It had been five minutes, and I already had a migraine from Isabelle's sobs. I rubbed her back gently, but in my head there was a debate on how to run away the quickest. Ugh, it doesn't seem like she is going to stop anytime soon. I've been dumped before, but never like this. I don't know if I would ever react to it like Isabelle did, but I can imagine the pain she must be in.

I decided to weigh my options and came up with: I could get up and run, I could sit here forever listening to her wail (which could damage my ear drums), or I could get word to Alec to come here and switch me places.

"Isabelle, where's your phone?" I asked her loudly in her ear to make sure she hears me.

"–car" I sigh loudly as she continues to cry.

Think, Fray, think. What's the fastest way to get him here without leaving?

My eyes directly move to the big, old intercom across the room. I glance down at Isabelle and hear another sob and automatically I am across the room in seconds. Surely, having an intercom this large isn't necessary? All it does is intimidate the people who have to use it.

To even reach the buttons, I had to use a stool. That is barbaric, why is this a thing? Looking at all the buttons, I was confused at everything. I had no idea which ones were for which rooms. I took a look back at Isabelle, whom had moved into a fetal position since I left.

"Okay, Fray, you got this," I whispered to myself as I took my hands together and cracked my knuckles.

There was a microphone so all I had to figure out was which button to press to get me to Alec. Instead of numbers, they were labeled with letters. I tried to calculate which letter it was, but I wasn't even sure which room I was supposed to contact.

I sighed and just decided to click the big red switch; I assumed this meant it would broadcast to all of the intercoms in the building. I paused for a moment in disbelief at myself before stuttering, "uh…sorry for the in–interruption. Can Mr. Lightwood please come to the office, it's urgent." I clicked the big red switch off.

I quickly jumped down from the step and returned to Isabelle, placing her head in my lap as I played with her hair. It didn't take very long to hear the obvious pop of a balloon and I knew someone had walked in. Alec came into view above me and I praised heaven above as I switched places with him forcefully.

Just as I was pushing Alec into the position I had just been in, Jace walks in like a bat out of hell. Isabelle doesn't even seem to understand what's happening or that there are people even in the room with her. I stand there and stare at him, not knowing how to react to his sudden anger.

His impossibly perfect face is terrifying as it gets red. "Why did you call me here after you just left? Are you insane? Clearly you don't understand the concept of watching over children."

"Whoa, what? I didn't even mean to call you here. I was trying to get Alec, and he's here now, so you can go and be an asshole somewhere else," I responded, but I regretted it completely the second I said it.

He doesn't seem to believe that I actually said that, and neither can I. "Excuse me?"

"Well do you really blame her, Jace? You've been nothing but an asshole since she's been here. It's not her fault everything bad has been happening to you," Alec spoke up and defended me.

He didn't seem to be intimidated of his brother like I was. I imagine that everyone is intimidated of Jace when they first meet him. I mean, I met him yesterday and I'm still terrifyingly scared of him.

"Alec, this matter doesn't concern you. I am supposed to be her boss and her she is using vulgar language at me. I will not accept this and will report this to Magnus," Jace looked from Alec to me as he spoke. I was freaking out because my father would have my head on a platter if I were to ever be kicked out of this place.

Alec scoffed and retorted, "Oh, would you just shut up? No one wants to hear your 'I'm a professional charade' we all know it's just an act for Daddy. Ever since you've been here, all you do is never show up, and then act like an angel when you do. It's gotten old very quickly, Jace," he was clearly pissed. Jace looked shocked and his mouth was open in awe. Even Isabelle had stopped crying and was staring at her brother with his arms around her.

Alec took a deep breath and continued attempting to comfort his sister. Jace finally looked up and closed his mouth to glance at me. Realizing that I was still in the room, a scowl appeared on his face; it was almost like it was reserved for me. "Clary, please, go back to the room. I'll meet you there when I deal with this. What the hell is with the balloons by the way?" he asks me through his glare.

"Oh, this is my father's idea of a congratulations," I said sardonically.

Jace examined the room again and then the nasty expression slowly went away from his face. "So, your father is the reason Isabelle is crying right now?"

"No, Sebastian is responsible for your sister's current state," I explained, and he had some sort of revelation because he started biting his lip. The sobs from Isabelle started again and I groaned a little. I took a few steps toward Jace and whispered in his ear, "He broke up with her."

I moved a few inches away so I could see his face. It morphed into one of pure horror and then he grabbed my hand and started making his way out of the office. His hand gave mine that now familiar shock and I didn't flinch away.

The bell had rung and Jace guided me to the teacher's lounge to get away from the students. We didn't have any other classes to teach, so we had plenty of time for him to tell me whatever he needed to.

When he opened the door and stepped to the side to let me through first. I took a first look into the room. There was a long table with chairs for faculty to eat and cupboards along the walls. There was a couch, but no television in one of the corners. The coffee maker was empty but needed cleaning. I went over there to put it in the sink, but Jace stopped me. "There's a rule about the coffee here. Whoever makes the first pot has to clean it."

I apologized, but he just smiles at me slightly. I followed him over to the couch. I didn't know where to sit so I just sat on one side while he sat on the other. Jace laughed at me but I shot him a defiant stare and he stopped.

"I think I'm the reason this all happened…" he confessed.

My eyes found his guilty ones and my curious side said, "Okay, explain please."

"After you left the club last ni–" he was interrupted by his phone ringing from his pocket. His ringtone was "The Man" by Aloe Blacc.

I rolled my eyes and asked, "Are you really that obnoxious?"

He responded by singing the song, "Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am." I laughed at him and he grinned at me.

He answered the phone, but he wasn't grinning any longer. "Are you going to explain to me how Sebastian found out about the club last night?" The voice on the phone sounded whiny so I assumed it was a woman. "I don't want to hear your excuses, Kaelie. You had no right to butt into their relationship, no matter how much she annoys you. You just broke up a two year relationship, how does that make you feel?" The whiney voice got even whinier as she attempted to apologize. Jace would have none of it. "I thought you were a little crazy, but now I know, you're fucking mental." He hangs up and grips the phone tightly until his knuckles are white.

I'm not really sure what to do. He isn't talking and I'm just sitting here watching him get angrier by the second. I could just get up and leave, but I would hate myself if I did that. I finally scoot over until I'm right next to him. He didn't seem to notice that I moved at all.

I put my hands around his tight grip. Impossibly, his grip seemed to tighten even more. I really didn't want him to break his phone so I whispered, "Jace, it's alright. Okay, just breathe." I squeeze my hands lightly around his and his grasp loosens significantly. I grab the phone and throw it on the couch away from him.

His golden eyes are searching for mine, but I don't look at him. I keep my gaze on our hands and after a few seconds I move those away from him too. All contact we had is lost, but his nearness is still affecting me. All I can smell is old coffee and his cologne, but it's the best thing I've ever smelled.

Suddenly the awkwardness sets in and I'm left sitting there in uncomfortable silence, Jace never speaks once and neither do I. At some point, I find the energy to get up to leave and he doesn't stop me. I decided to just forget all the craziness that happened today and deal with it tomorrow. Though I am very curious about Simon and his part in all this. I decided to send him a text before I leave the parking lot.

Dude, what did I miss last night?