I loved writing this chapter! It seems like we are near the end but DON'T WORRY! I still have one big shocker that will come up in the next chapter. Maybe. So anyway I've already started to plan my next fanfiction and I was wondering how many of my lovely readers liked Divergent? So anyways PLEASE R&R!

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Chapter 13

Jace's POV

My lip was bleeding but the only thing that mattered was that Clary was in my arms again. I could smell the sweet scent of strawberries in her hair and wondered how anybody could smell so damn good. There were sparks in every spot where her body was pressed against mine. I never wanted to her let go.

I could feel her body shaking from hard, dry sobs. I would have given anything to make it stop. Clary, my Clary, had gone through so much. I remember how it felt to be abandoned by family and dropped into a new life, a new house, and be expected to continue living. She had to go through all of that by herself, because I just had to go and kiss that freaking girl.

Why did I ever hang out with that crowd? Was I really that shallow before I met my little angel? How was it that one person could change my whole life in less than two weeks?

I didn't have time to continue asking myself and endless line of rhetorical questions because I felt Clary's shaking stop. I looked down to see what was wrong. Her green eyes were opened wide and looking up at me in surprise.

"Why did you do that Jace?" She asked timidly.

"Do what?" I asked back, suddenly on guard. I don't know why my walls had shot back up. I guess I was afraid she would reject me. I don't know what I'd do if that happened.

"You saved me." She stated but her voice went up at the end as if it were a question. I looked around, anywhere but her eyes, and saw that everyone else had left the room, and Magnus was going up the stairs with a wink to me.

I looked down into her eyes before answering. She looked so innocent, and it made me wonder why her brother had hurt her. How could anyone hurt someone so beautiful?

"You're wrong Clary. I didn't save you." She looked confused. I went on, "You saved me."

Her eyes widened even more and she reached her hand up to caress my face. I leaned into her hand and closed my eyes. I could stay like this for eternity.

"I forgive you," I heard her whisper and then her lips were on mine, and my whole body felt like it was being engulfed in flames. All I could see, smell, and feel was her. She was everywhere. I knew then that I would never let go of her again, because if I did, it might just kill me.

I was in love with Clary Fray.

Alec's POV

"YES! We got'em! Great idea sweetheart. They are totally making out right now!" Magnus had clapped his hands together and was jumping around, which looked really odd because he was so tall. I guess you get used to it from hanging out with Magnus for so long. "Your idea was brilliant. Though how did you know Sebastian would do that to Clary and that Jace would defend her by kicking his sorry ass?"

I chuckled to myself. "That's the weird thing. I didn't even invite that loser. He gives me the creeps!" That guy was really creepy. Izzy probably invited him. Speaking of Izzy," He did you see where Izzy went?"

Magnus smiled knowingly. "What aren't you telling me Mags?" His smile just got wider.

"Come on just tell me where she went. I'll do anything." Oh shit. Not again.

"Anything?" he purred. "She went over to that nerd Sally's house." His hand crept up my arm while I struggled to keep my thoughts straight.

"Do you mean Simon?" I managed to ask. He nodded and whispered into my ear.

"Let's go home Alexander. I believe you promised me anything." Oh god.

Clary's POV

I walked outside into the garden with Jace behind me, holding one of my hands. I sat down by some roses and laid back. Jace lay down next to me so that we were side by side, holding hands like two characters from a fairytale.

We sat there for a while looking up at the stars. It was romantically cheesy. I turned to look over at Jace, the gold hair that looked silver in the moonlight, the gold eyes that seemed to have the power to melt my brain, and the toned shape of his body. When my eyes found his face I noticed that he was already staring at me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, suddenly overcome with guilt. I don't know why I felt guilty, but something about the look in his eyes made me feel like I had done something wrong. There was no way someone like him would like someone like me. I am an orphan girl who has a grand total of two friends. Well I guess I could count Alec as a friend now. Maybe Magnus.

"What are you sorry for?" He whispered back, his voice full of love and concern. Everything about him turned my mind into mush to where I couldn't remember my name. What was it I was sorry about?

"I don't remember." He chuckled and looked back up to the stars. I followed his gaze and the sky helped my clear my head. "Isn't it beautiful?" I asked him. My voice still at a whisper, though it wasn't like we were hiding.

"Yes," he replied with a smirk, "You are beautiful."

I couldn't help the laughter that erupted at his comment. "That… Was…So….Cheesy!" I wheezed in between my fits of laughter. I was soon laughing so hard that I was crying. That was when Jace joined in and we were both lying on the ground with our hand intertwined, laughing like little kids. It was the happiest I had been in a long time.

