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Disclaimer: Cassie Clare owns the characters.

Previously:

When they reach her locker, Jace releases his hold on her. She opens her locker to switch books, feeling rushed since Jace was standing there. Nobody seems to think we're a couple. Is this what we usually are like? Jace seems to think the same thing because when she turns around, he leans over and plants a kiss on her lips. His lips push against her's with so much force that she can't hold back a groan. Once they hear a collection of gasps, they stop kissing. With their foreheads touching and his thumb stroking her cheekbone, there's no mistaking it. They're (finally) a couple. People begin to whisper to each other.

At the end of the hallway that Clary's locker is in, they hear a door slam. Well fuck! Clary looks at Jace, his eyes were wide as saucers.

"Jonathan Christopher Herondale, you sorry little shit!"

Jace POV

Well, fuck. I'm screwed. Jace can already see the epitaph on his gravestone:

Jonathan Christopher Herondale-Lightwood, Age 16; Died of decapitation from his best friend's brother; Was a great son, friend, and fake boyfriend

He looks at Clary and can see the panic in her eyes. Jon was getting closer and closer. "Wish me luck, Clare-bear." Though it was expected, Jace couldn't help but feel surprised when he got ripped away from Clary.

"You little bastard!" Jon, with Jace's ear in hand, drags him into the boy's locker room and locks the door. He then shoves him onto a bench. "You said that you weren't dating my little sister!"

Though he's in this situation, Jace rolls his eyes. Is he really this stupid? "Jon, you're totally misunderstanding this. Don't you remember the list on how-"

"What fucking list are you talking about!?" Jace inwardly sighs. He's raging right now, nothing's going to get through to him. "I don't care about a stupid list, you lied about my sister."

"Come on, man. Hear me ou-"

Jon's arm draws back for a punch, but the door to the locker room rattles then slams open. "Jonathan Christopher MORGENSTERN! Get away from my boyfriend!" A flash of red dashes towards them and Clary roughly shoves Jon away from him, her green eyes flashing. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"He lied. He lied about dating you, Clarissa! How else am I supposed to react?"

She rolls her eyes. "Are you really that dense?" His face is expresses nothing but seriousness; Clary snorts and covers her mouth, but it doesn't stop her from bursting out in laughter. Her laughter seems to confuse Jon and his rage begins to seep away. She wipes her eyes. "My God! You really are that dense!"

"What are you talking about?"

Grinning, she opens her mouth but Jace quickly clamps his hand over it. "We should go to outside. There are many people listening." Jon reluctantly agrees.

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"Wait. So you're 'fake' dating?"

"Yes, Jon. Did you really forget about the list that Izzy made that day?"

Jon coughs. " ." He turns to Jace. "Sorry about that."

"I understand. If I were in your position, I wouldn't want my sister's best manwhore friend to corrupt her."

"Thanks, man. You really do understand me. Rage happens when it happens." Acting as if Clary wasn't watching, they give each other a bro hug that's full of understanding.

"As much as I love all the bromance happening right now, remember: he's my boyfriend. Jon, I don't want any competition." She winks, grabs Jace's arm and drags him back inside the school building.

"Clarissa, your jealousy is turning me on." He let's out a moan.

She coughs and quickly let's go of his arm. He hears her sigh in relief when she realizes that no one heard. "I mean- I-uh-I was just kidding you know."

He laughs and wraps an arm around her. "I know you were, but that still doesn't change a thing."

"Well, I guess I have to find your off switch."

"You know where that is." He looks down at her than at his crotch. Innocent, Clary follows his line of vision. It takes her a couple seconds to fully understand what he's implying, but he feels her stiffen. Jace watches as she looks back at him, disgust and embarrassment evident on her face, and throws her a wink.

She brings her hands to cover her red face. "It's not even 8:15 am and you've already started with your innuendos."

I literally swear, she is the single most adorable thing in the world. He begins to take off his backpack. Facing forward, he crouches down in front of her. "Hop on. In my special way of apologizing, I'll give you a piggyback ride to class. Just hold on to my backpack."

"No way. You're just going to say something stupid again. Plus, riding on your back isn't that as comfortable as other people's." She was obviously bluffing about the last part.

Jace opens his mouth to speak.

She cringes. "Don't say anything about me riding other guys. I most definitely didn't mean it in that way!"

He closes his mouth.

"I knew it! I knew it! See, I know you better than you think."

"Come on, I'm getting tired of crouching." He grins when she grabs his bag and wraps her arms around his neck. Although there are are only a handful of people in the hallway, the whispers can be easily heard. "If you really think you know me that well, then tell me what I'm thinking." He throws her higher onto his bag, keeping as secure grip on her thighs.

She leans forward so she can see the side of his face. He stops walking to turn his head towards her. I like- no, love you. I want to see if you'll guess that. She does her best to ignore the closeness of his face and just answer the question. "I think you're thinking of things that only a manwh-"

He plants a kiss on her lips, cutting her off, and begins to walk again. He answers softly, "You're wrong."

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