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Chapter 10: Beat It

Jace's Point of View

At some point in the night while dwelling on my misery, I fell asleep. I tossed and turned all night, never reaching the red-head in my dream. It was one of those nightmares were you know no matter how fast you run, you'll never catch up.

It was like running through quicksand for the speed that I was traveling at. It sucked that I'm a hell of a runner, but here I was as slow as a baby for all the progress I made. Well, I cynically thought, the more you struggle, the faster you sink as they say.

It was rather aggravating how I only saw the back of her head but then again, did I really want to see her face? It would bring back everything that I tried shoving down in my heart and locking but every time I saw her, it opened like she had some kind of master key. It wasn't fair that my own dream would tease me like this; if I even see the back of Clary, of course I want to see her more!

The red-head that I was chasing transformed gladly into someone with slivery blonde hair, so blonde that it could almost look white. The girl was even faster than the red-head and was taller. I gritted my teeth when I realized who it was; I wanted – no needed – to find out more about her. Stupid girl, I wanted to hiss. Why couldn't you have left me alone, Samara?

Then, the person shifted into someone else again. This girl – why all girls? – had pin straight black hair. When she swung her arms back while she was jogging lightly, as it seemed, I could see that her skin had slivery white lines covering it, and she turned her head ever so slightly that I could just make out the curve of her eye. Aline.

Shit, I cursed. I so don't want to think about her right now. But of course, in nightmares, whatever you want doesn't happen. My mind went back to the club, and I saw myself giving Aline a peck on the cheek. STOP! I wanted to roar out. I wanted to so badly end this dream and just pull out all my hair.

I had my doubts about actually doing that, but there was no doubt now. My subconscious mind told me exactly what I didn't want to know. I don't even know why I did that. Maybe since she saved my life. Maybe due to the fact she had a thing for me. Maybe I did that since I had downed one too many drinks. I was pretty sure it was the latter; it seemed to most reasonable. Either way, I didn't mean it. I had only one heart, and I already gave it away; I have nothing to give to her. I wasn't interested in playing with her since it just went so well with Samara.

Clary's Point of View

After taking one look at the rune, I took a step backward only to trip. It was a talent I had; tripping over nothing. It takes skill, take it from me.

Great talent, I thought sarcastically. I didn't even know how I could be sarcastic at a time like this. For the Angel's sake, my so called dreams were anything but. It was a good thing I didn't jump out that window…

But why, I mused, would we need a past rune? Why do we need to be able to see the past? What was the point of this rune? So I could just hurt over him some more?

Then realization struck me; that was Jace's real ancestor. I was shocked out of my mind, I even felt a little numb and I was pretty sure that being numb wasn't exactly a good thing.

I actually saw Jace's ancestor named Will. I actually saw the Dark Sisters. I actually saw a Shadowhunter helping the mundie.

I never really thought about how our ancestors could have been, well, like us. All the things I noticed that were similar about them weren't just because I was still not over Jace; it was because it was real.

I was actually in London! I marveled. Wow, I never really went out of state, no surprise there.

I glanced back up at the run; I was still on the floor, sitting on my rear, my hands holding me up behind me and my legs sprawled in front of me. It was still there, as if it was mocking me. I couldn't really see it – thank the Angel for that – unless I knew it was there. I glanced at the clock; apparently going through the Past Portal – I couldn't think of anything else to really call it and I don't think it was exactly a time machine seeing that it can't go into the future – took real time out of the day.

But I felt well rested; perhaps the portal was like semi sleeping. No wonder I thought that it was a dream.

Comprehension dawned upon me again. I always landed on my hardwood floor, like I feel down after I opened the door was because I fell back into my room from the Portal. So, I really didn't fall out of my "bed". Well, at least it made sense, I was wondering why I was always ended up on the floor in front of my door.

Ironically, the portal was drawn on my door. I wasn't sure if you needed a door to make the portal work but I still found it weird that it was drawn on the door. Like the door to the past. Hmm, I thought while sitting up, pretzel style. I drummed my fingers on the floor. Maybe I could call it Door to the Past. Nah, too long. How about the DP for short? It was better than 'Past Portal' or worse, the PP.I giggled childishly at that.

