A/N: Hey All!

So alot of you loved the Malec in the last chapter and alot think it is Maia out of Aline, Maia and Isabelle, hmmmm.....

Okay so this is now the Valentine's chapter and we're back to Jace's perspective, yay! Find out what Clary told him through text, yes a text message break up, but find out why she did that too

So here we go and again excerpts were given to those who guessed right and only those people know who the two girls were

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JACE SAT BACK IN HIS SEAT AS ALEC DROVE HIM AND IZZY TO SCHOOL. HE DIDN'T WANT TO GO TODAY SINCE IT WAS THE WORST DAY. Valentine's Day. And not cruel math teacher Valentine, but the day of lovers, and Jace no longer had a lover. She had left him because what they had was forbidden and should never have been started.

In the back seat, he pulled his phone out to read the message from his former lover again.

I can't do this anymore, I'm so sorry

He couldn't believe it when he read that, and was determined to put it right. But Clary was having none of it, seeing as she constantly ignored him at school or on the few occasions they ran into each other outside of the classroom.

"You okay back there?" Isabelle asked from the passenger side.

He mumbled an incoherent response and glared out the window.

He couldn't stand to see Clary today, the day where roses would be given out in class; and lovers were free to canoodle in the hallways. Even teachers seemed more caring on this day, and it sickened him. He didn't get to be happy so why should everyone else?

Jace put his headphones for his iPod in and listened to the lyrics of the song that so related to him on this day.

My insides all turned to ash, so slow,and blew away as I collapsed, so cold,a black wind took them away, from sight,and held the darkness over day, that night

He couldn't even comprehend why Clary would leave him, after that song, after the bracelet she had sent him at Christmas—that he still wore as a reminder of happier times. After all of it, she threw his feelings back in his face. Was she only acting? Did she really still love him and was only pulling away because it was forbidden? He had to speak to her.

And the clouds above move closer,Looking so dissatisfied,But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing,I used to be my own protection, but not now,Cause my path had lost direction, somehow,A black wind took you away, from sight,And held the darkness over day, that night

But how could he speak to her when she did not wish to even acknowledge his presence?

And the clouds above move closer,Looking so dissatisfied,And the ground below grew colder,As they put you down inside,But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

How can he make her see that he was irrevocably in love with her?

So now you're gone, and I was wrong,I never knew what it was like, to be alone

Jace let the words wash over him, let the lyrics go deep inside of him, thinking, wondering, waiting.

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day,On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day,On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day(I used to be my own protection, but not now)

Valentine's Day? Was that the answer to his problems?

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)

Should he give her an impromptu Valentine song?

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day(I used to be my own protection, but not now)

The answer was there in the deep recesses of his mind, it was coming forward, showing him what he had to do.

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)

As the song finished he sat in thought, ignoring the song that played straight after it.

The answer? What was it?

Then it hit him, like a truck, slamming into him he thought he would actually be thrown back from the sheer force of it.

Got it!

Clary had been dreading this day for a little over a month now. Since she broke things off with Jace.

She felt as if she acted irrationally, but what her mother and Simon had said was right. He was too young, a student. She couldn't be with him freely like she could Raphael, who she was back with much to his enjoyment.

Clary had not been dreading this day as much as she had been dreading this hour. Fourth hour. Her senior class and also the hour that the Valentine's roses were handed out.

As the class came in Clary set up the VHS, since they were studying Romance and it was Valentine's Day, she thought a romance movie was in order and had picked up the first one she could find and hoped it would suffice.

As the whole class, including Jace, sat and eyed the TV with relief Clary addressed them.

"Since it is the day of year for love and we're studying Romance, I thought a movie was in order. Roses will also be delivered this hour so that will interrupt us, but we can finish this through next week." It was Friday today so Clary had a whole weekend to relax and forget about this day and the no doubt hundreds of Roses Jace would receive. "The movie is The Holiday and I'll read the back for those who may not know what it is about.

