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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="6d2acb714cfecd34acf1707d2afa5976"I woke up with a smile. Today was the day I would see Jace again. I hurried out of my bed, took a shower, and got dressed. I put on leggings, a comfortable shirt , and put my hair in a bun. After I was done getting ready, I had breakfast with Luke and my mom. They made sure I was going to be okay for the day, and left for my mom's art show. Yep. My mom was a big time painter, and our apartment consisted of her paintings and my sketches. I wasn't lucky enough to be blessed with her painting skills, but I was pretty good at drawing. I sat down for a minute, taking in the beauty of the day while sipping my coffee, which I described as being black as my soul. But then my eyes soon caught something. A letter, that was thrown in the garbage with my familiar neat handwriting. My heart started thumping as I reached for the letter and pulled it out of the trash. This was definitely Valentine's hand writing. I frantically ripped open the envelope but nothing was in it. A sudden realization hit me. My mom must be hiding this from me. I was yanked out of my thoughts when the doorbell rang. Surprised, I almost fell out of my chair. I went and opened the door, seeing Jace. He looked more handsome than he did yesterday, if that was possible. Black looked great on him. I realized I was staring. "Come on in" I said quietly. He smiled and walked in slowly, with his hands still resting on the door. "Is this yours"? he asked pointing to the painting. "No, I can't paint to save my life, I draw though" I said with a smile. He looked at my drawings and turned to me surprised. "These are amazing, Red". I blushed. "I though you weren't allowed to call me that, Goldilocks" I said, sticking my tongue out at him. He pushed me on my arm playfully. I flinched in pain. "What happened, are you alright"? "It's nothing don't worry about it"! Little did he know that Valentine had broke my arm before me and my mom left, and it never had healed properly although I was in a cast for a while. Jace still looked concerned, but he didn't have to know what the real reason was. "So, do you want to work on the project"? Jace nodded and we plopped down on the couch. We had gotten halfway through the project when Jace reached over and took my hair out of my bun. "Better?" I asked, as my hair cascaded around my face in waves. "Much" he replied, with his hands still in my hair. I moved away so his hands were no longer in my hair. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hint of disappointment flash across his face. When we finished a project (which should of taken only an hour but took two due to Jace talking about his many accomplishments at football) we decided to go out for ice cream. We walked across the street to one of the best ice cream stores in the city. When we went in the store, a blast of cold air hit me and I instantly shivered. Jace, of course noticing this, offered his jacket (again). "Jace, I might need to keep this jacket since you keep on giving it to me" I joked. "Well, of course" he replied. "Anything for the beautiful Clary Fray". I stopped in my tracks and looked up at his face. He didn't seem to be joking. My face turned bright red to match my hair and my freckles lit up like stars on my face. Nobody had ever called me beautiful before, except my mom, which didn't count. "Thank you" I said. And I truly meant it. Here Jace was cheering me up. It was hard to believe I had disliked him so strongly the other day. We went up to the counter and the cashier said "What would you like"? "Mango ice cream, please" we said at the same time. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Match made in heaven". The cashier exclaimed. "We're uh, not together" I stuttered. "That's a shame " he said as he handed us the mango ice cream. We sat down in a booth and ate happily. I was enjoying my ice cream so much I didn't notice that some had gotten on my nose, which Jace pointed out. "You got some ice cream on your nose, Red". I grabbed a napkin and wiped where I though the ice cream was. "Nope" Jace chuckled. "Let me try". He grabbed a napkin and dabbed on the tip of my nose. My heart started beating frantically, while I stared into his golden eyes, which reminded me so much of a lion's. An idea suddenly popped in my head. "Jace, you have some on your nose too" I said grinning wickedly. "Where"? he said looking down. When he looked down, I used my spoon and quickly put ice cream on his face. "Clary-what"? He said surprised. I quickly sprinted out of the store, laughing so hard that strangers were looking at me. Jace came out with the remaining ice cream on his shirt. "Clary Fray, I am so getting you back for that". He ran over to me and swooped me up over his shoulder. "Jace put me down"! I yelled and laughed at the same time. "Never. I am never letting go of you, Red" he replied. I managed to slide down, but I still had my arms on his neck. Our foreheads were touching, and we were staring into each other eyes. Suddenly, a duck quaked and Jace jumped back. "Jesus" Jace muttered. "Are you scared of ducks, Wayland"? Jace shook his head, but then another duck appeared and he looked scared out of his mind. "Okay, let's go Clary" he said grabbing my hand. We walked back over to my apartment, and he didn't let go of my hand until we reached the door. I put the key into the lock and opened the door. I kicked my shoes off, and checked my voicemail to see if I had any messages from my mom. I had one from an unknown number, so I clicked on it. "Hello" a daunting voice said. "If you could call me back Clarissa, that would be great. I miss you very much and can't wait until I see you again". My face turned white, and before I knew it, I was falling to the floor, unconscious./p