So the DP it is! I thought; glad that I could give it a name. I wanted to check if it would work on just the wall and not the door but I didn't want to take my chances right now. I didn't even know what you can and can't do; I'm just making up the rules as I go.

I pushed myself off my rear and headed to shower seeing that it was time for me to go training.

.o.O.o.

I put a hand above my eyes; the sun had decided to glare at me. It was hot, not the perfect kind of day. It was like five degrees too much. Luckily there was a steady cool breeze that made it bearable. I could feel the sun warming my back as I walked, humming.

I had a rather quick shower – the DP spit me out of it late – I had coffee headed out. I was still late which is why I didn't get real breakfast. Luckily my mom was smart enough to make me some coffee; I can go without breakfast but coffee is like water to me. Jocelyn swears that if I continue this, I'm going to end up like Luke, who needs coffee like air.

She was strangely super happy again, not that I didn't want her happy, but it was kind of freaking me out. It was really weird. My parents were all lovey-dovey and what not but this was just getting plain weird. It was worse than it was during the beginning.

I remembered that I had complained to Jace about how it grossed me out at times. I remembered his eyes had danced with humor while he chuckled before I smacked his arm. He did say it was probably sucked but he didn't seem dwell on it too much like me. Well, he wasn't the one that had to see it every day for a while. Still, it was sort of cute that they were so in love. But they were my parents which made it sort of odd too.

My heart constricted at the thought of Jace. Jace, I sighed mentally. What was I going to do about him? Obviously, Izzy knew what happened but I wasn't sure that Jace was the one that told her about it. I'm pretty sure she figured it out after I went down the elevator and Jace chasing me.

However Izzy didn't say anything at all about her adopted brother during training; I could tell that she was pretty upset with him too. I smiled slightly as I long passed the Hermes statue and I continued down the street that no one noticed that I had suddenly popped into. Izzy was being such a good friend even if she shouldn't be upset with Jace for much longer.

My smile quickly fell as I passed continued walking. Aw, hell! I cursed, wanting to curse much, much worse. I forgot that Izzy was only training me that one day. Meaning I was training with Jace today. I'm such an idiot! How did I not realize this? Stupid, stupid Clary! I thought while face palming myself.

I looked up, surprised to see that I was still walking after those thoughts and I was nearly right in front of the Institute. Well, I thought sarcastically, drawing the words out, there go my chances to run away and fake being sick.

Not that I would actually do that. I didn't know if I was too much of a coward to do that or strong enough to resist. Either way, there was no turning back now.

I looked up after having a weird feeling that someone was looking at me. I glanced around nervously, secretly glad that the Institute was now looming in front of me. The doors opened and I glanced around, fear settling in the pit of my stomach.

Jace's Point of View

Surprisingly enough, I, Jace Herondale/Lightwood was scared. Scared of Clary. And her reaction.

I was pacing back and forth off of the Institute doors, my hands gripped together behind me. I woke up this morning, from my stupid changing nightmare after I admitted to myself that I actually had kissed Aline on the cheek, no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise.

I took a long shower and took forever eating breakfast, my mind flickering back and forth between all three girls. Great, I thought sarcastically, I was wrong before. I have three women problems. I added as an afterthought, four, if you count Miss oh so dramatic. Not that she doesn't have every right. Still, it didn't mean that it didn't hurt.

It seemed like everyone was angry with me. Well, the universe wanted to mess me up once again. Not happening, I silently thought to the universe.

I could do this, I thought reassuringly to myself. She's not going to bite my head off. Yet, I added mentally, not really helping.

I pushed the curtains aside, peeking out of the windows that were conveniently near the door. My breath stopped short. Nearing the Institute was Clary. I saw her smile before it fell and I furrowed my brows. What was she so – oh, she probably realized that she was training with me. Maybe she was going to bite my head off.

