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Drama

"Welcome back!" Isabelle hugged me as I carried my luggage into the door.

"Thanks, Izzy." I set my luggage down on my bed, "It's great to be back."

"It's great for you to be back, we missed you." She replied, "I saw you on Ellen, are you alright?" I laughed, "Yes, I'm okay." I sat down on my bed and took a minute to relax. "So what happened yesterday- or today, I guess?" I asked, looking at the clock; it was ten at night.

"Nothing really, I switched into your conditioning period. Coach Smith was angry that you were gone today."

"Oh no, did he yell at you all?"

"No, you are already his favorite, so he was just mad that you weren't there to show off." I blushed, "I wasn't showing off. He made me-" I was cut off by my phone ringing. I picked it up seeing the name Tyson Gay, pop up on the screen. "Hello?"

"Hey, Clary!" He yelled in my ear, "How are you?"

"Great, and thank you for making me deaf in one ear." I laughed, "How are you?"

"Oh, sorry about that. I'm doing well; Manteo, Trell, and I are moving in this weekend. And you have to help us find friends and a track."

I grew excited at that, "Can do. I'll help you move in if you want."

"Would you really? We could use some more muscles, although I think Trell is going to ask Andrew and Brad to come help too." Tyson sighed in relief. Isabelle cocked her head to the side and asked me who it was.

"Tyson Gay," I mouthed at her and then spoke to the man on the phone, "Of course I , that's great. I'll bring Lolo then."

"Great, thanks so much, Clary. That would be awesome." I could hear the smile in his voice, "I have to go, but I'll talk to you soon alright?"

"Okay, bye." I said and hung up the phone.

"Who's Tyson Gay?" Isabelle asked after my phone snapped shut.

"He's a fellow track runner on the men's team." I replied, starting to unpack my small suitcase that I had brought to Los Angeles.

"USA?"

"Completely." I nodded, "He raced in the relay, Isabelle, and the only reason they got silver was because that Usain Bolt is on the Jamacian team."

Isabelle nodded slowly, "Did you meet Usain?"

"I did, he's arrogant but kind of sweet." I pulled out my camera and showed her the picture of us.

"Wow, that's amazing. I'm so jealous." Isabelle said and then there was a harsh knock on the door. We both looked confusedly at the door, "Come in."

It was Jace who stormed into the room. I smiled on habit as he entered the room, but then I saw his face and I was worried. He looked furious.

"Isabelle, get out." Jace barked at her.

"Whatever you can say to Clary you can say to me. Plus, it's my room." Isabelle said.

But, after that, Jace's glare had her running for the door.

"Jace, what's wrong?" I asked, a little afraid.

"I'm tired of being your secret, Clary!" He yelled, getting right to the point.

I nodded, "I know, Jace, and I'm sorry. I just want this rumor about Michael and I to pass before-"

"It's not going to pass if you keep hugging him and talking to him-" Jace shook his head, "I saw the interview, Clary."

"What interview?"

"The one from yesterday; where he barged in on yours and you two hugged and some shit like that! The rumor is not going to end if you two keep doing that stuff, but, if you get a boyfriend it will!"

"Don't you understand that this is hard for me?" I asked him, "I turned from being completely invisible, literally people bumping into me like I'm not even there, to the whole world knowing my name. I'm not used to this, Jace, and I'm not going to bring you in it when you don't have to be-"

He shook his head again, "Clary, you don't get it do you? He gets to run up and hug you and I don't. He can talk to you in public and I can't. I can't run up and kiss you like I want to. I can't hug you, talk to you, comfort you in public. I can't wrap my arm around your waist, hold your hand, or even get anywhere near you at all."

"But Michael doesn't-" I tried to explain.

"Love you? I've seen the way he looks at you. In interviews you two are in together. He does."

"He doesn't love me, he-"

"Maybe not love, but he certainly likes. Clary, I'm your boyfriend. When do I get to start acting like it?"

The tears formed in my eyes as I looked up at him, "If you're not happy, then break up with me, Jace." I whispered, "Because I'm not going to break up with you."

Jace stared at me for a long moment, his mouth opening and closing, but then he turned around and walked from the room; slamming the door on his way out.

We didn't talk that night, or half the next day. He was right though, the interview with Michael and I was posted everywhere saying that we were dating. The only resonable choice would be to tell the world about Jace, right?

It didn't matter now, if Jace broke up with me.

Still, I went to class the next day and even though Jace had switched to my art class, he sat on the other side of the room. In my next class, Calculous, he didn't talk to me either.

The teacher could see that I was upset though, because she said, "We saw you on Ellen, Clary. You did so well, how did that pepper taste?"

I shrugged, "Not good. Very spicy."

"We watched you run your races, at the Olympics, here too. In class, all of us were rooting for you."

I cocked my head to the side, "But my races were in the first week, how did you watch them in class?"

"The Olympics were backwards here." Alec informed me. "Apparently people were more entertained with seeing Michael Phelps and the Fabulous Five than to see you and the track first."

I nodded and the conversation ended.

In Anatomy, things changed. As Bethany and Courtney kept asking me what was wrong, Jace suddenly walked up to my table before class started.

He carried an envelope, "Read this."

I took the envelope as he handed it to me, "What?"

"Read it and then call me after." His gold eyes darted to Courtney and Bethany, who curiously looked at us, "Read it alone." And he walked away, back over to his table.

"What does it say?" Bethany asked leaning over to see the envelope.

