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Also, I DO NOT own any of the songs mentioned! If you guys did thought I did…well I don't. And I wouldn't be here if I did. So yeah. I own nothing but my own characters. Please don't steal them. Muchos gracias.

Okay guys. I'm sorta upset. We needed one more! I was sad about that but again, it's not a requirement. Just a want. But you know how it is. More reviews = happy writer. Happy writer = faster update. Now believe me, I worked really hard on this chapter because you've all been waiting for this. I had many ideas for how this was going to turn out but alas, I can't use all of them. But I used the most I could. And it's a little longer than normal, so enjoy! It took me forever to get this right. I had slight trouble to write the last chapter but that's because (especially for this one) I knew what was going to happen (after thinking about it a lot) but I just couldn't write it. Idk, it wasn't a writers block, it's just that I couldn't convey what I wanted onto Word. But here it is now! And yes, flirtalicous isn't a word on Word but too bad! Because we all use it and I like it =) Okay now I'll really shut up and you can read what you want to.

Chapter 13: Flirtalicous

Clary's Point of View

Jace sat shotgun and I was thankful for that. I really don't know what I was going to do if I had to sit next to Jace. I mentally winced as I looked out the window, the streaks of purple and orange fading as night fell.

I suddenly felt pressure on my hand and I whipped my head around only to realize that it was just Simon. He gave me a reassuring smile and I smiled back, noticing that he was holding onto Izzy's hand too. Like a boss, I jokingly thought.

I continued staring out the window, the cab silent excluding Simon and Izzy muttering about something that I couldn't bother to care about and listen to.

I continued to stare out the window for the rest of the ride, watching the night slip into darkness, sucking out all the light I recognized some constellations that I learned during.

There the famous big dipper as well as the small dipper. The Ursa Major aka the Great Bear, Ursa Minor aka the little bear, and Draco, the dragon.

When we finally got there, I tore myself away from the window, ready to party. I was going to prove to Jace that I didn't need him. We waited in line and I kept myself occupied by studying some of the people.

There was a girl with silvery blonde hair, so blonde that it almost looked white and silver eyes. I bet she used colored contacts for that. Shrugging, I walked inside, the bouncer finally letting us in. The beat of the sound pulsed throughout the club and the sensation traveled up from my toes to the rest of my body.

I bobbed my head to the music that blared from the speakers so loudly that I could barely hear myself think. It wrapped around the room, surrounding us. I completely ignored Jace and refused to dance with Izzy when she invited me. She already has a large swarm of guys around her and I wasn't about to enter in that mass.

Not wanting to dance with myself, I went by the bar, getting a fruity drink. I sat on the stool, sipping the red drink slowly as I took everything in.

Jace, as usual, was surrounded by a bunch of girls, more girls then there were boys surrounding Iz, which was a lot. I noticed the blonde hair that was super pail and looked whiter than before with the same silver eyes girl from the line before. Also spilling over around Jace was a blonde girl with such dark brown eyes, that it looked black.

I glanced at all the other girls, almost all that were all dressed like sluts; they had left little to the imagination. Casanova, I thought, taking another sip. How I didn't notice this before was a mystery to me. Just as I took the last gulp from my drink, a boy with such deep blue eyes headed toward the bar and I wondered if they were colored contacts as well.

His hair was a sandy brown, one of those that made you wonder if it was a really dirty blonde or a really light brown. Either way, he still looked…just wow. He had a lean but muscular build and had a slight tan. His face was angular and had the dazzling blue eyes set above high cheekbones. His hair fell above his eyes in a cute, messy way. All in all, he was pretty hot. But never judge a book by its cover, I thought, learning that from Jace. But sometimes you're right.

"Hey," he greeted me as he sat down on the stool next to me.

"Hi," I replied, wondering why out of all people, he noticed me. Maybe my luck was changing. Ha, I scoffed. Fat chance. Luck hated me. Literally.

He turned around from the bar table, propping his elbows on it and leaning back as he looked at me with such an intensity in his eyes, it made me want to shiver and not from being cold.

He cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. "Now," he pondered, "what's a pretty girl like you sitting here alone?" The bartender put a drink behind him, not even bothering to ask him what he wanted. I guess he came here often. I wondered why I never noticed him before then. You were too busy with Jace, a voice snorted in my mind. Shut up, I responded. But that was probably true.