She looked like she was mentally cursing. Ah, I thought huffily, the effect I have on people. I continued watching her and it looked like she was mentally scolding herself, probably calling herself 'stupid'. How could she say that? She was the smartest, the most beautiful…

Clary suddenly looked up and I peered through the curtains with only tiny crack that after that which was only big enough to let me see out of one eye. She looked like she was taken aback to see that she was already here. Nice to know she's absolutely dying to meet me, I sardonically thought. I noticed that every time that she was worried – like how she was now – she chewed her bottom lip. I wasn't even sure if she knew that she was even doing it.

Clary looked up right up at the Institute, probably feeling my gaze. I quickly fell back from the curtain before daring to stealing a look out again. She was now glancing around, still wary. She looked kind of scared. Aha, I thought humorlessly, as if I would bite her head off. I paused. Well, I can see that she might think that since the last time she saw me after I broke up with her was me chasing her down the stairs.

As she opened the doors, I stopped pacing and leaned casually against the wall, acting as if I didn't have a care in the world. I already decided that I wasn't going to talk to her about what happened and just act like I usually did before I met Clary: being an 'asshat' and arrogant.

She looked around, as if she was still cagey – I could only imagine why – and then she closed the doors behind her as she looked up at me.

My voice caught in my throat. I wasn't prepared to speak with her. At all. Not after what I've done to her, after all the pain and misery I caused her. I was pretty sure she was still feeling that way, just like me. Maybe she wouldn't even talk to me, or her voice was caught in her throat too.

"Jace," she said with a nod. Or not. She seemed perfectly fine actually, surprising enough to me. I thought that she might not have come, call in sick or whatever. But here she is, standing in front of my own two eyes. She wasn't going to let a douche like me get in her training; she would try to be brave. Or maybe she just is. Or maybe, I thought, she doesn't care anymore. Not, not possible. Well, even if she was – which she wasn't – it was what I wanted.

I looked at her up and down. She still looked as gorgeous as ever. She wore a shirt that was the see-throughish kind that had red stripes and underneath she was wearing a red tank top. She wore deep blue jean shorts and had her flaming red hair tied in a high ponytail. Why, I complained to the Angel, did you have to make her look extra pretty with the red accenting her hair today? And I thought that the green tank top that matched her eyes were bad. Well, bad in a good way. I don't even think I'm making sense anymore.

"Clary." I nodded to her as well. We walked to the training room in silence. I was aware of her walking a pace behind me the whole time and the tension hung heavily in the air.

We finally got into the training room and changed in the designed locker rom. I changed into black shorts and a tight white. Shit, I thought with dread. I was wearing Clary's favorite colors on me. Great, just great. Just what I needed.

I went outside, sitting on one of the stack of mats, waiting patiently for her. We were going to practice hand to hand combat today. Clary wasn't looking forward to it before although she didn't tell me that. I'm pretty sure she was now.

I sighed and took out my stele, filing my nails. Someone cleared their throat. I looked up to see Clary wearing a yellow tank top and black boy shorts. "Yes," I drawled out, purposefully to annoy her. I don't even know why I did that. I still had the stupid habit of pissing people off when I wasn't in a good mood, like I was ever since I broke up with her. Or maybe that was how I acted to everyone except Clary and now that I was, it felt unusual. Apparently that didn't stop me.

Clary gave me a look and put her hands on her hips. Here comes her fiery don't-mess-with-me-ness. "Jace," she said impatiently. "Training?" I continued to file my nails, just to piss her off. It was stupid thing about me; I can't stop hurting people when I wasn't feeling good. I was like a bully, since I was 'insecure', I made others insecure. More like, I was pissed off, so I make you pissed off. I hated doing that but I couldn't help it. It was just the way I was. I bet Clary probably thinks I really hate her when that was true in the least.

"You'll get fired from teaching me if you do that," she warned. She added a second later, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" I could tell that she was narrowing her eyes at me without even looking up. I clenched my jaw and I felt my shoulders tense, wanted to tell how just how wrong she was. She didn't know anything.

I finally looked up at her, to see that I was right – she was narrowing her eyes at me and her hands still on her hips. Her face was impassive. I looked harder at her, trying to see what she really felt but I got nothing. That was weird, I could read Clary like a book, so why could I now? I could tell that something was bothering her though, and it wasn't just about me.