'Two beautiful women, Amanda Woods (Cameron Diaz) and Iris Simpkins (Kate Winslet) both find themselves at the end of failed relationships just before Christmas. Amanda decides to take a two week vacation and surfs the internet. She meets Iris online, and they agree to swap their homes for the holidays. Amanda lives in Los Angeles and Iris lives in the countryside of Surrey, England. Even though they now have a change of scenery and want no contact with men, they are both still depressed and lonely. But things are about to change when Iris' brother Graham (Jude Law) drops by Iris' house and meets Amanda. On the other side of the world, Iris meets Miles (Jack Black) a film composer. Romance is in the air and sparks are about to fly.'"

Clary looked up to see her class giving her impatient stares and sighed. "I see all you want is to watch it, fine." Clary shoved the video that she had recorded from TV not long ago, knowing it would be good for something and pressed play, flicking the lights off and sitting in her chair, avoiding the penetrating golden eyes of her former lover.

Look up! Look at me! Jace chanted in his mind, trying to get Clary to meet his eyes, but she wasn't having it. She kept her head facing the TV and didn't dare look his way.

She looked so irresistible, dressed in a Leopard duo dress with gladiator type ankle sandals, but he did see something that pleased him and that was his necklace hanging around her neck. As for him he wore a simple gray cotton T-Shirt, black coated jeans, his black chucks and the square link bracelet Clary had sent him at Christmas. How he missed her. The smell of her hair, strawberry. The smell of her skin, apricot. The smile that was his and his alone to look at. Her lips against his, her skin on his skin, her moans and pleas, her presence, her body, her...everything.

He was a fool. Clary was far too good for him, he didn't deserve her, but it was too late. The answer he had been seeking, the plan he formed was already set in motion.

A good forty minutes into the lesson and a knock sounded on the door. Clary sighed, paused the tape and opened it to five guys delivering roses.

"Go ahead," she said and sat back down. Jace was anxious.

There were four colors of roses to choose from; pink, yellow, red and white and each had a different meaning. Pink being a crush or secret admirer, yellow meaning friendship, red meaning love and white meaning forever. Jace received about 5 pink roses and a yellow one from Izzy.

Izzy received 10 pink ones, one red and two yellow. Maia received a red one and a yellow one. Aline received 2 pink ones. Alec received a Red one and blushed. Magnus received a yellow and a red one. Sebastian got a pink one as did Jonathan, and Malachi got a yellow one. Meliorn received a pink one. Then Jace faced the front where Clary had also been given roses.

A yellow one, no doubt from Simon, a pink one from Sebastian given the way he was eyeing her and 11 red ones and one white courtesy of himself. Clary looked flustered and thanked the kids delivering the Roses and sent them on their way. Clary's piercing green gaze met Jace's golden one and he knew that she knew it was he who sent that bouquet to her and the poem attached, he had to think fast and it was corny but hopefully it would convince her of his love.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I never knew love

Until I met you

Jace Herondale did poetry as well as lyrics, oh yeah!

"You know what guys, I think I'll let you go earlier so you can put your Roses in the vases you no doubt have somewhere or, since you're seniors, leave and take them home as long as you come back and we'll continue this movie tomorrow." Clary looked distinctively at Jace and he knew he had to stay.

As the room emptied Jace walked to the front, standing opposite of Clary's desk as she looked at him in a calculating way.

"Jace," she finally spoke. "Please tell me you didn't send these."

"That would be lying to you." He responded automatically, not looking at her.

Clary groaned. "Jace, why on earth would you send me red and white roses?" She asked in disbelief at what he had done.

"Because I will love you forever." He finally met her gaze and held it, she looked as if she could not look away from him, but her vocal chords still worked wonders.

"You don't mean that." She said sounding a little choked up.

"Don't tell me what I feel." He responded with a bit of venom in his tone that made her flinch.