"Oh Ha Ha Clary. I was trying to give you a compliment." He moved over s that he was leaning on his elbow, facing me. His other had moved under my chin, lifting my face up to his." And it's true. You are the most beautiful girl- most beautiful person- I have ever met. And Clary I think," He took a deep breath, "Clary I know that I am in love with you. I have been since the moment we first met and I will be until the day I die. People say that you don't fall in love in high school but I know how I feel. I love you."

"Jace," I whispered, lifting my head to where our lips were touching, but we weren't kissing. "I love you too." And then his lips were on mine and there was nothing else. The sky could have erupted and the stars could fall to earth, and we wouldn't have noticed a thing.

Izzy's POV

"I just don't understand Izzy! Why do you always pull away? Every time I try to get close to you you push me away! And at the party you acted like nothing was wrong when we were dancing. Please tell me. Please," Simon begged me from across the couch. I had pulled away and put my knees up to my chest and my arms around them. I put my head down on my knees so he wouldn't see my tears.

I really liked Simon. God I think I loved him. He had never asked me to tell him why I pulled away but now he deserved the truth. This was the first boy I had dated who hadn't tried to get into my pants. He genuinely cared about my feelings and what I wanted. We were nothing alike and maybe that's why it made so much sense.

I felt him scoot over to me. He slowly wrapped an arm around me. "Izzy," he whispered. "You can tell me. I won't leave. I really like you Iz. Please?"

Where do I start? Sniffling, I pulled my head up and laid it on his shoulder. I took a deep breathe and started to explain to him. I told him about how I used to have a little brother named Max. I told him he was a dorky kid who liked comic books, much like he did. I told him how we were driving to the mall and how the accident happened. Then I told him how it was all my fault.

By the time I had finished neither of us had dry eyes.

"Oh Isabelle. I am so sorry. But you can't keep blaming yourself. I'm sure Max wouldn't want that. He would want you to be happy. I want you to be happy." His voice was so gentle.

"If I had left a little earlier. If I had-" I kept blubbering about what ifs. He took me into his arms.

"Stop. You can't keep doing this to yourself Iz. I know how it feels to lose a loved one. My dad died last summer and I blamed myself for it too. We were going to go fishing and I decided I didn't want to go. I had never liked fishing. Yet I insisted that he went. He was also In a car accident. I kept telling myself if I had asked him not to go that he'd still be here, but it doesn't work like that. Everything happens for a reason and we have no control over it. So stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault."

I turned around so that I was facing him. I was sitting in his lap and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling us together. He leaned his forehead against mine.

"Thank you Simon. I feel better," and I did. Anything Si said made me feel better. It was nice to know he went through the same thing in a way. I wasn't alone. Gosh I don't know what I would do without Simon.

"I love you," he whispered it so quietly I was sure I had imagined it. I lightly kissed him then pulled back to look at his face. He was serious. He did say it out loud.

I had no trouble replying, "I love you too."

Clary's POV

I walked up the steps knowing it was a bad idea. I just had to know why he did everything. I needed closure.

"Hello miss. How can I help you?" there was a nice looking officer behind a desk near the front door. She had light brown hair and brown eyes.

"I'm here to talk to Jonathan Morgenstern. He's my brother." He was only my brother by blood.

"Right this way miss." She led me into a hallway then into a small room with a glass wall in the middle, two chairs, and two telephones.

The other door opened and Jonathan came in. The officer made him sit down in the chair and handcuffed him to the desk. I took the other seat and picked up the phone. The officer g=handed the other end to Jonathan.

"What do you want?" he hissed. I took a deep breath.

"Why?" I whispered. That's all I wanted to know. Why?

"God. Why do you think? It's all your fault! Everything! You are the reason dad is in jail! If you hadn't called the stupid cops we wouldn't be in this mess! Jocelyn deserved what she got and so did you! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT YOU BITCH!" His voice had risen into a shout and he had tried to strike the wall.

The officer had to drag him out of the room. I felt something wet drop onto my hand and saw that I was crying. My knuckles had turned white from when I had gripped the table. Somehow I knew what he was going to say but I still didn't want to hear it.

I had to call the cops that day. I walked in on my father holding a knife up to my mother threatening her. He had said something about her not telling anyone. I didn't hear what the secret was but I'm guessing it was serious. My mom was already bleeding and bruised. By the time the cops got there she was unconscious and she still hasn't woken up. The doctor's say that my dad damaged her brain when he slammed her against the floor. I still haven't forgotten that night. I will never forget.

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