"Fine," I said, sounding bored. I tossed the stele behind me carelessly. "Okay, pupil," I started off, seeing that I already annoyed her by saying 'pupil' and ignored it. "Today we are doing hand to hand combat. Something I know that you were looking forward to for weeks."

Clary narrowed her eyes at me again, probably wondering why I was purposefully irking her. I mean, most people when they break up try to be nice, but look at me here, I'm being an asshat. "You know," I informed her, "that narrowing your eyes as often as you do isn't good for you."

"Oh, is that so?" she asked sarcastically. "Let's just get on with it." Then she muttered something along the lines of not wanting to be here longer than necessary. Ouch, that hurt. Why don't you just stick a knife through my heart while you're at it?

"Don't tell me what to do," I said in a high mighty voice, not letting her catch on to anything. "Now, today you are going to learn how to stop a demon from wrapping their hand, claws or whatever around you." I turned her around and she stiffened under my touch but didn't protest. "Now, let's say that I have you in an iron hold like this," I demonstrated, wrapping my arms around her tightly. She tense in response.

I'm pretty sure she would want to do anything else other than combat training but too bad. I think I was enjoying this too much for my own good, probably since I knew that we both liked each other while she didn't and wasn't too happy about me breaking up with her.

"Now, how are you going to get out of my hold?" I asked her, wanting her to think for herself.

"How about if I demonstrated?" she said, an odd emotion in her voice. She would never have asked that before.

"Good idea pupil," I said while smirking. I'm pretty sure she even knew I was even though she couldn't see me.

"Okay, go." Without any more convincing like she would have needed before, she stomped down on my left foot – dammit, she knew I was a lefty – hard and in surprise, I loosened my hold on her.

In response, she twisted around in my arms and…punched my nose with some difficulty since she's so short. Still, I staggered back after letting ago and she smirked up at me.

"Need help, tutor?" she asked, still smirking. I pinched my nose with my index finger and thumb, hoping she didn't hurt it that bad. I drew my hand away, thankful that she didn't break it like she could have. Well, at least she wasn't that pissed at me, I thought. She still could have bitten my head off. Or maybe she just didn't want to get in trouble for hurting me too bad. I wanted to snort; Clary would never hurt me that bad, not matter how pissed she is at me. She's a kindred spirit. Unlike me. Like they say, I drawled out in my head, opposites attract.

I know it wasn't broken, but damn did it hurt. Who knew that such a shorty could pack that much in a punch to someone who was a head taller. "Very good pupil," I said through gritted teeth. I locked her in an iron hold again.

"Jace. Let go!" she commanded, probably perplexed as to why I would do that again. Revenge was probably what she was thinking.

"I'm going to tell you how to get out the way I would," I said, "unless of course, you don't want to." I shrugged even though she couldn't see it.

"Fine," she snapped. "Tell me."

"Oh, now you want to listen to me?" I commented, aggravating her for the hell of it. I was just stalling for time; I really just wanted to hold her a bit longer to make up for when she was going to hurt me. I honestly only am letting her do my way since I wanted to hold her. Not that she's going to know that. Ever.

Clary said nothing and continued to stand in a stiff position. Nice to know how much the girl you love hates you. Then again, it was my fault. "Okay, you passed the patience test," I said jokingly. She still didn't say anything.

"Fine," I said while sighing. "First I would elbow the person in the ribs and shove them backward. Okay?"

She only grunted in response before elbowing me hard in the stomach. Thank god she wasn't any shorter or else that would have hit the wrong spot. And it would have hurt a lot more than it did now.

Then she shoved me. Hard. I stumbled yet again and hit the mats with the back of my calves. "Nice," I said while grinning. She didn't return it, just looked at me with her mouth in a hard line and an inexpressive face. "Are you okay?" I asked, voicing my thoughts unintentionally.

She continued to look at me with the steadiness of her gaze piercing my heart. It was as if it asked, are you really asking me that?

"Look Clary," I said taking a step closer, holding up my hands, palms facing her how a criminal might show a police that he isn't armed, "I–"

"I what? Huh, I what? What is there left to say?" she spat out at me, voice rising steadily while crossing her arms.