"You're eighteen; you don't know what you feel."

"Yes. I. Do!" He suddenly yelled.

"No, you think you do, but you don't. Trust me when I was eighteen I thought I had found true love, but he found some other girl more entertaining," she sneered the word. "Than me."

"I may be young, but I know what love is and it is right here, in front of me. Whether you love me or not I will always love you."

"You think I did what I did because I didn't love you?" She seemed stunned by that.

"Why else would you do it?"

"Because it was the only way to protect us both." At his confused expression she continued. "If someone found out about us, then you would be expelled, shunned and I didn't want that for you."

"What would happen to you?" He asked quietly.

"I would be fired, probably jailed, never to teach again." She sighed and sat back in her seat. Jace walked around the desk until he stood before her and she stood also, due to her not wearing heels she had to look up at him.

"Why didn't you tell me this to my face instead of by text?" He asked in a strained voice. It had hurt him deeply that she could not face him.

"Because I wouldn't have been able to go through with it." She admitted, looking down as if the clear nail polish on her toenails had become very intriguing.

Jace put his fingers under her chin until she looked at him. "Clary, why would you do that? I told you we could keep this hidden until I graduate and you felt ready to go public with our relationship. Why not talk to me about it?"

"Because you wouldn't have listened, you would have said that everything would work out and I'd believe you, but eventually something would drive us apart."

"Why not say this at first? To my face?"

"Because of the way you are looking at me now." She turned from him and walked to the back of the room. Jace followed and stood behind her, his breath hitting the back of her neck.

"And how am I looking at you Clary?" She kept her back turned as she answered.

"Like you're in love with me."

"Because I am. I am." He kissed the back of her neck as his hands ran over her shoulders and down her arms.

"Jace, please stop." She sounded on the verge of tears but he kept his forehead in between her shoulder blades.

"You don't want me to stop."

"Yes I do, please Jace please stop."

"No." And he spun her around kissing her hard on the mouth.

He spun Clary around, he was a whirl of gold and white and then his mouth was hard on hers. She was hesitant, unyielding, at first but this was Jace and his lips were against her own and she couldn't not kiss him back and tangle her hands in his golden curls. She was powerless, like so many others.

Jace lifted her off the ground and slammed her into the wall, pressing his body hard against hers. Clary groaned into his mouth, missing this, missing him!

He pulled back and licked the shell of her ear. Breathing heavy he spoke, "Do you still think it was a good idea to break us up?"

"Shut up and kiss me." She responded fisting his shirt and pulling his lips to hers. They groaned at the same time as Jace fumbled for the doorknob of the back storeroom. Clary was backed into the room as Jace kicked the door closed; turning to lock it Clary began kissing up his throat.

"Jace, not the closet thing again, its Valentine's Day and this is so not a romantic make-up." Clary complained as she stepped away from him. Jace grasped her elbows, pulling her arms up to wrap around his neck.

"This is a storeroom Clary, therefore different from a closet." Clary shook her head.

"I did not miss that smartass-ness, that's for sure." She mumbled. "But I did miss this," she kissed his chin. "I missed this," she kissed his temple. "I missed this," she kissed his cheek. "This," she kissed down his jaw line. "This," she kissed down his neck, Jace trembling. "This," she licked along his collarbone. "This," she took his shirt off and began kissing down his body until she was on her knees peppering kisses over his hard abs.

"Clary..." Jace sighed as she got back up. Leaning toward each other, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop if things went further, condom or no condom she couldn't stop herself if she and Jace—

The shrill sound of the bell brought her from her trance.

Clary blinked. Jace was before her, shirtless and hot and she was dishevelled. How could she have been so stupid?

She wanted this, oh boy did she ever, but not like this.

Jace must have read her mind.

"My Grandmother is away for the weekend, I'll get a lift with you after school and we'll go to my place." It wasn't a demand but it wasn't a request either.