I shrugged nonchalantly as a slight blush crawled up my cheeks and I signaled the bartender to give me another drink. He called me pretty. I took a sip out of it and apparently he thought I was twenty one all of a sudden since the drink burned on the way down my throat unlike the last one.

Resisting the urge to cough, I downed the drink, feeling a thrill coming out of it. I knew I wasn't even close to drunk; it was just a fruity drink with a bit of alcohol. The most I could probably get was buzzed, I rationalized.

I slammed the glass down on the table, feeling a lot more aware and signaled for another one. I blinked my eyes rapidly, feeling them tear up. The bar tender slammed another drink in front of me but before I had any of it I glanced at the guy again, feeling the intensity in his eyes burning a hole through my back.

Rubbing his chin, he regarded me. "You can't be twenty-one," he stated, drinking half of whatever it is that he was having.

"What, just 'cause I'm short?" I shot back, feeling confident. I had no idea why I was acting like this, much less coming to that conclusion and saying it out loud. Normally I would have just answered the question.

"No," he chuckled. "That's not it; I like short girls. Anyways, you looked around 18, am I not right?" He smiled a smile so sweet I thought I was going to melt into a tiny red and green puddle on the floor. Something I thought I would never feel again.

I giggled from his comment. He likes short girls, I replayed in my head. I'm a short girl. "You're right. I'm seventeen." But I was turning 18 soon.

He pushed the glass away from me. "You shouldn't be drinking an alcoholic drink," he scolded me playfully and downed it in one gulp. Unlike Jace, he seemed to actually drink fruity drinks. God, even with another dude I was still thinking about him!

"Well, look who's talking, Mr. Hypocrite," I teased, trying to take my mind off him.

"Yeah, well," he shrugged it off with a wave of his hand. "I'm nineteen, so close enough."

"Besides," he added with a wink, "he knows me well enough to give me drinks when I come."

"I'm guessing then that he thought I was with you so he gave it to me," I logically thought out loud.

His eyebrows shot up. "True, but I'm surprised that you can even have a coherent thought right now. You don't seem like the drinking type."

"You're right, I'm not. But one drink won't do me any harm."

"That's where you're wrong."

"Is that so…" I trailed off.

"Aden."

"Aden," I repeated. "Nice name."

"Well Miss. Aden's-a-nice-name," he smiled down at me, "would you do the honor of having a dance with me?"

He got up and offered me his hand, beckoning me to follow him. Smiling widely at him, I took it, feeling a lot happier than I have in a while. "You don't have to sound so official," I smirked at him.

Jace's Point of View

All these pathetic girls came swarming up to me like a bee would to honey. They all flirted with me, not caring that there were a bunch more flirting with me at the same time.

The one that caught my eye was one with sparkling silver eyes that had to be because of colored contacts and super light blonde hair that it looked white. Her eyes seemed some-what familiar as they danced with humor at some unknown joke.

Also, there was a person with brown hair and green eyes, which was unusual. I probably would have liked her more if she didn't have green eyes – it reminded me too much of Clary's. And she didn't seem to like me all that much but still hovered around me anyway. If I didn't know anymore, she looked like she was fighting with herself to be around me or not.

I pushing the green-eyed chick out of my head and flirted back to all the girls, not really caring about them or into it. They obviously didn't see that though; they were probably too happy that I was flirting back and 'noticing' them. I looked up to see a handsome man approaching the bar, where Clary just so happened to be seated. She was drinking a fruity looking drink, one that I had said in Idris that men don't drink girly looking drinks since it was pink.

He starting talking to Clary and I felt anger bubbling up inside of me. What? I thought. No way. No way in hell is Jace Herondale jealous of a stupid dude. They're just talking. That's all.

I tried to convince myself that as I flirted and watched Clary at the same time. She talked with him while downing another drink, smiling, blushing – something I took pride in when I made herblush – and fiddling with her hair, something I was sure she wasn't even aware of doing.

The guy finally got up, saying something to Clary. Yes, I thought to myself. He's leaving. I watched as he offered a hand out, Clary smiling up at him. Just my luck.

They both started dancing on the floor as I felt the anger rising dangerously high. Who was he to dance with her? I crossly thought.

Gritting my teeth, I took short, shallow breaths and grabbed the silver-eyed girl and dragged her onto the dance floor. I heard the sighs from the girls that didn't get picked and some muttering 'slut' to her which I would have found highly amusing at another time.