"I didn't know you felt that way," I said. It was half-true half-lie. I had a feeling this might happen but with Clary, you can never be sure. I still had my arms up like a criminal. I might as well be one.

"Of course you didn't. You don't feel anything oh Mr. high and mighty," she venomously said.

"Look I–"

"There is nothing left that you can say, Jace," she said in a firm voice. I could hear the unspoken words: nothing left that you can say that can make it better.

"I–"

She glared at me. "Just do what you're suppose to do, train me. That's it."

"Do you mind? I'm trying to talk here but you keep interrupting me every time I try to," I blurted out before she could interrupt me again.

"I didn't interrupt you there, did I?" she asked coolly. Her voice was icy enough to cut through glass.

I gritted my teeth, trying to control my raising temper. "What do you want me to say?" I finally said after awkward tension.

"Nothing," her response was curt. "I want nothing to do with you. Comprendo?"

"Oh, don't use Spanish on me cobeza roja. Have you forgotten that I am fluent in Spanish and other languages?"

She flushed. "Of course Mr. I'm so arrogant. It's just what people say – well, you won't get it." She looked away angrily. "And do not call me a red head. It's pretty obvious that I am," she added as an afterthought.

"I'm surprised that you understood that." Okay, I wasn't because I'm pretty sure everyone knows what rojo is red and it's pretty obvious that I meant that after finding out what rojo meant. Plus, she took a couple of years of Spanish in school anyways, so she should know. It was funny that I still remembered insignificant things like that.

"So what do you think I am? Stupid?" she asked angrily, her cheeks turning into the same flaming red as her hair.

"I never said that."

"Well, it seemed implied," she argued.

I came closer to her, surprised that she didn't move away. She just stood her ground, angrily. I put my hands on either sides of her arms. "Look–"

"Do not freakin' touch me," she spat and pushed me away roughly. "Stay away from me."

"Clary–"

"What?" she shrieked, moving her hands through the air angrily.

"I'm sorry if–" I started, trying to put everything that happened into that sorry; about breaking up wither her; hurting her; touching her.

"You're sorry? YOU'RE SORRY? You have no freakin' right to touch me Jace. No right."

I watched her stalk out the room mumbling under her breath heatedly while I was wondering what the fuck have I done.

Clary's Point of View

I saw Jace as I opened the door, staring at him for a second before composing myself. It seemed like he wasn't going to say anything. Fine, well, I'm not going to be rude.

"Jace." I nodded at him, bearing no emotion. Two could play this game.

It was a second before he replied, after looking at me up and down. I felt like slapping him. "Clary." He nodded back.

We walked to the training room in silence, and changed. I had a simple yellow tank top and black boy shorts; sometimes, during certain things, if I wore shorts, you can see my underwear. How nice. Therefore, I wear boy shorts, and I got to admit, they are pretty comfy. No wonder boys wear them all the time.

I padded back into the training room, quite like a regular Shadowhunter now. I smiled inwardly before glancing up. He sat onto of some mats, filing his nails with his stele. I rolled my eyes; it was a stupid and bad habit that he had.

I looked at him, as he seemed to not notice my presence. Or rather, maybe he didn't want to notice it. He was wearing a white fitted t-shirt, showing his muscles and abs even though they weren't flexed. And, he was wearing black shorts; meaning he was wearing my two favorite colors on him. I don't know if he did it on purpose or not – either way, it still sucked. Even if he was an asshat, he was still pretty hot, no denying that. No one he was – still is – a Casanova.

I cleared my throat, announcing my presence since he obviously wasn't going to say anything. He looked up and drawled out a yes. I was taken aback. I thought that you know, that he was going to be nice or try not to be an asshat – which was pretty hard for that jackass – since he broke up with me, but nooo. Of course not. Pissing me off. Maybe it was piss-off Clary week or something. People were doing a pretty good job with it. Izzy forcing me to go shopping with her – even if I did get a hot dress – everyone acting either all lovey-dovey, which I couldn't handle at the moment, or douches, like Jace for example.

I really didn't know why he was trying to piss me off – or maybe that's just how he is. Either way, I was liking Will more and more by each passing second.

