Thanks for all the support and for reading my story! I've finally reached over 200 followers and over 100 favorites (is it possible to die from happiness?)! This will be such a motivator for me! I'm sorry about the previous short chapter. I just wanted to put something out there!

BTW, HAVE ANY OF YOU WATCHED THE NEW TV SERIES SHADOWHUNTERS!? IT'S BASED ON TMI: CITY OF BONES AND I LIKE DIED. Sadly, they changed quite a bit of the story, but a TV show is a TV show. The first episode came out on Jan 12, the second Jan 19.

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Clary POV

Algebra II is dull compared to Clary's eventful morning. The sudden kiss Jace gave still lingered on her lips. She feels her self smile at the thought, and brushes her fingers over her lips. Why am I happy? It was all just for show. Just to get reven-

Behind her, Isabelle kicks her chair making Clary jump. "Ms. Morgenstern?"

"Yes, Ms. Devost?" She looks up with a smile etched on her face.

Ms. Devost looks warily at her. "Did you not hear the problem, Clarissa?"

The entire class' attention turn towards Clary, who's face was rapidly turning red. People begin to whisper.

That's her, Jace Herondale's new girlfriend.

So much for only being "friends". More like "friends with benefits".

What, is she mentally retarded?

No doubt she's his next plaything. Jace Herondale would never stick with someone like her.

Tears begin to fill in her eyes at their harsh words. She presses her thumbs on the top of her closed fists, a trick she learned to control her feelings. "I'm sorry, but can you please repeat the problem." She allows a hint of shame to be laced into her voice.

"It's number eight from your homework last night, which I can see that you do not have out. We all can wait." Damn, who put that stick up her ass!? Clary reaches in her bag and pulls out her math binder. She can hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears and throughout her entire body. Thankfully, last night's homework sits neatly on top of the small stack of papers. She opens her mouth to speak.

"You're taking too long, Ms. Morgenstern." The entire class snickers when she get's cut off. Clary swallows the lump forming in her throat. She clenches her fists tighter.

The demon of a teacher turns to the desk next to her's. "Kaelie, what did you get for number eight?"

Kaelie, a younger follower of Seelie, smiles sweetly. "I got n=78.4, ma'am." Slutty kiss up. Once Ms. Devost is pleased, she turns to Clary, eyes her up and down, then smirks. She crosses her enviously long legs, basking in the attention of both guys and girls.

Clary just rolls her eyes. "Thanks," she whispers to Isabelle.

"Sure. Seriously though, who pissed in her fruit loops? Maybe one of her cat's."

"Possibly. I've always pegged her as a cat lady." They both snicker, but quickly return their attention to class before Ms. She-Devil can notice.

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The signal to switch classes rang, ending third period study hall faster than Clary had anticipated. Her palms begin to sweat and her heart beats swiftly in her chest. Jace. Lunch. Shit. Kill me now. Excitement and anxiousness bubble in the pit of her stomach. She rushes out of the library, heading to the bathroom. Cleaning up her face is all that she can think about. She immediately leans over a sink to closely inspect her face. Just a bit of smudges under her eyes but, thankfully, nothing more. After rubbing them away, she reaches for her "emergency" pouch to re-apply mascara. Clary's hand shakes slightly, but successfully applies another coat on each eye. For a moment her hand hovers over her face and she looks into the mirror. What am I doing? I must be really shaken up, since when did I care about my appearance? Putting everything away, she quickly fixes her hair and looks into the mirror one last time. "You got this, Clarissa."

She exits the bathroom and, very slowly, makes her way towards the lunch room door.

"Hey, Babe." Jace comes out of nowhere and slides his arms around her waist. Unfortunately, Clary's instincts kick in; she stomps on his foot and elbows his stomach hard enough to make him fall against the lockers. She whirls, ready to punch him in the throat but she stops when she see's who it is. Jace face is contorted in pain and he's clutching his stomach. He let's out a brittle cough. "I'm going to assume that you don't like being called 'Babe'."

She immediately rushes to his side. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I'm so sorry." With one arm around her shoulder, they lower themselves to sit against the locker. She carefully removes his arm from her shoulder and examines him. "I-I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"

He nods. "I hit my gorgeous face against the lockers." A small bruise forms on the side if his mouth and on his cheek.

"The locker's did that?" Clary gasps. Tentatively, she reaches for his face. He watches her hand inch its way closer and closer until it's a couple inches away.

"Clary!" She yanks her hand back. Looking up, she sees Isabelle and Maia walking towards them.

Maia grins. "What did you do to him? Whatever you did, teach it to me," she leans in closer, "to discipline Jordan." The girl's laugh.

"Hey, injured person here." Jace coughs for effect.

Isabelle clucks her tongue. "He doesn't look too good. You should really drive him home."

Maia nods in agreement.

"Yeah. Okay, why not. I'll see you guys later?"

They nod and leave for the cafeteria.

Clary turns to Jace. She grabs his chin, examining his face. "You look the part, just act like it. More weak and sick. Got it?"

"Yeah. Anything to get out of school early that doesn't involve skipping class." She helps him up.

"Since when did you not care about skipping class? You always get away with it, never getting caught or in trouble."

The slowly make their way to the office. He laughs. "This is my junior year, one more year until I'm in college. I have to shape up and become a better student."

"Wow. Just, wow. If I wasn't helping you right now, I'd be clapping." She sees him smile.

When they finally reach the office, the secretary's eyes widen. "Clarissa, what happened to him? A fight?"