She only nodded as he pulled his shirt back on, kissing her forehead and going to the cafeteria.

What was she getting herself back into?

Jace was beyond anxious, nervous and patient as he waited for Clary to take them back to his place.

She had told him she needed to stay back for a few minutes to sort something out.

He had now been waiting 20 minutes and he was not at all happy.

Had she changed her mind? Was she already gone? Was she mulling over her decision?

He could see her car so no, she wasn't gone but he couldn't see her and that was the problem.

Come on, how long does it take to—finally!

He saw her fiery red hair as she emerged from the door next to him. She lifted her head and saw him before walking to her car, gesturing for him to follow her.

As they strapped themselves into the car Jace couldn't help but notice how anxious she looked.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he watched her start the car.

"Perfectly fine," she replied and began driving. Jace sighed and sat back in his seat as Clary drove the familiar route to his home.

As she stopped the car Jace knew something was wrong by the look on her face.

"Jace, we need to talk." At that Jace got out and slammed the car door in his wake.

"Jace wait!" Clary yelled behind him as he un-locked the front door and stepped into the house with her hot on his heels. He locked the door behind her and dumped his bag before heading to the living room, ignoring her protests.

"Jace stop!" She yelled and he did, turning to face her tear streaked face.

"What?" He barked out, not caring that she was upset until he knew she loved him and wasn't leaving him and wanted to talk about the weather.

"I can't do this anymore. I can't want you so much and love you but pursue this. Jace you're my student, do you know what that means? If anyone found out about us our lives would go down the drain, we would be shunned by everyone we care about just because we fell for one another and—" Whatever else she was about to say was cut off by Jace's mouth on hers. He couldn't stand her talking about how they couldn't work when it was so obvious they could. They could, all she had to do was let down her boundaries and get that bug out of her ass!

"Jace," she breathed heavily as she pushed him back. "What? I...oh screw it!" Her arms were around him, bringing him closer to her while lifting her legs to wrap around his waist at the same time.

Jace held the small of her back hard against him and carried her up to his bedroom, thanking the angel that he bought condoms, and deposited Clary on the bed before devouring her mouth and tongue once more.

Jace felt sudden heat pass through him as Clary began sensually sucking on his tongue and her hands travelled up his back to pull his shirt over his head. She began kissing down his jaw and neck and then sucking on his collarbone while he unzipped her dress from the back and let it fall to the floor so she was standing there in her black bra and panties, he groaned from the sight and feel of this.

"You're so beautiful Clary it hurts." He had her on the bed now and began dragging his lips down her chest and stomach to the thin lace material that was separating her from him.

Clary's hips thrust upward and Jace groaned into the skin of her thigh as he went lower to remove her shoes.

They sat up, Jace in boxer briefs, black, and Clary in panties and a bra, also black.

"Are you sure?" He asked shakily.

"More sure than anything." She kissed him softly and they fell back onto the bed, Jace on top of her and Clary on the bottom.

He licked all the way down to her core, meeting her eyes and said.

"You don't know how long I've waited for you."

Clary was beneath him, Jace was balancing his weight on his elbows. The condom wrapper lay to the side of them, lubricated and ribbed.

"Are you sure?" Jace asked, his breath blowing her hair from her face.

"Positive, I want you Jace."

Jace lowered himself and buried his face into her neck. He thrust forward, feeling her womanly warmth and her small gasp.

"Oh Jace," She moaned as he began thrusting in and out of her. "Faster!" She screamed and he complied to her every will.

"Clary," he growled into her hair as he moved against her. Skin on skin, sweat on sweat and lips on lips.

They moved equally, each knowing when to slow down, go harder or kiss at the right moment.

Clary's moans made it hard for Jace to stop from cumming, looking at her face was even harder, she looked so beautiful. Exquisite. And she was all his.

Jace had never felt as good as he did now, right at this moment. And it was only the beginning.

There I finished! I know it took a really long time, but life happens.

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