AN: I'm totally apologizing in advance for this chapter! Sorry!

Blinding light shines in my eyes, waking me up. I forgot to close the blinds last night…but who wouldn't. I throw off the duvet and walk into the bathroom, only to look in the mirror and see my tear stained face, the only thing left as a reminder of the boy that left me yesterday. I sigh as I strip off my clothes and jump in the shower, hoping my sorrows wash down the drain along with the hot water. But they don't leave me. Instead, grief revisits me and I start crying again. I hate crying.

My mind wanders to my dreams and the color that haunted them. Gold. Golden hair, golden eyes, golden skin…the smile that he saved just for me. The moment that smile revisits my conscious, the tears come faster. Pull yourself together! Take deep breaths. I tell myself this and eventually I stop crying. I turn off the water in the shower and grab the towel that I hung on the back of the door. Quickly drying myself off, I manage to throw my hair up into a bun before heading into the closet to get dressed when a thought crosses my mind.

Izzy POV:

"All you told me when Magnus and I got home last night was that Clary and Jace had a really bad fight and that it would be a good idea to leave them alone for the night. Why do I feel like I'm missing something, Simon?"

"Well," he begins while looking down at his hands that are folded in his lap, "I-it's not really my place to say." I glare at him and when his brown eyes look up at me behind his glasses, he immediately ducks his head again.

"Simon…If you don't tell me what happened, so help me God, I will-"

"Okay! Okay," he says and looks up at me again. Some of his floppy brown hair falls into his eyes and then he takes a deep breath before saying, "Claryandjacehadafightandheleftwhileshecriedinherroomallnightlong."

"What? Simon talk slower," I tell him and then he takes a deep breath again before saying slower, "Clary and Jace had a fight last night and he left…he flew back home and left Clary crying in her room all night."

My eyes widen before I plop down on the couch next to him in shock. "He-he left her…crying in her room?"

Simon nods and I say, "Th-the-they broke up…"

He looks down again and just as I'm about to open my mouth to say something else, I hear the door to the casita slam and a quiet, "Iz?"

"Clary," I jump up and walk around the corner to see her standing there with her bags at her feet. "What's going on?"

"Don't be mad Izzy," she pauses and swallows before continuing, "I-I just don't think I'd be that much fun if I were to stay here for the remainder of the trip, so I booked a flight and I'm going back home in two hours…do you think you could drive me to the airport?"

Clary POV:

Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth to say something before a throat clears around the corner. She turns to look at whoever cleared their throat and she nods her head slowly. She looks back at me and says, "Yeah, of-of course I'll drive you. I'll meet you downstairs." I pick up my two bags and head towards the stairs. Just as I get to the bottom of the stairs, I hear Simon-who was probably the one who cleared his throat-say, "Don't mention it at all."

I walk into the garage and over to Izzy's G-wagon and open up the back to put my bags in. I hear the door open as I shut the back door and walk around the car to see Izzy, Simon, Magnus, and Alec all standing there. "Biscuit, you didn't think we'd let you leave without a hug did you," Magnus says with a hint of sadness lacing his voice. I crack a small smile and walk over to hug everyone except Izzy because she's driving me to the airport. They all look sad as they walk back inside and Izzy looks at me with a sorrowful expression as I say, "I'm going to miss my flight. Ready to go?"

She nods her head and we get in the car without another word, just like the rest of the ride to the airport…silent.

~.o.O.o.~

After I hugged Izzy and thanked her for the ride to the airport, I made it through the security check quickly since there wasn't really a line. Now I'm sitting at my gate waiting for my flight. I decide to give Jace a quick call so I grab my phone and press his contact button. I inhale shakily as I hear the line ringing. This time, it doesn't ring as long and I once again go to voicemail. I called him 5 times back at the house to try to talk to him but he didn't pick up…I didn't leave a voicemail either, but now I am. Here goes nothing.

"Hey Jace, it's me, Clary. I just wanted to tell you that I'm at the airport in Orange County, waiting for my flight back home. Um…I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry and I shouldn't have done that. I should have waited for you to tell me what was wrong instead of being impatient. It was my fault….look, I'm just going to be blunt with this next part….I love you and I was being impulsive…I'm so sorry. Please forgive me….I love you."

I press the end button and sit back in my seat as I take a shaky breath in. I hear my flight being called and pick up my bags so I can start to head towards the line beginning to form outside the doors. Once I get there, I reach in my backpack and turn off my phone, grabbing my ticket. The line moves fairly quickly and I am in the plane within 5 minutes, waiting for the rest of the people to get in there seats. With my luck, a guy about my age comes on the plane and I see him scanning the numbers on the top of the seats to see where he is sitting. His eyes stop at my number and he glances down at me with a smirk on his face. I am so not in the mood to deal with flirting for the next couple hours so I grab my headphones out of my bag and my iPad just as he reaches the seat.

"Hey, baby," he says, "looks like we're going to be keeping each other company for the rest of this flight." I roll my eyes and start to plug my head phones into my iPad. "No, you're going to be keeping yourself company because I'm not entertaining your ass for the next couple hours," I tell him while the flight attendants start their safety demo as the plane pulls out of the gate.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him staring at me for a couple minutes. "Touchy," he says as the plane starts to speed up and begins to take off. He starts talking about his trip here and I ignore him as look out the window as the plane gains altitude and the moment the Capitan tells us we can use our electronics, I open my iPad and immediately put my headphones on, trying to drown out the sound of the world's most irritating guy.

