lindsayhonaker: ahaha, I know, about time.

eva: you think?

SebbyLoverTMI: YAAAAAAAY FABULOUS.

Daire123: Yeah, I could buy that. Thank you. I kinda cheated in picking artworks that I liked though, haha. I love jealous Jace. And jealous Clary is super fiery, haha.

Crazypoptartdude: Thank youuu! BC MAGNUS IS MAGIC! Okay, not in the fanfic but I couldn't resist adding something like that; human or not, I think he'll always be a lil bit magical. I do that quite a bit. Although, I prefer it when I'm wrong.

riley207: I love Sizzy, so I don't mind. But even if I didn't, I'd write it in if you guys wanted it (and if it fit in with the story).

SuShadowhunter from Ravenclaw: I love Clace. Haha, I think this story is going to get even more confusing and complicated so just ask if you don't understand something. How can you now have tumblr?! I'm kinda obsessed with it, haha.

YayitsCaroline: We all love Clace

sarahstories: thanks

xBabySnapsx: Ah, that's great!

lovelydreams98: you're welcome? Haha

PrincessJojo: haha I'm sure I can pop a death in somewhere, sure.

Toffeeandfudge: Of course there will be

Guest: my bad!

kayleighfur: shit I'm jealous of anyone who gets to see bands I like in concert. I love art but I'm too impatient to sit and draw because I'm such a perfectionist when it comes to drawing. I usually just do it through writing, poetry and songwriting. Bo I didnt know they were in the dictionary! Isn't selfie in there as well? Yesss. He's so hypocritical. It makes me so angry. Sure, that'd be cool! Send it my way. And yes I see what you did there haha.

Okay, that was a lot of reviews for that last chapter! So, I got a really positive reaction when I gave you guys an insight into Clary's and Jace's minds and pasts, so I'm going to do something similar these next couple of chapters and I may continue it in the future every now and then. If you like them enough for me to do that, of course.

JACE POV

She's like a Siren. The ones in Greek mythology that lured sailors to their destruction with their singing and their beauty. She reminds me of a piece of art by Edward Armitage, aptly named The Siren- a copy of which is in one of the back rooms of my private art gallery. The Siren in that painting has slightly red hair, like Clary, and was lazily relaxing on boulders, gazing at ships like she ruled the oceans.

She breaks through that invisible box that confines women as fragile and weak. She's so brave and strong that it contradicts her tiny frame. I could probably wrap both of her fists in one of my hands but she can seriously pack a punch. If you hugged her, you wouldn't want to squeeze her too hard in case she broke, but if you told her that, she'd probably hit you.

She reminds me of Joan of Arc, leading an army. Not caring who ridicules her for being female or being too young. She doesn't care what people think of her, she just cares about reaching her goals. I admire her.

I remember the first time I heard about her, 4 years ago.

I was in my office busy laying cards out on my desk, prepping for another game of solitaire. All paperwork I needed to do that day was done and now I was just hanging around.

Half way through my game there a tap at my door. "Come in."

Sebastian walked in. "Boss," he grinned. He- being one of my closest friends as well as a gang member- was more informal than the others. "Have you heard about The Thorns?"

Ah, The Thorns. Our rival gang. Well, less rivals now. Our gang, The Bronx, had been huge rivals with the Thorns for decades but they had been hardly any trouble for the whole time I'd been the leader of this gang; that's a year. Apparently, they got a new leader 5 years or so ago and he'd lead them into the ground. I didn't even think they had a gang any more.

I looked back down at my game. "Let me guess: the leader killed himself because he can't even deal with the fact that he is a useless gang leader." I placed a joker to the side.

"Not quite," I could hear the smirk in his voice. Strange kid. "There is a new leader."

He placed a file on my desk. I glanced at it, and took a double take. Clarissa Morgenstern was written at the top. Clarissa? A female? I don't even know of any female gang leaders.

I opened the file to find one page. And that didn't even have much information on it.

