A/N: Hey All!!

So how did you like the little drama in the last chapter?

Clary and Jace admitting they were falling for each other, but not to each other, but Clary wanting to stay away from him.

Oh small error it said 2 months when really I meant 1 month okay?

Only one person will get an excerpt, depending if anyone answers the question and I would look it up myself but I figured this could be your question hehe

So there are like 12 chapters of this left and they haven't even kissed yet haha

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Anyway, here is chapter 8 and again huge thanks to my Beta you rock girl!!

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JACE LOOKED UP AT HIS CEILING FROM HIS BED, SOMETHING HE HAD BEEN DOING SINCE MISS FRAY BROKE A PIECE OF HIS HEART HE NEVER KNEW WAS THERE. Alec and Izzy had tried to get him to come out with them tonight but he didn't even lift his head to tell them know. He just lay on his bed, on top of his sheets, wearing nothing but his jeans and thinking of nothing but his teacher. What was wrong with him? He was Jace Herondale! He didn't get deep feelings for girls! He had a lot of 'exes' and he never felt anything remotely close to this towards any of them, not even Aline whom he had dated for nearly three months which was as long as it got for him.

There was a knock at his door, Jace didn't have the energy to answer a 'What?' or a 'Yes?' or 'Come in.' He just didn't have it in him and he hated that weakness. Then he heard his grandmother's distinctively stern voice. "I'm coming in whether you like it or not!" She yelled and then his bedroom door was swung open and there his grandmother stood, her silver hair tied up into a tight bun, her eyes narrowed in suspicion as he looked around his room, probably thinking he had been masturbating. He hated it when she just assumed.

"If you're looking for my stash, it isn't in my underwear drawer." Jace said, hauling himself into a sitting position.

"Don't get smart with me." She spoke sternly but her eyes held softness as they looked upon her grandson, the only living relative she had. "I know why you're keeping yourself locked up here and I'm here to tell you to quit your moping and do something about it." She sat down on the bed next to Jace, and he turned his head to look at her. Her eyes held understanding and sympathy for his predicament and Jace knew at that moment that she did know why he was staying up here. She knew about Clary and what he felt for her.

"Shouldn't you be calling the cops or something?" He asked, not knowing why she wasn't reacting like other parents or in his case guardians would.

"I should be but I'm not, as far as I'm concerned you two aren't breaking the law, and as far as I'm concerned nothing is happening. But," she paused giving him a once over before starting again. "-But I saw the way you looked at her. As soon as we walked into parents' night your eyes instantly fell on her and it was like you weren't aware of it. Wherever we were you would be looking at her, and then when we finally spoke to her I saw her eyes light up. I saw her face and heard her voice. She cares about you, and as long as you care for her too it's okay with me. But you cannot and I repeat cannot start anything with her unless a) she consents and b) you are no longer her student. Understood?"

Jace looked at his grandmother with a mix of affection and shock. Did she really approve of him having feelings for his teacher? She seemed to have seen his into thoughts or maybe they were written plainly on his face.

"Love isn't a choice Jace, you can't choose who you fall for and who falls for you...cause if you could my last name would be Depp." She smiled down at him before pushing the hair out of his face affectionately. "You are so much like them," she sighed.

Jace's eyes clouded in sadness. He had never met his parents. His grandmother was all he had and he loved her but he wished, for just one moment that he could see them and talk to them. He wanted to know if they were proud of him and if they would approve of him and Clary because if he did pursue this feeling, if she felt it too there was no way to know what might happen.

"I miss them too, though I never met them- I wish I had." Jace looked into the back of his mind to find a memory that they were here and that they loved him.

"They would be so proud of you, and this girl that you have gained feelings for is lucky to have you."

Jace looked at his grandmother, wondering why she was being so compassionate. She had never been interested in his life before, particularly his love life. She laughed, as if she had read his thoughts. "Jace, you are growing up. Someone has to tell you about these feelings…and I suppose that someone is me. Now, I'm going to go fix us some dinner. I'll tell you when it's done." She got off the bed and walked to the door, as she stood in the door frame about to leave Jace asked; "Grandmother, how do you know when you're in love?"

She looked at him for a long moment before her eyes took on a distant glint and she stared away from his face and spoke in a whispery voice. "You just...know." She walked out, shutting the door behind her and leaving Jace a little less confused.