Clary's Point of View

Me and Aden were dancing and I had to admit, he was a good dancer. I didn't even remember Jace once all that time. That was until he decided to show up on the dance floor with the silver-eyed girl; the other fans seemed to have disappeared.

I glared at Jace and I felt like ripping him to shreds as he started to passionately kissing the girl. They started making out and starting to look going deep. And all I could do was stare in shock.

It was one thing to dump me but another to dump me and a few days later go and make out with a girl right in front of my freaking face.

"Hey, go get a room you two!" Aden called out, laughing. That was what Izzy and Alec used to say to us. But I unclenched my teeth slowly, and started grinding against Aden, hoping it would anger Jace or maybe even get him to be jealous. Our bodies were crushed together, skin on skin.

I placed my arms on top of Aden's and placed them at my hips. I then snaked my right arm around his neck and hooked it there, pressing against him as if trying to fold us into one. I could feel him grinning ear from ear.

We danced for what could have been minutes or an hour but then he lowered his head to my ear, his breath warm. With his arms still wrapped around me, trailing up and down along the outside of my thigh and he whispered, "I need to go. I'll give you my number."

I turned around in his arms and he wrote down his number on a little piece of paper before giving it to me. I put it in my purse and I looked up to say bye and our lips touched softly. I don't even think that he meant to kiss me, I think he was just leaning down 'cause I was so short…and this happened.

For a split second neither of us did anything before I wrapped my arms around his neck and Aden tightened his hold on me. We crushed out lips together and he moved to deepen the kiss. He licked my bottom lip for permission and I gladly complied.

We both pulled away panting, our breaths heavy. He touched his forehead to mine, smiling. "I'll catch you later Red. You can count on that." He flashed me another brilliant smile.

"Oh, I will Blue."

"Blue?" he questioned.

I shrugged as best as I could with my arms still wrapped around his neck. "Sure, 'cause your eyes are blue."

He shook his head, smiling. "As much as I hate to leave, I really have to. We'll meet again Red."

"'Kay Blue," I responded and we let go of each other. He gave me a butterfly kiss, grinned and was gone in a flash. I smiled to myself slightly before Izzy came up to me and started dancing with me, apparently ditching all her desperate fans.

With one last look, I glanced at Jace who was apparently done kissing the girl and was dancing with her. For now, I grimily thought.

Jace's Point of View

I saw Clary sexily grinding with the boy, her back pressing against his chest, still not as tall as him, despite the heels. She had an arm hooked around his neck and his hands were on her hips. I growled and broke away from the kiss with the silver-eyed girl.

It wasn't that bad. In fact, she was a pretty good kisser. Her lips were warm and soft, eager to kiss me. But she wasn't Clary. She didn't smell like her, didn't feel like her. For all I cared, I was kissing a rock. But I did it anyways, to make Clary jealous.

I know I should be doing that, not if I want her to move on and forget about me but I couldn't help but act like the stupid boyfriend that broke up with his wonderful girlfriend because she was 'tying him down'. I didn't care that Clary was tying me down, in fact, I had wanted it. If I pictured myself in the future, it would be with her.

But that mental image was shattered, broken into tiny little pieces.

As I pulled back, I looked over her face once, hoping that she would think that it looked like lust. I still had my hands cupped around her face, our eyes locking, gold on silver. I then realized that I didn't even know her name…how pathetic.

I danced with the girl after I stopped kissing her, hoping it would make her stay around a little longer. I needed to dance with someone so I could stay on the dance floor and keep an eye on Clary while not trying to look like I was. If I was just at the bar, it would be too obvious and I didn't know what she would make of that. Talk about awkward.

I kept my eyes on Clary while I was dancing with the girl the whole time. If the silver-eyed girl noticed, she didn't say anything. Probably too awed to be dancing with me to notice that I wasn't even paying attention to her.

They danced for a while; the guy obviously liked her if he didn't move onto another chick for a while. I looked at him up and down. He was aight, I admitted in my head.

He had deep blue eyes with lighter blue starbursts in them, accenting his eyes nicely. He was tall – even taller than me. Probably only an inch or so then me, but still taller. His hair was a sandy brown hair, the kind of brown that could have been in dirty blonde's hair; that's how light it was. The tight fitted t-shirt showed off his muscles that weren't overly flashy but still there. I'm guessing he worked out a lot; he even had a slight tan.

