IMPORTANT AN!

Yeah…I was reading the last part of chapter four, and wondering exactly what I was thinking when I wrote it, because Jon isn't supposed to know about their relationship at all. I was all like *facepalm* when I realized how dumb I had been. Anyways, if you want to, you can go back and read the revised part, all it is, though is Clary realizing that she has to get up and stop Jace from telling Jon about their fake relationship. Once again THEY ARE NOT TELLING JONATHAN ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP BEING A FAKE. I figured that I would put that there for extra emphasis. Hopefully there won't be any misunderstanding now. Sorry for the mix up.

"…use protection with her, Herondale, or so help me I will—"

"Jon," I hear Jace say tiredly and I can just imagine what is going to come out of his mouth next. Not if I have anything to do about it! "Clary and I aren't—"

"Having sex," I say, cutting him off as I march through the door and put myself between Jon and Jace. I am facing my brother, whose cheeks are becoming very red as he realizes that he has been caught threatening my 'boyfriend.' That makes me feel pretty darn awesome, if I do say so myself…which I do. "So you can stop trying to give Jace the talk," I say firmly.

"We told you to stay in the living room," Jon mumbled. "Why are you up here?"

"My twin senses were tingling," I reply dryly. "

"That is the lamest comeback I have ever heard," Jon says decidedly.

I roll my eyes at my brother's stupidity, and say, "You two need to get back in the living room, I need some help with my Pre-Calculus, and you guys happen to be a couple of young geniuses."

Jace looks over at me with a raised eyebrow, and I blink innocently at him, and murmur in his ear, "Check your phone."

I may or may not have hurriedly texted a very plausible threat to him while I was running up the staircase toward my room. It involved a rusty spoon and a gender transformation if he told Jon the truth about us and made me go through everything else that I had that day.

He digs the smart phone out of his pocket and swipes the screen, visibly paling as he reads my text. Good, he gets the message, loud and clear. "Fine," he mumbles, "but you better get Jon off his Sex Talk Trip."

I smile and say, "I thought you would like talking about that kind of stuff."

Jace looks down at me with wide eyes and opens his mouth to reply, most likely to check out my sanity level and make sure that it is still in tip-top shape…or at least that I'm halfway sane. Before he can get more than, "What" out of his mouth, Jon, who is maybe five feet ahead of us, and just out of earshot of our almost silent conversation, decides that we're being too clingy.

"Come on, you two," he snaps, "I've got a life outside of math, I'll have you know, and if you want some help in it, you'll hurry up, Clare!"

"So pushy," I mutter loud enough for Jon to hear, rolling my eyes as I start walking more quickly. I begin to move away to a more comfortable distance from Jace when he grabs me by my upper arm gently, but firmly and pulls me back him. I slam into his side mutely, but I have to bite back a yelp of surprise. I look up at Jace with a clear question of what the hell? He looks back with a patronizing smile.

"Jon knows I'm all about PDA, baby," he mutters into my ear. I know that the last word is sarcastic, and is meant as a teasing remark, but it doesn't make me cringe like I thought it would. I simply lean against him and allow him to lead me through the short hallway, both of us speeding up slightly to appease my impatient brother.

Jon makes it into the living room a few seconds before we do, and is standing beside the couch, crossing his arms, and tapping his foot impatiently. I roll my eyes at the sight. My brother is such a drama queen. It's most likely his stunning good looks going to his head, but that's beside the point.

"Here we are, your majesty," I say, curtseying slightly, even spreading an invisible skirt as I lowered myself slightly. "I'm ready for your expert help."

Jon rolls his eyes and gestures for both of us to take a seat. "You can sit on my other side, Herondale," he informed Jace, gesturing to the opposite side of the couch from me.

I admire Jace's acting ability as he looks genuinely put out for a moment, before smirking at Jon and saying, "Come on, there's enough Herondale for the two of you to share peacefully…no need to fight over my affections!"

"I don't plan on sharing my boyfriend with my brother," I say before I even realize what's coming out of my mouth.

Jace smirks at me as he saunters from my side, with a pep in his step that hadn't been there moments before. I roll my eyes, I just inflated Jace's ego, which was already the size of at least the first floor of my house. I wonder how large it is now. Most likely growing to roughly the size of the entire home.