He looked at his desk where a stationary set he got as a present one year sat. He heaved himself off of his bed and walked to the desk, taking a seat he picked up a pen and a piece of stationary paper with a matching envelope. Then he started writing;

Dear Clary...

"Cookies and Cream," Clary said, grapping the tub of her favorite ice cream and dumping it into the trolley that Simon was controlling. It was their weekly shopping trip, since they went through food like it was going out of fashion.

"Clary, you're a 24 year old woman who still acts like a kid in a candy store." Simon shook his head, but he wouldn't want her any other way. "We need some whipped cream, it seems to have vanished." Simon could have sworn Clary blushed.

"Oh, I'll go get it then." She hurried away from him and Simon suddenly knew where the whipped cream went, though he wished he hadn't. He sighed, looking around the grocery store where elderly people were picking up milk, kids were begging their parents for something sweet, and couples were looking for something they could have for a romantic date or something. Simon started walking towards where Clary would be with the whipped cream, she always did take forever picking out what kind she wanted.

"But this one is cheaper, but this one is a better brand, but this has less sugar, but this has the approval of the food company people, but mum said this is better, but this one doesn't give you gas, this one tastes a little funky..." And so on, he loved Clary, she was like his little sister, but sometimes her pickiness and stubbornness pissed him off, hence why he never lets her do grocery shopping alone.

As he rounded the corner he saw Clary talking to an elderly woman and a young, well more like teenage, boy with golden hair. It wasn't until he got closer that Simon realized who the golden haired boy was.

"Hello Mr. Lewis." Jace said politely and then turned his gaze back to Clary. Simon knew Jace had a crush, but the way he was staring at her and her at him made him think that it wasn't one sided.

"Hello Mr. Herondale and Ms. Herondale." Simon smiled at the woman he had met on parent/teacher night.

Clary spoke up then. "I was just getting the cream when I bumped into them, such a small world." Was it him or did Clary seem-unsure?

"Yes very small indeed." Imogen—Simon had learned that was her name—spoke up, bobbing her head up and down. "Did you two bump into each other too?" She asked looking between Clary and Simon.

"No, we came here together." Clary answered and Simon didn't miss Jace's eyes widening.

"Yes, we always go grocery shopping together." Simon spoke up, giving the gold haired boy a peculiar look.

"Well that's because someone doesn't let me go by myself." Clary said grinning at Simon.

"Well if the other someone didn't take over an hour to pick out bread then they would go by themselves." Simon grinned back and Clary smacked his arm and look at the Herondale's while rolling her eyes.

"One time, and I'll never live it down." She shook her head and glared at Simon.

"Actually it's every time." He said back, giving her a glare of his own. It was all in good fun.

Jace's grandmother wore a look of deep confusion. "I'm sorry, but why do the two of you shop together?"

"Oh, because we share an apartment." Clary said indifferently.

"You live together?" Imogen was still confused and Jace looked, hurt, sad, depressed? No. Simon knew that look, he was heartbroken. What the hell?

"We sure do." Clary smiled at Simon who smiled back. "We have since college, we would have earlier but we weren't old enough." Seeing the still confused look of Imogen and the shocked look of Jace Clary's eyes widened as she realized what her words could be interpreted as. "Oh no! We aren't like, dating or anything; Simon and I have been best friends since we were five, practically siblings." Clary smiled, reassuringly.

"Oh, how nice." The old woman said, smiling at the two friends.

"Well we better get on our way, pick out a cream Clary?" Simon asked wanting to wrap this up, he had something he wanted to talk about with his best friend.

"Yes Simon I'm not incompetent." Clary said, sighing in frustration. She turned her attention to the various cans of whipped cream and began chewing on the nail of her index finger. She was deciding, again.

Luckily, Simon knew how to help Clary make a decision fast. Ever since they watched the movie together, this song had always helped her concentrate, though Simon had no idea why, they were five when they watched it. He began looking up at the ceiling of the store, humming 'Under the sea' loud enough for Clary to hear and for Jace and Imogen to give him very odd looks. Simon looked at Clary who was still standing in front of the creams but was no longer chewing on her nail. Good. Simon kept humming the song, waiting for Clary to finally make her decision and then thinking of what else they had to get. Biscuits, juice, coffee, tea, apples, sauces for dinner, cold meat for sandwiches and—

"I'm done." Clary announced, lightly throwing the can of whipped cream in the trolley.