I gave him a look and put my hands on my hips, translation: don't mess. "Jace," I said impatiently. The faster we train, the faster I can get the hell out of here. "Training?" I stated the obvious.

He continued filing his nails like the idiot he was. Come on, I inwardly groaned. "You'll get fired from teaching me if you do that," I warned him. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I wasn't going to see Jace any other time – willingly or not – other than training. And I wasn't going to lose that. And that's when it sunk in.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I narrowed my eyes at him, wanting an answer. I could see the skin over his jaw tighten. He was probably clenching it. Even his shoulders were tensing. Nice. I hit a soft spot. Well, it wasn't like he didn't deserve it. Stupid boy, playing games with me. He should know better than to mess with me.

He looked back up at me and I made sure that I had a poker face on, one that Jace could never read, since, well, we told each other everything, so he had no need to learn how to read the cracks in them. He looked like he was concentrating at my face, probably trying to read it. Too bad, I thought unsympathetically.

"Fine," he said, sounding insanely bored and not answering what I said earlier. It was like he heard every other word I said. Yeah, well you were just staring at me three seconds ago, jerk face. So don't act like that. He tossed his stele behind him carelessly.

"Okay, pupil," he started off, already successfully frustrating me. Bitch, I thought savagely. I don't know what I saw in you. Okay, that was a lie but he was acting like such a...

"Today we are doing hand to hand combat. Something I know that you were looking forward to for weeks." Shit. I forgot we were doing that! Great, just great. And I thought my day was already bad enough. I guess the universe was done being nice to me. And it just loved proving me wrong.

I narrowed my eyes on him. Does he want me to kill him? Because I think he does. I could feel my anger rising each time he said or did something and let me tell you, he does that a lot. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer but I tried since I knew he wanted to purposefully piss me off. I wasn't just about give what he wanted on a sliver platter.

I mean, maybe he's doing what he always does to himself, hurting others to hurt himself? And he doesn't have any demons to kill since he has to train me. Maybe he feels bad about breaking up with me and he's being like this to hurt himself for being an idiot and doing that. Hope grew in my chest before I squashed it without mercy. I wasn't going to let that stupid hope blossom. That was impossible. Jace was – is – heartless.

And isn't hurting me now going to hurt him even more later? He may not realize it now, but he will afterwards. Pissing me off is going to make him feel worse so I guess I can see his crazy logic in it. Hurt me to hurt him. Looks like he's already doing a good job. Or maybe he was always like that and I didn't notice it since I was heads-over-heels for him. Not anymore. I see all the flaws in him that I hadn't seen before. Flaws that should have been obvious to me.

"You know," he informed me, "that narrowing your eyes as often as you do isn't good for you." I purposefully kept my eyes narrowed at him. Serves that douche right.

I didn't know that seeing him would evoke so many feelings in me – feelings I didn't know I had before. "Oh, is that so?" I asked. "Let's just get on with it." I mumbled under my breath, sure he wasn't going it hear it, I don't want to be here with you any longer than I have to. It was true; I really wish I could just bolt out the door now.

"Don't tell me what to do," he said in his I'm-so-superior-and-you're-not voice. "Now, today you are going to learn how to stop a demon from wrapping around you." SHIT! Why that? Why? I wailed mentally. Of course he would just have to do it today.

He turned me around and I stiffened; he was lucky I didn't kill him on the spot. It was the best I could do from keeping from killing him. I don't think he would appreciate that much. Not, I thought, as if he appreciates anything. I knew I was being unreasonable – as well as him – but I couldn't help it. He just provoked me so badly.

"Now, let's say that I have you in an iron hold like this," he demonstrated, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I tensed. I remembered how so many times before, he did it lovingly. There was nothing to this. I mentally slapped myself for thinking about that. I resisted the urge to punch him in the face, or worse, kick him below the belt. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

"Now, how are you going to get out of my hold?" he asked, stating the obvious.

I had to do some action. "How about if I demonstrated?" I asked him, a bit glad that I get to hurt him. At least he will understand about one-millionth of what I was feeling.

"Good idea pupil," he said while smirked. I didn't even have to turn around to know, I just did. I waited for him to tell me to start. "Okay, go."