And that's when Clary turned around in his arms, just like she had done with me, more time then I could count. She looked up at him, and since he was leaning his head down their lips brushed slightly but that's all it took. They both kissed each other, as if they've been waiting for each other to do it since.

It took all I had in me to keep myself rooted where I was, helped by the numbing shock. As much as I wanted Clary to move on – most of me didn't – but I didn't expect it this soon. I thought that I had meant enough for her not to end up going for a guy that she just meet. He wasn't even a Shadowhunter! Had she really just brushed off the past year we've been through together?

I was one to talk. I mean, I was hooking up with this silver-eyed chick way before she was even kissing the dude. I looked away, not wanting to see anymore. It was as if my heart was only broken before when I broke up with her since now it felt like a thousand times worse. Like the kiss had sent a bullet straight through my glass heart, leaving a wide gaping hole in it, the edges rough.

As I fully understood the fact that I was probably never going to get Clary back, my whole heart just broke into tiny little pieces. It wasn't just a hole in my heart anymore, my whole heart was gone. If people had thought I was heartless before, then they were wrong. I was heartless now.

I didn't look back up were they were standing to save myself further grief. As someone bumped into me, I looked up, ready to snap at whoever the stupid person was. I looked up to see deep blue eyes, his head hovering roughly an inch higher than mine.

I felt my anger slipping, fading as an icy claw gripped me instead. That mofo was so going to…I started to think, already raising my fist slightly. I took a deep breath – I couldn't hurt the guy Clary could possibly like. As much as I don't want to admit it, I still loved her, even with all my 'distractions'. I loved her enough to let her go, so obviously that meant that she was going to find someone sooner or later. Whether it be today or next year, she was going to be with someone what wasn't me. I had to accept this fact and move on.

I swallowed what felt like poison down my throat. Just because I was letting him go doesn't mean that I was over Clary yet, or that I didn't want to smash his nose into his face. "Hey, sorry man," the blue-eyed boy apologized to me, holding his hands up in a gesture to mean that he really was.

At least he proved to be nice, I vaguely thought. New York City people never apologized to whoever they ran into, that was just how it was. It was rare for someone to, even off the streets.

"It's cool," I forgave, not really thinking that it was 'cool'. If cool meant still wanting to punch in his face, then yes, I was 'cool'. He smiled a perfect set of dazzling pearly white teeth and left gracefully, striding away.

I glanced back to the silver-eyed girl. Apparently she hadn't noticed anything. This girl really had some issues – I mean who is that oblivious to everything?

I averted my gaze back to Clary who was now dancing with Izzy. Where she had left her fan boys, I don't know. They were dancing all out, having fun and not caring who or what was watching.

Everyone occasionally looked at them, seeing them fire it up on the dance floor. Surprisingly, no boys attempted to dance with the girls. Maybe it was because they didn't want to break the flowing dance moves. No matter what they had in mind, no one approached them.

I continued to dance slightly with the girl; she seemed oblivious to everything, as always. It was like she was trying to find someone. Someone who wasn't me. Oh well, I thought. It's not like I was going to be her boyfriend or anything. It was good that she wasn't really paying that much attention to me; I could watch Clary without thinking that she would leave.

They danced for a few songs while I was memorized by Clary. The DJ even played DJ Got us Falling in Love. I thought that it was ironic since me and Clary couldn't have been any farther apart. Part of me wanted the song to be true but the bigger, more prominent side screamed that I didn't go through all this for nothing.

Clary's Point of View

I danced for who knows how many songs, not caring since all that while I hadn't even thought about or even looked for him. Yeah, I was that happy from Aden. If only he were a Shadowhunter, I sighed. Then it would be perfect. But of course the universe hated me so…

I left all thought of mine wash away, like how rain would travel along the curb to dump into the gutter. I danced with Izzy, feeling the music and singing to the songs that I knew. Till the Word Ends, Dirty Dancer, Take Over Control, Give Me Everything, DJ Got us Falling in love and more pour through the speakers, bleating out the music throughout the club. I swear the walls were pulsing along with the beat, lights flashing around on the walls and all through the club, painting it green, purple, pink, and blue.

Suddenly, Best Love Song by T-Pain came on. And just then I also noticed a flash of ruby red eyes from the crowd, not too far away from me. Smiling, I danced my way to him as the line 'dedicated to a special someone' rang from the speakers. Tapping his arm, I stood close to him, and whispered in his ear, thanks to my heels that added five inches to my height. "Can I dedicate this to you?" I seductively whispered to him.

