A/N: Hey guys! I've been working on this chapter for a few days, and I hope it's good. Lol. It is a little short, but you are finally learning about Jace's past. So the shortness is acceptable.

I came back in a few minutes later, as Jace was shutting his laptop.

"I was thinking about what you said earlier." He sat up, dangling his legs off the side of the bed. "You're right we hardly know each other." He clasped his hands together, sitting up a little straighter.

"Yeah, so?" I plopped down on his bed facing him.

"What if we tried to get to know each other better? I mean- we live in the same room, and I know like nothing about you." He suggested, looking my straight in the eyes.

"How do you suggest we do that?" I leaned back against my hands, trying to figure out what he was getting at.

"Talk. Ask questions." He propped his elbows on his knees.

"Ask questions? Like why are you a colossal dough bag?" I grinned innocently, knowing it would throw him off.

"Seriously?" He raised an eye brow at me, questioning my intentions.

"Yeah sure." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ok." He sighed, running his fingers through his locks. "My biological father was murdered when I was in my mother's womb. He died in action. He was a cop. Then my mother became depressed, and killed herself when she was 9 months pregnant. She timed everything perfectly to where I would survive and she would die." He paused, and suddenly I felt horrible. I assumed his parents died when he was 10 because that's when Luke adopted him, but apparently I was wrong. I had no idea that's what happened to him. "I was adopted by a family friend named Valentine. He wasn't the greatest guy, but he was my father. He had a drinking problem and beat the crap out me some days, but it made me strong." He looked up at me, and his eyes were glassy. He looked like upset.

"Jace, you don't need-" He put his hand up, stopping my words.

"No, it's fine. He was also in the force, and he worked in gang violence. I don't know who they were, but they broke into my house to kill him. My dad shoved me in a closet. They didn't know I existed. He told me to stay there and be quiet, so I did. The cops dragged me out of the closet kicking and screaming. They put me in a boys home for a few days. I don't really remember them." He paused again. "Luke showed up. He told me I was going home with him. That he was an old friend to Valentine, and that he wanted to adopt me. I went with him. I'm a jerk because I think getting close of people is a bad thing." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Then why do you want to get close to me?" I questioned, not understanding why I'm the sudden exception.

"You seem different." He shrugged his shoulders. "How was your date really?" He asked, crossing his legs.

"It was ok." I took a deep breath, playing with my fingers.

"What wasn't good about it?" His eyes scanned my face.

"He kissed me, and it felt weird and hard." I wrinkled my nose, turning my eyes to his.

"Not all kisses are soft." He whispered. "Some kisses are passionate, some are hard, and some are-" His word drew me in, and I almost couldn't control myself. His voice was rough and sultry. I could see his eyes on my lips, but then I realized I had started to look at his. This was actually happening. I gulped, as we leaned closer together, getting lost in this strange sensation. I flew away from him at the sound of our door opening. Jace still hadn't quite caught on because he was still staring at me with wide eyes, unmoving.

"Oh, good your home." My mom smiled, before walking back out.

"It's late. I think I'm going to go to bed." I murmured, climbing under my blankets.

"Ok." Jace stuttered, gripping his hair.

OoOoO

I can't believe I almost kissed Jace. What had gotten into me? Ugh. I successfully avoided him all weekend because I stayed the night at Izzy's. We've obviously spending way too much time together, and I probably just felt bad for him. I mean he's had two sets of parents die on him.

I woke up Monday morning, and he was in the shower like normal. I walked into the kitchen to speak to my mom for a while when the door opened to the bathroom. I almost didn't want to walk over there today to brush my teeth. He's always in just a towel in the morning, after the events on Friday night I don't know if I should go over there.

I ended up going anyways. I needed to brush my teeth. My mouth taste like armpit.

I stepped in the bathroom, and as always Jace's body was dropping in water droplets, which highlighted his overly toned body. I inhaled a shaky breath, grabbing my tooth brush to scrub my teeth. I kept my eyes averted from his body. Normally, I let my gaze linger every few seconds, but I couldn't do that today. Not after we almost...

I don't even want to think about it. This is Jace! Why would I even consider doing that with him I mean sure he's handsome, but he's a total jackwagon?

"You ok there?" Jace asked, after he spit his tooth paste.

"Yeah, fine." My voice squeaked out of surprise. I quickly spit my tooth paste and rinsed my mouth. I sat in the kitchen sipping my coco, waiting for him to get dressed.

"You ready?" He questioned, as he tugged the rest of his shirt on.

"Yep." I nodded, following him out the door.

We climbed into his car, and we sat in awkward silence. My entire body felt tense. I couldn't stop thinking about how close we got to kissing. He might as well be my brother now, why would he do that? He trailed off. He leaned in first.

"So about the other night..." Jace brought up the current situation, trying to make it sound casual.

"Nope. We aren't talking about that." I quickly shook my head, not wanting to know what he was thinking. I don't want to talk about this.

"I just wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to do that. It just happened. Are we ok?" He glanced over at me.

"Yeah, I guess." I murmured, playing with my fingers.

"Good." He grinned, pulling into the schools parking lot.

A/N: So not only did you learn about Jace, but they almost kissed! What?! That was actually my besties idea, so thank her.

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