Name: Clarissa Adele Morgenstern

Age: 18

Hair: Red. Natural colour.

Eyes: Green

Height: 5"2 (estimate)

Ethnicity: White American

Parents: Father- Unknown to creator of file. Mother- Unknown to creator of file.

Extra detail of parents if known/necessary: Unknown to creator of file.

Siblings: Only known sibling- Jonathan Morgenstern.

Distinctive marks: Tattoo/s- (Only known tattoo) a red Q with a heart below it. Tattoo location- inside index finger, right hand. Birthmarks- None known to creator of file. Scars: None known to creator of file. Freckles: Yes. Piercings: None known to creator of file.

Other detail: None to state.

I looked up at Sebastian. "This is all the information you could get?"

"Well, Magnus put the file together and found the information and I couldn't believe that we knew so little about her so I checked to see what else I could find out about her and came to a dead end."

I blinked at him. "Not even her parents."

"No, boss."

"And this "None known to creator of file"?"

"Magnus writes these things-"

"Wow, really?! That's weird, it's not like it's in his job description. Although, the glitter gel pen does give it away a bit. And the signature 'lots of love, Mags'." I don't even mean to be sarcastic, it just sort of... slips out now.

Sebastian sighed slightly. "Yes, I know. As I was saying, he sent someone over to spy on her as a gang leader but she's closed off. Apparently only interacts personally with her brother." He ended with a shrug.

I nodded, thinking.

Wow, she was a mystery. And only 18 years old? That was the age I was when I started running this gang. And what was with that tattoo? Red Q? Something to do with her hair? I sighed, deep in thought, completely forgetting that Sebastian was still there. I looked back to my game of solitaire- intending to finish it before I forgot- and froze as I saw the next card on the pile. I slowly reached down to pick it up. Queen of Hearts. Clarissa's tattoo. Red Q. I let out a laugh thinking about the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. She's a bit of a bitch, to be honest. At that point I realised something: Clarissa Morgenstern was going to be a handful.

Back to present day and I stick by my word; she's a fucking handful.

By the sixth month after she became leader of The Thorns, I was being interrupted left, right and centre by news of trouble. And, I have to admit, I had no idea what to do. No gang had given us trouble while I had been here and then this tiny, fiery red-head comes along and wreaks havoc. I admit, albeit begrudgingly, I admired her. I still do.

Even more so since I found out about her scars. That made me wince every time I thought about it and then thinking about it too much would go on to give me a migraine. She wouldn't tell me any more than she already had. And I'd tried. I wouldn't push her, though. I wouldn't push her to because I know exactly what she'd do if I did; she'd shut down. That's what I'd do if she tried to force her way into my past. It sounds horrible but it's too painful. Not with someone I barely know... God, that's a pile of shit. Even a fuckwit in denial like me knows it's because I know how fucking hard she'll judge me. She'll know how fucked up I really am, how fucked up reliving moments in my past every day makes me.

I don't want her to shut down or run away because I'm pressuring her, I want her to be able to trust me and I know she won't or can't do that if I'm constantly bringing her past back. I don't focus on the unchangeable, I can't control that, I focus on the present and future.

She's so different. And I know that sounds like the most high school cliché pile of shit you've ever heard but it's true. It's like our roles have reversed. Girls seem to think that they can bat their eyelashes at me and I'll do whatever they want but it's the other way around; I show them the slightest bit of attention- not even putting effort into it- and they'll twist, turn and thrust as much as I want. But now it's Clary. She just has to make 0.36 seconds of eye contact with me and I'm catering to her every need. Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration but the idea is there.

I don't even know how it happened. One minute she was just some gang leader giving me hassle, next she was my partner (and that what pushing it) and now she's... well, she's definitely something. And I have no idea what to do.

My apologies for taking a while to write this, I had the stress of early GCSE results today (do not ask) and because of the worry I ended up writing terribly on this. I deleted it and wrote it again and again and this is the final result. I hope you guys like it. You probably won't.
PS- I hope everyone got amazing results in their GCSE's.