Flashing a smile at me he nodded as we started to dance together. Izzy, from the middle of the room, gave me a look that said, what the hell are you doing? I smiled and tilted my head slightly to the slight, indicating the boy. Izzy's black eyes widened a bit and blinked in understanding.

Jace's Point of View

I peeked back over were Clary and Izzy was and took a double take, just like they do in movies. Clary wasn't there. I looked around, panicking, hoping to spot Clary's bright red hair. I didn't see it anywhere and before I could take off looking for her, I tried to calm myself and gazed at Izzy.

She looked like she was doing one for those faces at someone when you don't want someone to hear or you're far away from each other. I followed her gaze and…jackpot! I spotted her flaming red hair immediately. She was dancing with yet another guy! Wow, maybe she didn't like that blue-eyed dude. I cracked my knuckles, knowing that I could now punch him in the face if I ever saw him again.

And then I really looked at her and she ever so slightly indicated with her head at the dude she was dancing with. What about the guy? I wondered as I glanced at him when I saw it, blood red iris.

My eyebrows shot up to my forehead. What the hell was she thinking? That's right, she wasn't thinking! She is baiting a demon! Did she even have any weapons on her? I felt like banging my head on the wall. Stupid stupid Clary. Stupid, I thought. I don't care if she had a year of training; she wasn't going to bait him! Especially without me!

Aw, hell. Of course she was. That would be just like here, to thrust herself in danger at every chance possible. And I couldn't even help her! Not if I wanted her to hate me even more and get my ass whooped.

I sighed, trying to think of a plan that could get Clary away from the demon. Before I could, I saw Clary turn and face him, her beads reflecting some of the colorful lights. She whispered something in her ear and I saw him smile, revealing pointy teeth that were razor sharp.

The demon lead Clary into the storage room. And when I say the storage room, I mean the storage room. Where I fist laid my eyes on the red-head that could see us. The red-head that changed my life. I had always wondered what would happen if she didn't come that day. How my life would be different. But no time to dwell on that since she did come that day.

And look at where we were at now.

Still, it was something to ponder about. I saw Clary going enter through the door quickly and quietly, seeming to not spare a thought to it. Hurt pierced my heart – well, what was left of it anyway. My heart broke way too times lately.

I saw Izzy inch her way across the dance floor obviously going to help her. I would go and help Clary but something tells me that if I do, she'll never forgive me – if she ever does – and she might get suspicious. I can't give her even a sliver of doubt.

Clary's Point of View

I followed the demon into the storage room, some part of me remembering that this is where I first saw Jace and saw my first demon, the boy with the electric blue hair and unnatural green eyes. A bigger part fought off all thoughts of Jace, telling me to focus on the task at hand. To beat the crap out of the Eidolon demon.

The first time I saw one of those I was helpless. Not anymore. I was going to send it back to whatever hellish dimension it came from, sending it running in fear. I can't believe that I ever thought that the last one was cute. I mentally shuddered as we walked through the door, the demon unaware that Izzy was close behind.

He walked all the way in the corner of the room, before turning and facing me. I was only a couple of steps away from him. Keeping my hand on my bag I reached in it, searching. My fingers felt the little slip of paper that Aden had given me before I continued my search.

He took a step closer, making sure I wasn't going to freak out or anything before taking another. He was only one step away now. Just one more step…

I was nervous now, frantically looking in my purse. Shit, I cursed. I didn't have much in it anyways, so why couldn't I find it?

He took the last step, angling his face towards me and my hand touched something cool. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as if beckoning him to come closer and…

Dove the blade home, through the spot on his back where I served his spine and pierced his heart. I jerked the dagger away, not wanting the blade of it to melt from the ichor that is bound to spill out. I stepped back, away from him.

It was the same way Jace killed Sebastian – I mean Jonathan. I still had problems thinking of him as Jonathan, it was just plain weird. Jace is Jonathon, not Jonathan himself. Argh, I thought. I'm confusing myself again!

Jace had actually taught me that move that had killed Sebastian but I don't think I got it quite right since I wasn't standing behind him, but the result was the same.

It was a longer, more painful death for him then the one that Seb got. Black blood spilled from his lips and he withered on the floor, twitching. He looked up at me, his now red eyes filled with contempt. "Nephilim," he choked out through the blood piling on the floor, forming a puddle.

