Hey! So I'm back. Yeah. I'm incredibly sorry that I can't seem to get my crap together, but I finally did it. I've been working on writing, so I'll try to start writing chapters that are AT LEAST 2,000+ words. Thanks for the continuous support and I welcome any new followers of this story. Thanks for reading my attempt at a story. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Regarding some comments:

To that Guest: Hi! Thanks for your review! And I'm sorry that I disappointed you with a non-chapter update, but trust me: I wouldn't dare update a shorter chapter. I may have done that it the past, but getting my life together has changed the way I look at things. Those days of procrastination are over. I sorry again for disappointing you and thanks for reading and reviewing!

The comments in general: Thanks so much! I hope this chapter shows you all what I intend to do for the rest of the story.

Please review, and critique (maybe even follow or favorite?).

I hope you enjoy...

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Previously:

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.

-o-o-o-o-

Clary POV

Clary lays on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind drifts back to that day over, and over again. It torments her every time she sees Jace, causing her face to heat up. It's been a couple days since that happened, yet is seems like just yesterday.

Holy shit, I still can't believe I did that. Or that he said that. Or that I did that.

She feels giddy at the thought of her "bravery" (as Izzy calls it), and she wonders if Jace genuinely means what he said. Was it part of the act as a boyfriend? Was he serious? No way. Through her daze of disbelief, a small thought slithers into her mind.

This is so exciting! Not knowing whether he likes me or not. I've felt this way before...with Sebastian.

Sebastian...that bastard. Asshole. Son of a bitch. Man-whore.

She huffs in annoyance and turns over to her side. The breakup with Sebastian was something she feels grateful for, it allowed her to realize that even the best things in life don't last forever. That she should always keep her heart guarded no matter what. Unfortunately, a certain blond-haired someone was making that difficult. She smiles.

I wonder what happened to him. I saw him when Jace and I first appeared to be dating, but I haven't seen him ever since. Unless, the revenge plan worked. We seriously have to follow through with that.

Slowly, she begins to lose consciousness, but a sudden vibration causes her to jolt awake.

This phone, I swear...

She reaches for her phone resting beside her head. "I should've turned it off," she mutters.

Jacey-poo: Hey. U still up?

If she wasn't so pissed, she would actually laugh. The nerve of this guy is truly amazing. Of all people, doesn't he know better than to disturb me when I'm about to sleep?

C: No. I'm just sleep texting and I'm assuming you're doing the same. That is, unless you're awake.

Has he never heard the proverb: Never wake a sleeping giant? The nerve of this guy is astounding.

Jacey-poo: Well, shit. I didn't realize that I was asleep. Thanks for informing me.

C: My gosh! Have your brain cells been reduced in size due to your man-whore habits? Do you need me to tuck you in bed and tell you whether your sleeping or not?

Jacey-poo: Aww, don't be like that, babe. And I wouldn't mind having you in my room during night. ;)

C: The fact that you're able to state an innuendo this late at night would've impressed me, if only it wasn't directed at me. Or was an innuendo.

Jacey-poo: You're so hot when you're feisty. btw, what do you have me under in your contacts? Izzy said that I'd love it.

Clary nearly laughs out loud. "Izzy, the sly wench."

C: Hmmm. I'd rather not tell you. Maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or never.

Jacey-poo: Well, it better be-

She hears footsteps approach her bedroom door, and rushes to hide her phone under the covers. Clary's heart pounds rapidly inside her chest, and she chants a mantra. Please don't catch me, please don't catch me.

"Goodnight, Clary." Her mom says. Clary stays as still as some sleeping should be. She can still see the hallway light pouring into her room, meaning that her mom is still standing there. Probably waiting for a response. After several moments, she hears her shut the door and walk away. She lets out a breath she's been holding. Phew that was a close one. Even if I'm in high school, she'd still take my phone away if she catches me using it late at night.

Slowly, she takes her phone from under the covers and reads the text that he sent earlier.

Jacey-poo: Well, it better be along the lines of "The Golden God" or "My Angel Faced Boyfriend"

Jacey-poo: Helloo... You still there?

(5 min. ago)

Clary quickly texts a response.

C: WRONG. More like "Narcissistic Man-Whore"

To her surprise, Jace responds immediately.

Jacey-poo: That's not nice :*(

C: Srry. Didn't mean to deflate your rather large ego.

C: I gtg, I'm tired. Night, Jacey-poo.

Clary is about to shut off her phone, but it vibrates one last time. She glances at the message:

Jacey-poo: I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! YOU TOTALLY HAVE THAT FOR ME UNDER YOUR CONTACTS. Word of advice- watch your phone tomorrow...

She blinks at the message. Was he- Is he being serious? She shudders. Talk about creepy. After shutting of her phone, her room is immediately shrouded in darkness. The sleepiness that she had felt before her conversation with Jace comes back to her, and her eyes automatically slip shut.

-o-o-o-o-

"MOM, I'M HEADING OUT! SEE YOU LATER!" Clary calls right before she shuts he door behind her. She walks farther away from her house into the crisp morning air. Jace's car is parked right outside her driveway, causing her to grip her phone tightly against her chest. Was he serious about last night?