I start John Wick and 5 minutes into it, I feel the guy staring at me. I pause the movie and look at him to confirm my suspicions. "Do you mind not staring at me?"

He looks up at my eyes and says, "It's not my fault you're wearing that."

I roll my eyes again and look back at my movie. I'm wearing black leggings and a white tank top…what's so exciting about that? I just get past the first part in the movie when Keanu Reeves (John Wick) kicks ass when I have to pause it again because he's still staring at me. "Okay, do you want to keep your sight," I ask him.

He looks up from my chest shocked and then says, "There's not much you could do to me. You're what? 5 foot 2?"

I glare at him. "Don't underestimate me."

~.o.O.o.~

That's how the rest of the flight went. Now everybody is standing, waiting to get off the plane. We finally start moving and he steps out of the seat ahead of me and stops. "Lady's first," he says and I walk out ahead of him muttering a quick 'thanks.' We're now in the baggage claim and I thought I must have finally gotten my 'I'm not interested' point across to him when he grabs my ass. I swat his hand away and glare at him as I walk away to the baggage carousel.

I finally see my bag and lean over to get it when he comes up behind me and grabs me again. I've had enough. I pull by bag off the carousel and drop it on the floor next to me as I spin around and grab his wrist. "Enough," I spit out and he tries to use his other hand to pull me closer to him when I grab his pinky finger and start bending it backwards.

"OW," he cries out as he drops to his knees in pain and I don't let go. An airport security guard rushes over to us and asks, "What's the purpose of doing this?"

I look up at him on my left side and tell him, "Well, you see, Sir, he doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word 'no' and 'stop' so I thought I'd teach him. He wouldn't stop staring at me the entire time on the flight even though I told him to stop and then he just grabbed me twice a few minutes ago."

"Do you know him?"

"No, I don't Sir. Do you want me to let him go?"

"How old are you and what's your name," he looks at the guy I still have on his knees.

The guy says, "I'm not telling you." I look at the security guard and see a look of irritation cross his face. I decide to push his pinky finger back farther and he cries out in pain again before saying, "James! My name is James! I'm 18!"

The security guard looks up at me with a smile on his face and I tell him, "I'm Clary. I'm 17 but I'll be 18 in a couple weeks."

"Well, Clary," he begins, "you have a good day and I'll have a talk with James here. Thank you."

I nod my head and let James go. I reach down and grab my bags and then turn and walk out the door.

~.o.O.o.~

I get home from the airport around 7 and rush up to my room. I throw my bags on the floor and grab my phone before walking into the kitchen. "Hey mom!"

"Clary," Jocelyn looks up from her boiling pot of whatever she's cooking and rushes over to me. "How was your trip? What are you doing home so early?"

I laugh. "Well, the trip was great except for the last part when Jace and I had a fight. He came home early so I followed him to apologize."

Her face contorts into confusion. "I didn't know Jace came home. I just talked to Celine earlier today and she's coming over for dinner tonight. She never mentioned that he was home."

"Really, well I better run over there before she leaves so she can let me in the house," I tell her as I step out of her hug. Just as I'm about to go out the door, my mom's phone rings. I see that it's Celine and Jocelyn answers. "Celine?...Oh….I understand…..It's fine, Clary came home anyway…..Alright, we'll see you in a couple weeks…..Bye Celine and Clary told me Jace is home?...Tell him I said hi."

I wait for her to tell me what that was about and then I clear my throat. She looks up shocked. "Oh, Clary, I was so used to you not being here that I forgot you were here. She can't make it tonight. She and Jace are leaving town for a little while." They're leaving town? My heart drops. I see Jocelyn start to dish out the spaghetti and meatballs that she made and I put on a fake smile while she tells me all about what she did when I was gone because I can't say anything right now.

Dinner ends quickly and I lie to her saying, "I'm tired from my flight and I'll tell you all about my trip tomorrow." She nods her head in understanding and for the second time in 24 hours, I cry myself to sleep.

Jace POV:

"Ready to go Jace," Celine hangs up the phone and grabs her bags. We are leaving the city until school starts again. I slide off the kitchen counter and grab my bags when she tells me, "Oh and Clary's back too. Do you want to go see her before we leave?"

"No," I tell her and she looks at me curiously before nodding her head and starting towards the garage. She opens the door, walks over to the car, and throws her bags in the backseat while I follow her, still reeling from hearing that Clary is back. I get in the passenger side while Celine gets in the driver's seat. "Sleep Jace. We'll switch at midnight," she says and I nod my head. I put on my headphones and plug them into my phone. It's the first time I've opened my phone since yesterday when I left the beach house.

I see 6 missed calls from Clary and one voicemail. I open the voicemail.

"Hey Jace, it's me, Clary," I hear her angelic voice and my heart splutters momentarily. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm at the airport in Orange County, waiting for my flight back home," her voice gains a careful tone as she continues. "Um…I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry and I shouldn't have done that. I should have waited for you to tell me what was wrong instead of being impatient. It was my fault." She pause momentarily before I hear her let out a tiny groan. "Look, I'm just going to be blunt with this next part….I love you and I was being impulsive…I'm so sorry. Please forgive me….I love you."

With that she hangs up and I feel guilt coursing through me. I know I shouldn't have done that to her, but it's the only way to keep her safe. If this is over when we get back I will tell her everything. Please let this be over soon.