to run i-into you but I'm not stalking you. I-Izzy invited me over. S-sorry." With that she started to pull away but something inside me made me grab her arm to stop her.

"Look you don't have to apologize. I'd be glad to have a beautiful girl in my room anytime. All you had to do was ask." Shit. Why must I always be such a dickhead? She blushed and I was captivated by the action. Her hair almost matched her cheeks when she tore her arm out of my grasp and ran down the stairs back to Izzy's room. Now I never care about what I say to others, so why was this affecting me so much? And who was the girl? I kept running into her everywhere and I didn't even know her name. God. I need to snap out of this.

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Clary's POV

After my encounter with golden boy I ran down the stairs and back into Izzy's room. I glanced at the clock beside her pink bed.

4:57

You have got to be kidding me.

I felt like the universe was trying to play some sick joke on me. First I have to go shopping, then I run into Adonis for the second time today and manage to look like an idiot BOTH times and finally, as if that wasn't enough, I don't get any sleep at all. Great. Absolutely fabulous.

The alarm went off and Izzy shot up, which would've been comical if I wasn't so pissed off at the universe. "OH!" She exclaimed with too much energy for someone who had only been asleep for two hours," You're already up! Time to get ready!"

With that she hopped out of bed and grabbed one of the bags we had gotten yesterday. She threw at me telling me to put it on so we can get ready. I looked inside the bag and immediately started to panic. It was a dress.

If I wore this you'd be able to see my bruises. When we were at the mall yesterday I managed to hide them in the poor lighting but I couldn't pull the same trick here in Izzy's room. She may be pretty but she isn't stupid.

I tried to find an excuse.

"You know Izzy, why don't I wear those cute new jeans and blouse instead? That way I can save the dress for a special occasion." She looked suspicious as she replied.

"Clary is there something you want to tell me? Because if not I see no reason why you can't wear this dress." Shit. I tried to find a way out and spotted a cardigan hanging on her vanity.

"Ok I'll wear it but can I at least wear it with that cardigan? I get super cold during school." I crossed my fingers and hoped she would buy my lame excuse. She nodded and tossed me the sweater telling me to change in the closet while she changed in her room.

After I put on the dress and cardigan I walked out to find Izzy waiting with a makeup bag and curling iron. She forced me into a chair and spent the next hour and a half giving me a makeover. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun at all. I think I just liked having someone to do makeovers with.

Izzy finally turned me around in my chair and I know its cliché to say, but I didn't recognize the girl in front of me. The frizzy red hair was traded for elegant waves. My freckles were gone and my pale skin looked smooth. My eyes looked striking instead of sunken in. Then my eyes moved further down and I noticed it. My cardigan was hanging off my shoulder. Izzy had noticed this too.

"Clary, what the hell happened to your arm?" she questioned with a look of pure horror and shock on her face.

My shoulder was almost completely bruised and had a scar running down it from that night. The one night when… no…. it doesn't matter. I quickly pulled my cardigan back up and turned so I was looking Izzy in the eyes.

"Look. I was in an accident recently and when I was little I fell of my bike. That's what the scar and bruises were from ok? Can we just drop it?" Izzy definitely didn't believe me but she didn't try to ask anything else. I just couldn't lose the one friend I had besides Simon.

Izzy didn't ask anything else as she started to get ready. Before I knew it, it was 7 am and Izzy and I went downstairs to eat breakfast. I almost stopped dead in my tracks for the millionth time that morning.

Downstairs.

Where Golden Boy would surely be.

So what did you think? Wow that was three pages long on my Word Document. So why did Jace not want to think about Max? Why did Izzy not probe Clary for answers? What happened on the night Clary refuses to think about? Think about the questions as we read on because I will definitely be answering them. IMPORTANT: I was thinking about having a Beta for this story and was wondering if anyone was interested. Just PM me. Please review!

Love you all,

TheOneAndOnlyFangirl ;)