She can see his face from the windshield. He has a maniacal grin on, eyeing the phone that's being tightly clutched. She stops dead in her tracks. Holding the phone in my hand isn't going to work. He can easily grab it from me. Two places that Jace wouldn't dare think of touching are the waistband of her jeans and inside her bra. She turns around, intending to take out her phone from its case. Just to be sure he's not watching, she turns her head to look at him. He's looking curiously at her from inside the car, but is making no move to get out. She quickly slips it from her solid colored case. Her mind debates which one to put in her bra. The actual phone, since it's safer...up there. Clary stuffs the phone in her bra, and her slightly flowy shirt doesn't create an imprint. Plus, she can always use her cardigan to strategically hide that area of her shirt.

She turns around smirking at Jace. He watches her, curiosity and suspicion evident on his face. Good. I have his attention. She shows him the back of her case so it looks like the phone is still inside. Before she can change her mind, she partially lifts up her shirt. The morning air makes her slightly shiver. Taking a peek at his face, which is a mix between surprise and (still) confusion, she quickly shoves it into the waistband of her jeans and lowers her shirt again. She feels face heat up from the cold and most likely embarrassment.

Crap. Now I have to go inside his car. This is going to be a long ride.

The phone is cold against her chest and she pulls her cardigan around herself. She heads towards the car, and climbs inside. A moment of silence.

"'Morning... Jacey-poo." Clary looks at him, grinning.

Jace's eyebrows raise, and he turns towards her, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel. "Good Morning. SO, What was all that flashing about?"

Embarrassment washes into her. She turns away from him, praying that this conversation will end soon. "Um. I was taking...safety precautions."

"Oh. Because of that text last night, right?"

She nods slowly.

"Do you know why I wrote that?"

She nods slowly.

"And do you understand that I'm very serious? Especially about what I'm called."

She nods slowly, starting to grow worried.

"And finally, do you know what the punishment is?"

Clary sits as still as a statue, blinks in confusion, then shakes her head. Jace grins that scarily maniacal grin, making her want to leap out of the car. Uh-oh. Faster than lightning, he reaches over and begins to mercilessly tickle her.

"N-no! S-stop- stop it!" She says, laughing while gasping for air. While tickling her, she feels his hands slip under her shirt ever so smoothly. "W-What. A-are you doing!?" Unfortunately, being in the state she's in, Clary is unable to do anything except writhe on the seat. Please don't grope me, please don't grope me. His hand climbs past her stomach and towards her bra. It carefully passes over her breasts, careful not to touch them, and grabs her phone. One of his fingers accidentally brush against he skin, making her shiver even though she's still being tickled. Once he has the phone, he pulls his hand out of her shirt and runs outside.

"What the hell, dude?" Clary yells, still recovering from the attack. She stumbles outside. Jace is standing in her yard and going through her phone as if it was his own. Without thinking, she tackles him. Well, attempts to, at last. She ends up jumping on him and clinging on to him, trying to reach her phone. He raises his arm, just so it's high above her head, even though she's on him. Unfortunately, while struggling to keep balance from her run-and-jump, Jace slips on the wet grass. They end up landing with Jace underneath an unharmed, very startled Clary.

They both lay there, breathing hard. Her phone long forgotten and their noses brushing against each other. Before their lips can touch, Clary whispers, "Thank you... for breaking my fall." She pushes off him and rolls onto the grass. They lay there in silence, until Clary can't take it. She grabs her phone and dashes into the car. Her face is undoubtedly on fire, and the back of her clothes are wet. She shuts the door and peeks outside.

Jace lays there for several moments before he sits up. He slams his fist in a frustrated manner, then enters his car. He sees her hunched over. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just wet." She replies, not thinking. Once she realizes what she just said, she quickly adds, "My clothes! The back of my clothes are wet with water."

"If you want, I have a hoodie you can use in the back."

She nods gratefully. "Thanks." She exits the car into the (what seems like) freezing May air and enters into the second row. "We should start heading to school before we get late."

He obliges and begins to head int he direction of their high school. She removes her cardigan, but the back of her top is also wet with morning dew. How is that even possible? She groans in frustration.

"You okay back there?" Jace asks, looking at her from the rear view mirror.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just, uh, don't look while I change."

No response. Way to reassure me, Jacey-poo, Clary thinks sarcastically. Oh screw it. I'm wet and cold and it's morning. What the hell is wrong with the weather. First it's cold, then warm, then FREEZING. She examines the hoodie he has in the back. His soccer hoodie. It's gonna be big, but I'm wearing leggings. In the changing process, she gets thrown to the side. She waits for a red light, frustrated and now sore. When it finally comes, she quickly slips the hoodie over her head. She then throws her hair up in a messy bun, deciding that it's going to be a lazy day,

"Thanks, Ja-" She looks up to see him grinning at her from the rear view mirror. "You perverted, pedophilic, MAN-WHORE! I told you not- not to peek..."

"Your welcome."

Clary's face turns red for the second time this morning, possibly redder than before and redder than the stoplight. This red light is awfully long. "Uh, how much did you see?"

"Black is really your color, it makes your skin look gorgeously pale. And you're a, let me guess, 32B?" Jace grins even harder.

"You-you...JONATHAN CHRISTOPHER HERONDALE!" She yells at the top of her lungs.

He laughs as the light turns green and hits the gas.

-o-o-o-o-

I hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter. I decided to include the more pervy side of Jace that I don't really show much of. Please comment on how much you like it, or anything you'd want me to add, or just critique my work. Suggestions would really help, it's great knowing what you guys want.

Thanks for reading!

~Charlotte