This is what you get, I thought as I, without hesitation, stomped down on his left foot purposefully. He was a lefty and this was just going to annoy him more. He loosened his hold and he made a noise involuntarily. I twisted in his arms like so many times before I kissed him and…

Punched him square in the nose. Guess I didn't squash down the feeling of punching him in the face properly. It was hard since he was so freakin' tall but I got in a pretty good punch. Simon was right, if he hurt me, I could kick his ass myself. I was faster, stronger and, in my opinion, prettier than before. Even fiercer.

He staggered back from my punch and I felt a small amount of satisfaction. Jace, who never was ungraceful, just stumbled by me, Clary. I think it was more out of surprise that I actually hit him than anything else but still, I smirked at him. Oh, whoever said revenge isn't sweet? I thought.

"Need help, tutor?" I asked him, emphasizing the word tutor. I was still smirking at him. He pinched his nose with his fingers, probably checking to see if I broke it. I rolled my eyes; I wouldn't hurt him that bad. Yet.

"Very good pupil," he said, probably through gritted teeth with the way he sounded. I still don't get why all of a sudden he decided to use pupil. Even when I hurt him he said pupil. By the Angel, I thought. He's still attempting to annoy me.

He locked me in an iron hold again. What the hell! "Jace," I commanded. "Let go."

"I'm going to tell you how to get out the way I would," he said, "unless of course, you don't want to." I felt him shrugging from where my back was against him. He's giving me another opportunity to hit him? Sweeeeeet,I thought.

"Fine. Tell me," I snapped at him.

"Oh, now you want to listen to me?" he commented. I was going to stay silent until he keeps his big fat mouth shut. I wasn't going to fall into one of his traps to make me angry.

"Okay," he said jokingly. "You pass the patience test." I still said nothing. I was not going to joke him. I stood in my stiff position until he finally decides to tell me what he needs to and nothing more.

"Fine," he resignedly sighed, giving up. Haha, I though mockingly. "First I would elbow the person in the ribs and shove them backward. Okay?"

I grunted in response. A second later I was jamming my elbow into his stomach. I didn't want to tell him, but damn did that hurt! That was so going to bruise. Oh well, I guess I'll need an iratze then.

I then shoved him as hard as I would shove a demon. Hell, he was a demon. My person demon, here to make my life miserable.

He stumbled again and hit the mats with the back of his calves. "Nice," he said while grinning. It wasn't one of those fake one, it was one of his real ones. Who does he think he is? Acting as if nothing happened? And not ten seconds ago, he was purposefully being a douche!

I didn't return his smile, I pressed my lips together in a hard line and kept my face impassive. "Are you okay?" he asked, seeming to not meaning to ask me that. Oh yeah, great, you know. You out of all people, should not be asking me that. Buffon! I thought, wanting to so badly say them out loud.

"Look Clary," he said, taking tentative steps closer to me. I stood my ground but calmed my lips together even harder. I wasn't going to take this 'it's not you, it's me' speech that all dumbass boys have. I wasn't here for that. If I could have my way, I would never see him ever again. But he was my trainer, so I couldn't do anything about that. "I–"

"I what?" I interrupted him, crossing my arms. "Huh, I what? What is there left to say?" I spat at him, unable to control myself. My temper blew; I was like a volcano that wasn't allowed to explode before, but now that I am, the red-hot lava is flowing freely.

"I didn't know you felt that way," he said. BULLSHIT! I wanted to scream at his face. Lucky for him, I had enough in me to not scream that, no matter how much I wanted to.

"Of course you didn't. You don't feel anything oh Mr. high and mighty," I said venomously instead.

"Look I–"

"There is nothing left that you can say, Jace," I said firmly. That can make it better, wanted to add but I didn't. I didn't want to hear any of the crap he had to say. Any of it.

"I–"

I glared at him. "Just do what you're suppose to do, train me. That's it."

"Do you mind? I'm trying to talk here but you keep interrupting me every time I try to," he said. Well, I wonder why I don't let you talk. I sarcastically thought. It was like he heard every other word I said. I did not want to talk to him. What wasn't there to get?