I smiled at him as I heard the door crack open. I recognized it as Izzy's tall shadow and continued to stare down at the dying demon. "Yes," I drawled out. "When did you figure that one out?"

He glared at me before more black blood spilled out of his mouth. "You," he gasped. "You will rue this day. This fight is much bigger than you and me, Morgenstern."

I snorted. "What, is my father going to yell at me?" I scoffed, trying to hide that I was surprised that he knew who I was.

"Oh, we all know who you are, Clarissa. After you stuck that blasted dagger through my back, everyone can tell that it's you. Your hair gives it away; how many red-headed Shadowhunters are in the East Coast?" he asked, noticing my surprise and tossing a rhetorical question at me.

"Good, you need to know that I am not a Morgenstern. I'm sure with your death, you will make sure you never forget it." He then decided to start hysterically laughing, clutching his stomach before more blood oozed from his mouth, dribbling onto his chin.

He looked back up, painfully. His death hovering over him, it's black hands almost upon him. "Beware, Morgenstern," he warned, and I scowled. He had called me that on purpose. He deserved to die slowly now. "I have already warned you. This battle is bigger than you and me." He then chuckled.

And he starting folding on himself, going back to the hellish dimension he came from. I didn't want him to know it but I was scared. What does he mean; this battle is bigger than you and me?

Izzy walked up to me, clearly impressed. "Dang, Clary, you got skills. It was dying even before I entered this room. Nice. And only with a dagger." She nodded approvingly. "But what was with all the 'this battle is bigger than you and me' shit?" That's exactly what I was thinking, Iz, I thought.

"I honestly don't know," I replied tiredly, even though I didn't even do that much fighting. It was hardly even a match – it was like he knew he was going to die. He was just messenger boy. "I bet he said that only to scare me. You know how it is." Izzy nodded, relieved by my logic.

Suddenly the door opened again and I quickly hid the dagger behind my back. There was a very familiar outline at the door.

Jace's Point of View

"Did you kill it?" I called out.

"Of course," she scoffed. "I'm not a baby, you don't have to check up on me every time I kill one of those."

"Well, I am your mentor, I'm just making sure."

Izzy looked back and forth at us two, clearly unsure on what to do. "Hey, I'm going to make sure that there aren't any more lurking around anywhere – you never know. You guys can talk about your….training stuff and then you guys can join me." And with that, she skipped out of the room, giving Clary a look.

I opened my mouth to speak but I was cut off. Not even by Clary this time – surprise surprise – it was by the door bursting open again.

And it wasn't Izzy.

A/N. Okay, as stated above, I have a very important announcement to tell you guys. So, I made a blog that's mostly about my fanfic and I have banners and stuff on it, so check it out! It's icyfirelove3 . blogspot . com. And no spaces, it's just that it probably won't show ten. And it's also a line on my profile, so if you want to do it that way, you can. Also, I might post a little bit about me and whatnot. Thanks for reading this! You get a sugar cookie for being so sweet =) *hands cookie over* Again, icyfirelove3 DOT blogspot DOT com.

So, hoped you guys liked it =) Major cliffyyyy but trust me, it's not that bad. Well for me, since I well, you know, know. Hehe, I'm evil. I just thought that this was a good stopping point because if I didn't, it would have gone for another like 2 pages on Word. Minimum. So…at least you get this! =) Okay, so word is….summer! Because it's been nice weather here recently! Oh, and hmmm, 91 reviews? Please? I'm begging you *gets down on hands and knees* that's as low as I could get for a writer. So please? *puppy eyes* You'll get ice cream! =) Also, I know that the POV's change a lot but I thought it was necessary to see both sides of what happens.

FUN FACT (READ, I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THIS UNTIL RECENTLY. About MI): Also, guess what guys? I found out that Izzy's eyes are in fact a black and not a blue thanks to ddpjclaf. It was stated on Cassie Clare's twitter multiple times that Izzy's eyes were black and not blue. Do not trust Wiki, it lied t me! I was always confused if they were black or not from all these fanfics and Wiki told me it was blue. IT'S A LIAR. THEY ARE BLACK. Okay, that was a very important announcement.

To all that don't get like a boss means, it just means like they are so cool or something. Just saying. Or if you know what like a baller means (and no, not a perverted way) then it's the same idea. Idk how else to explain it really.

P.S. Check out all of Bookninja15's stories (too many to list out =P), Coolxnerd's You Should Have Stayed and MollyGM's City of Bones Jace POV! All really good authors =)

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