I grumble something under my breath about boys, and sit down beside my brother, who is curling his lip as though he found what I said disgusting…me too bro, me too.

I am somewhere between grateful cursing myself for having World History as my first period class. Mr. Greymark is a pretty cool guy, and doesn't really start class until about halfway through the period anyway. It is an amazing class to actually wake up in, unless you're like me and haven't really gone to bed to wake up. My main problem this morning, other than the obvious being sleep deprivation, would be the fact that Isabelle is sitting right next to be, eyes wide, apparently waiting for me to fill her in on what went on when she wasn't there, because Jace wasn't telling her anything. I am not sure if I am happy that he has kept his mouth shut, or aggravated about the fact that he left me to be the one to hand out the bits and pieces of gossip.

"He just helped me study," I say, grimacing as the look on her face gives away the perverted insinuations that are passing through her mind.

"Study," she said, rolling the word off her tongue like it was something tantalizing and fun. "I'm sure you had a lot to study, namely Anatomy."

"Try Pre-Calculus," I say. "Jon happened to be there with us, so there was no studying of any anatomy."

The gleeful light in her eyes dies a little, and I could tell that she is genuinely disappointed. "I think you're the only girl Jace has held out on," she muses, "you must be special."

I look over at Izzy, knowing that I am going to have to ask her. If I don't find a way to do it subtly, then the whole entire project was going to go straight down the tube. I look down, sighing, and say, "Or just boring."

"Please, Clary," I hear Izzy sigh. In my mind's eye, I can see her shaking her head, and her hair flowing along with her as though it is a midnight curtain swaying in the breeze. "You're not boring, sweetheart. I've seen boring girls, and they're all of those fake wannabes, like Kaelie Whatsherface."

I fight back a smile, knowing that Isabelle hated Kaelie and her group of preppy girls so much that she devoted some of her conscious thought to not knowing their proper names. It is a symbolic thing, really, but I can understand it, and I respect it. I manage to keep an almost upset look on my face. "Let's face it, they've at least had boyfriends before, I'm completely new, and Jace is going to get tired of me really quick."

"I seriously doubt that," Izzy says, rolling her eyes. "if you're so worried about it though, just try and do something that his exes never did."

"What's that?" I question.

"Don't smother him," she suggests. "Not that you seem like the type to anyway," she says quickly, as my expression turns from despair to outrage. "They're always all over him, always trying to have public make out sessions with him. Jace already has that reputation, and I don't think he needs any help with it."

"What do you suggest then?" I question, practically leaning on the edge of my seat.

"Try just holding his hand for starters?" Izzy suggested, shrugging her shoulders. "Let him walk you to class. I know you Clary, you're really stubborn about your independence, but Jace is going to want to do things for you, like carry your books. For the sake of all of our sanities…let him."

For some reason, through Isabelle's lecture, I feel as though I should be taking notes. I've seen these things that she is talking about happen all over the school, but I've never really thought about them for me, or even really wanted them. Now I am going to have to do them, and feel comfortable about it.

"Well," Isabelle says smirking, "I've given you some tips on being Jace's girlfriend…they weren't free."

"Of course they weren't," I reply dryly with a roll of my eyes. "Why would they be? What's this going to cost me?"

"Specific details of your first kiss with my brother," she replies, smiling at me nastily. "I've heard so many tarnishing his rep that I need to hear it from a friend to make me feel better."

"We…" I mumble, taking an interest in the wood on the desk in front of me. "We haven't really…kissed yet?"

I risk a glance over to Izzy, and see that she is looking at me with shock, but not the disgust that I was expecting, much to my relief. "With the chemistry that you two have," she commented, "I'm surprised that you haven't. I do expect a report when it does happen, understood?"

I roll my eyes, but nod at her. "Yes, ma'am."

Alright! I know that this is shorter than normal, and slower update than normal, but I figured that you'd rather have the quicker update than the longer chapter…I could be wrong though. School is…well, it's school, lol. I'm sorry for the wait, but I'm baaaack! And hopefully I'll be able to get started on the next chapter soon! Leave a lovely review…they make my day, considering the fact that I don't own TMI just ruins it.