"Finally." Simon muttered grinning at his friend. She shook her head and said something that sounded like 'Can't even let me have a few minutes to make a decision.' Simon laughed and then turned back to the Herondale's. "We should go, see you in class on Monday Jace and lovely to see you again Ms. Herondale."

"Imogen, please. And a pleasure to see you Mr. Lewis, Miss Fray." She said nodding in Clary's direction.

"Yes lovely," she then looked at Jace and smiled warmly. "See you in class Jace." Simon and Clary headed off down the biscuit aisle, luckily Clary had a favorite kind or they would be stuck here forever. Simon heard the distinct sound if running along linoleum and turned just in time to see Jace grab Clary's arm. He handed her something and spoke too low for him to hear then smiled and walked back to where his grandmother was watching at the end of the aisle, a knowing look on her face. Clary looked down at the envelope before shrugging and putting it in her handbag, walking back to Simon.

"What was that about?" He asked while picking up some cookies and dumping them in the trolley.

"Oh, he wanted me to mark his homework early since he finished faster and I said I would." She was lying, Simon knew she was.

"Okay." He said simply, acting as if he noticed nothing.

But something was bugging him, and it was something to do with that blonde student and the red haired teacher.

"Come on Simon, it's starting!" Clary called from the living room. Simon was preparing a cookies and cream sundae for them and they were going to watch all of the Star Wars movies, back to back, starting with the phantom menace and ending with the last hope. It was a Saturday night and they had nothing better to do. Clary hadn't spoken to Raphael since that night she feigned being ill and he brought her home. She assumed they were long over. Now with her conflicting feelings for Jace, she didn't know what to do.

Simon suddenly appeared, sitting next to her without the sundaes. She could tell by his face he wanted to talk so she turned the TV off and waited for him to start.

"Clary," He began in a carefully controlled voice. "I know you'll be honest with me, so I'm going to ask you something." She nodded. "Is there something going on with you and Jace?"

Oh crap! She knew this was coming, although she had hoped it would have been at a time when she knew what was going on with her and Jace, but she didn't have to lie there was nothing going on between them, Clary wasn't allowing it. He was her student and not to mention 6 years younger than her, it was forbidden, out of the question! Then why did she have a hollow feeling in her chest every time she thought of never speaking to or seeing him again? She had read and wrote about love, but had never experienced it herself, she didn't know what it felt like to be in love, though she was very sure she was not in love with Jace but maybe, maybe she could be falling in love with him? That wasn't fair to him. He deserved to fall for someone his own age, someone he could love with no shame, so she was keeping her distance.

"No Simon," she began answering his question, choosing her words carefully. "Jace and I are not involved."

"That's not what I asked."

"What do you want to hear then?!" She yelled, on the brink of breaking. "That at my first teaching job I managed to gain feelings for my student?! That for some unknown reason I may be falling for him?! Is that what you want to hear?!"

"I just want the truth Clary." Why was he pushing this?

"The truth is I'm terrified, I have no idea what I'm feeling and I don't… I don't hate it. I care about Jace, and I know it's wrong and I know I shouldn't but I can't help it. I'm not pursuing it, I'm leaving him alone and hopefully this feeling will go away."

Simon sighed but he didn't sound irritated, grossed out or angry. He sounded concerned. "Clary, take my advice; grab it while you can because he isn't going to wait forever."

"I don't want him to wait; I want him to leave me alone so I can get rid of this feeling."

"Well sorry to break it to you, but that feeling isn't going anywhere." He was calm, and how the fuck was he calm when she was admitting to falling for a student?

"I'm so confused Simon." She hugged her best friend as he soothingly rubbed her back.

"I know, but sometimes these things can't be helped. You're right though that you can't pursue this. Not until he is no longer your student. Though I am I no way condoning this, alright?" Clary pulled back and smiled at her friend.

"Understood. I'm not really in the mood for a Star Wars fest I'm gonna to bed okay?"

"Okay, night Clary." He kissed the top of her head and she wished him goodnight and went to her room. She shut her bedroom door and went inside her handbag and pulled out the envelope containing Jace's homework, though she was very aware he had no homework for her.

She opened up the envelope and stared at the written words on the stationary paper, before reading it.

Dear Clary,

It began and she read, it was about a page long and filled with things Clary never thought Jace would ever say or write.

Then she got to the end and stared at the words in shock.

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