I shrugged, shaking my head, "I don't know, but I'm not going to read it here."

The next period, Lunch, I skipped. I rushed to my room making sure no one followed me on the way. I went to my room, sat on the bed, and stared at the letter. There was nothing on the outermost side of the envelope, no address or to and from's, not even a simple Clary.

Still, I opened it.

Inside was a letter on notebook paper, hand-written. In Jace's familiar hand writing. I started to read.

Clary,

I wonder every day just what I did to deserve you, and I cannot find an answer. All I can figure is that we were fated together so that we could help each other heal from the trauma we've experienced. That I can be your protector, and that you can be the life raft that keeps me from sinking. Because, after all, you're my angel that saved me from my own personal Hell.

You do something to me, Clary Fray. It's almost as if you are my blood, you keep me going, you keep my heart beating. You keep me breathing. I love you and that makes me feel vulnerable but also so strong. Because I know that wherever we go, whatever we do, I'll be safe. Just because I'm with you. You are my blood.

That's why I ran away from you last night, like a coward, because the idea of even coming close to breaking up with you makes me want to die. I want us forever, Clary, I want every night with you. If you say no to me, my heart will still always be yours. As long as I can still dream, I'll dream of you.

I belong to you. You could do anything you want with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy.

I over reacted last night. Mostly, I keep telling myself, it was because I had learned about your kiss with Michael. I'm not mad though, it was before we started dating and I shouldn't of spoken to you like I did. Forgive me, Clary, we don't have to go public if you don't want to yet. I know this is hard for you.

There are many ways I can apologize but only one way you can forgive me. So please, please, do because I cannot live with out you and I won't. I love you and I'm sorry.

-Jace

The tears started falling after the first sentence and by the end I might of well have been in a puddle. All day and all night, I thought about the letter. But, I didn't call.

The next day, before Art, Jace pulled me aside. Into a closet in the hallway, where we could talk alone.

"Why didn't you call me?" Jace asked quietly. "I told you to call me."

I shook my head, "I wanted to talk about it person. Not over the phone."

We were silent then and then I sighed.

"Thank you for writing me that." I whispered, "And I do forgive you."

Jace visibly relaxed, "Thank you, it was all the truth, Clary. I love you and I'm so sorry, no one should ever be talked down to like that."

"I forgive you, Jace."

"And also, we don't have to go public until you are ready."

In a response; I smiled, grabbed his hand and walked out of the closet.

"Clary, what are you doing?" Jace asked, but he kept his hand in mine.

"I love you, Jace." I said, "I'm walking the red carpet with a few other Olympians, would you like to come?"

Jace smiled brightly and hugged me, "Yes, of course. I love you too." He kissed me and we walked into Art.

That whole day people stared, made comments behind our backs, and whispered to their friends about Jace and I. But we walked tall, chins high, and fingers intertwined.

The next day was Friday; which meant there was a pep-rally and apparently they were honoring me with an award. The whole day people were smiling at me and they had looks of mystery in their eyes. As if the pep-rally was some huge secret.

A huge secret that I knew about, because Jace told me what was going to happen. And also I was told to wear jeans, my black 'USA Track and Field' shirt that had those words in white running down the side, and a normal Olympics jacket. Along with all my medals.

After the cheerleaders did a few dances and songs; the principal along with the mayor, Michael Bloomberg, walked out into the middle of the football field. Mrs. Tori found me in the stands and she led me down to where I had to stand for when they called my name.

"Mayor Bloomberg, it's an honor to have you here at our high school." Our principal, Mr. Mike Thomas, gushed into his microphone.

"Well it's an honor to be here." The mayor replied, "How is everyone doing today?" He asked the crowd, who in returned screamed in excitement. "Great, great." He laughed.

"It's great to have you here, mayor, but I think we all know the real reason why we are all gathered together." Mr. Thomas said, "Let's welcome our five time Olympic medalist, Clary Fray!" The crowd cheered louder than they had a minute ago when I walked out onto the field. I hugged both my principal and the mayor.

"Clary we just want to take this moment to say how proud we are of you. This school loves you, this city loves you, and everyone in Brooklyn is proud of you. Congratulations!" The mayor said, smiling down at me.

"Wow, thank you so much." I said, into my microphone, in awe. The crowd cheered in agreement.

"You were hurt during the Olympics, right? Are you still hurt?"

I shrugged, "My ankle and toes are fine now, but my hip... it's still a work in progress."

The Mayor nodded, "Clary, in honor of all your success we got you this plaque."

"It reads," Mr. Thomas pulled it out, "Olympian Award presented to Clary Fray on the night of Friday, August 10, 2012. For her dedication and skill after receiving four Olympic gold medals and one silver medal at the London 2012 Olympics."

Mr. Thomas handed it to me and I almost cried tears of joy, "Thank you, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Mayor, thank you two so much!"

The two men nodded, "One more thing, Clary. I wanted to announce for the first time TIME magazine has named you and your fellow Olympian friends; Lolo Jones, Michael Phelps, and Missy Franklin- top 100 most influential people."

My breath caught at that, "Are you serious? Oh my gosh."

The Mayor laughed, "Yes, I'm completely serious. Congratulations on that too, the magazine will be released in less than a week."

"Wow, thank you!"

After pictures and hugs, we walked off the football field. Backstage, the Mayor went more in depth about my plaque and TIME magazine. And the next day, Lolo was given the plaque and an announced to be on the magazine.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm sorry this is so short! 2-3 chapters left!