"I didn't interrupt you there, did I?" I asked coolly.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening, the skin over it pulling over it. "What do you want me to say?" he finally got out after an awkward tension.

"Nothing. I want nothing to do with you. Comprendo?" I asked curtly.

"Oh, don't use Spanish on me cobeza roja. Have you forgotten that I am fluent in Spanish and other languages?" I felt like tearing him to shreds. Once upon a time ago, his Spanish and the other languages turned me on. That was a bad move to make.

"Of course Mr. I'm so arrogant. It's just what people say – well, you won't get it." I looked away. I still couldn't stand to look at him for that long and not feel some feelings arise back to the surface. And I wasn't about to let that happen. "And do not call me a red head. It's pretty obvious that I am," I added lamely. Well, it proved to him that I knew what he meant at least.

"I'm surprised that you understood that." Okay. He wanted to die. He should know better than that! I don't give a shit that we broke up; we still were together for nearly a freakin' year. He can't just pretend that the last year just didn't happen.

"So what do you think I am? Stupid?" I angrily asked. He was asking for it, that idiot. He knows better than to mess with me. I could feel my anger bubbling up inside of me and one more thing, even something little, can bring me over.

I needed to get out of here. Now.

"I never said that," he said defensively

"Well, it seemed implied," I argued, wanting to piss him off just so that I could leave, or even that he would leave.

Jace came closer to me – what, does he think that he could scare me that easily? I wasn't about to move away just because of our past. I wasn't going to act like a baby, especially in front of him. I so need him to know that I didn't need him.

When he put his hands on either side of my arms, I knew, I just knew, that he was really stupid. Seriously, what kind of girls did he deal with before? Well, I wasn't falling for any of his bullshit. "Look–" he started to say.

"Do not freakin' touch me," I spat at him. Seriously, he should know better. Seems like he should know a lot more than that fathead of his actually does know. All it held was – well, nothing. Not if he thought that he could touch me. He was pushing the limit when he even came closer to me. This was just beyond beyond.

I pushed him roughly away from him – sad that I could still feel his touch cause physical reactions to my body. My heart pulsed faster, my feet feeling giddy. But my more sensible head knew that this was right, despite the pain that my heart would feel. "Stay away from me."

"Clary–"

"What?" I screamed, having enough of this. I moved my hands through the air angrily and dramatically, giving it a good effect.

"I'm sorry if–" Here's the damn 'it's not you, it's me' talk. Yeah, well, did he think that maybe I don't want that bullshit talk? Obviously, he really didn't know me as well as I knew him. He should know better, out of all people. But then again, I thought he would never break up with me and look how right I turned out to be. Maybe we didn't know each other as well as we thought we did.

"You're sorry? YOU'RE SORRY? You have no freakin' right to touch me Jace. No right," I yelled at him, knowing that he deserved this. This was on behalf of all the girls that didn't have the strength to say it to his bastard face. I didn't really want him to know that I was upset – hell, who wouldn't? – but I didn't say anything directly, I just asked if he was 'sorry' as he says it. Bitch.

Toodaloo, mother fucker, I mumbled, quoting The Hangover. I never really thought that I would ever have use for that line despite how funny it was. It wasn't like Jace was even going to get it and two, I don't want him to think I was joking around, because I really wasn't. Simon had made me watch it with him and while I thought it was going to be stupid when it was in reality, hilarious.

I then stalked out of the room, a small part of me knowing that Izzy would be proud.

Yes, super long chapter again! So worth the wait right? It was only 300 words less than the last chapter, so I hope you enjoyed it. I made it like this because it's just the same scene in different points of view and making two chapters is just an extra chapter and I don't think it was enough to make it into two different ones like chapters 6 and 7. Secret word: Canada (I had family from there come over, if you were wondering why I picked Canada) New goal: 71? Please? Pretty please? *bats eyelashes*

P.S. Check out the stories I beta for: Bookninja's Raziel Academy, Coolxnerd's You Should Have Stayed and MollyGM's City of Bones Jace POV! They are all super interesting so check it out!

***Reminder: This is set AFTER City of Glass and BEFORE City of Fallen Angels. And don't forget to review please!