Clary did her best to look guilty and sheepish. "It's actually my fault. Jace was walking, but tripped hard on my bag and fell against the lockers."

She hesitates and turns to Jace. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I just need to rest."

Clary speaks up. "May I please bring him home, Mrs. Greene?"

The secretary smiles. "Yes, but only because I know how close you two are." She goes on her computer and excuses them from classes the rest of the day. Yes!THe freedom is so close I can almost taste it. "Take care of him, okay? I trust you."

"Yes, ma'am. See you tomorrow!"

"Bye!"

Once they were out of her line of vision, she allows Jace to walk on his own. Practically running to his car, throwing their bags to the back, Jace quickly backs up and drives away from the school.

"Yes! Finally free!"

Jace chuckles. "You still owe me though."

"What? For what?"

He gestures at his face, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Are you okay?"

He nods. "I think I have a bruise on my stomach, and I can feel the bruises on my face. But don't worry, I will survive."

"Good. I need you-"

He looks at her, his golden orbs filled with affection.

"-for my revenge."

He drops the look and ignores Clary's laughter the entire drive home.

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As soon as they enter the house, Clary makes a move for the first-aid kit. "Go wait in the living room, I'll get the first aid kit." Jace obliges and leaves for the other room.

She walks to the kitchen and opens the medical cabinet; the first-aid kit is on the top shelf. She stands on the tips of her toes, stretching to reach it. Groaning in frustration she thinks, Must I do this all the time? She places her palms flat on the counter top, and prepares to boost herself up. Suddenly, a body comes up from behind her and an arm reaches for it.

"I knew you were going to need help." Jace smirks.

Red faced, she rolls her eyes. "I thought I told you to wait in the living room."

"Well, after knowing me for years you should know that I don't listen to instructions well. And you're welcome."

"I never said thank you." Clary protests.

"You just did." He hands her the kit and heads towards the living room.

She fondly rolls her eyes. Setting the first-aid kit down, she places her cold palms against her warm cheeks. I always blush more when he's around. What a smart-ass. What a hot ass. She shakes her head in horror. Pointing to her face, she whispers, "No! I will not think of my best friend like that. He has been good to me for many years. And, yes, he does have a hot ass, but just because I think that doesn't mean I want to date him. Right? I don't want to...to date him? Right?"

"Hey, Clary, are you done talking with yourself? My bruises are throbbing like crazy." Jace calls from the next room.

Clary nearly dies right there. On the floor. He heard me!? Oh God, no. No, no, no, no, no. He just heard me but didn't hear what I was saying. Right? Yeah, I'm just deluding myself. She opens the freezer and grabs an ice pack, then walks to the living room.

Jace in intensely watching TV. When she enters he looks up at her. "Took you long enough."

"Hey," she says weakly. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine. Anyways, what were you telling to yourself?"

Oh thank God! He didn't hear a thing. She scrambles for a believable answer."Just talking to my friend. She's going to be here for a week."

"You're frie-" It takes him a second to realize what she was saying. "Yeah, no. Sorry I asked." He shudders and she laughs.

Finally able to breath, she sits next to him and sets down what she's holding. "What is with guys and periods? Is it a touchy subject fro you or something?"

"No its just," He shudders again. "It's just weird. Okay, enough talk of that. I just never knew you were so vain."

"Vain? What are you talking about?"

"I heard the words 'hot ass'." Clary makes a choking noise, but covers it with a coughs. Jace gives her a strange look." I was kind of hoping you were talking about me, but I guess not."

"Yeah, I guess not."

They sit there in silence, watching TV. "So. Are you going to treat my wounds, Nurse Clary?"

"Yeah. Sorry." She opens the first-aid kit, sets it on his lap, and kneels next to him. "What do you want me to take care of first, Mr. Herondale?"

"Well, Nurse, I'd like you to take care of my stomach first."

"I-" Clary watches as he swiftly pulls off his shirt, reveling a perfectly toned body. She quickly looks away, her face becoming warm. Then hot. Then on fire. "Yeah, sure."

She avoids looking into his eyes and focuses on her work. Reaching for the first-aid kit, she pulls out a tube of arnica bruise ointment. She then applies it onto the purple-blue bruise on his abs. Oh, crap. Play it cool. Play it cool. Using two fingers, she massages the cream until it disappears. She can feel his eyes watching her, and she feels her face become even warmer. Great, now I have to put some on his face.

"Is this making you nervous?"

She shakes her head.

"Uncomfortable? Cause' if it is, I can always do it my-"

"No, I got it. I'm fine." Thankfully, her voice comes out confident and firm; nothing at all like she's feeling. "Maybe you're the one that's nervous." She jokes.

He leans down forcing her eyes to meet his. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I'm feeling something else."

She bites her lip and looks away. Returning her attention to the ointment, she applies some on her finger. Using one hand to steady his face, her other applies some on his cheekbone. The bruise surprisingly didn't ruin his features, only enhanced them. She puts more on her finger. The last bruise is right next to his lips. She gulps. Well, shit. Here goes nothing. She rubs the ointment as gently as possible on his bruise, but she wasn't focusing on it. His pale pink lips were really tempting and soft. Without thinking, her fingers moved themselves towards his lips. Jace stiffens at her touch then slowly relaxes.

"Sorry," she mutters. Clary notices his reaction and makes a begins to move her hand away. What the hell am I thinking? Touching his lips!

As fast as lightning, Jace grabs her wrist and gently holds her fingertips against his lips. She feels him slightly smiling. "Touch my lips all you want. They're meant for you and for only you."

Surprised by his words, she can't help but oblige.

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