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School starts tomorrow for me. So it might take me longer to post new chapters. I will try.

Chapter 10!

Clary POV

"Dad?" I ask silently. I look inside his room and see him laying with his eyes closed.

I walk further into the room and sit in the chair next to his bed. I hold his hand and look at him. He's hooked up to machines and his face is pale and sunken.

"Dad, I am sorry," I say with tears in my eyes. "I am sorry. I am the reason why you are like this. I know, I am the worst daughter ever. You have done so much for me and I haven't done shit for you. Sorry for cussing." I murmur the last part.

"Just wait, dad. Just wait. When you wake up, I will do whatever you want. You want me to take the business? Done. You want to walk me down the aisle? Done. You want me to marry Jace? Done. I will do whatever you want. Just wake up. Please." I lay my head on this arm and cry. I can do anything for my dad. Anything.

"Clary?" I look up to see my mom in the doorway. "Sweetie, go home. I'll stay with your dad."

"Oh, I can stay with him," I tell but she shakes her head.

"Luke and I will stay with Val. You go home and rest." I about to protest when she said, "You can come back in the morning."

I nod and give my dad a kiss on the cheek and walk out.

Now, how the fuck do I get home? Jace drove us here and Luke took his car to get some food. Where is Jace? I thought. I walk to the Café of the hospital to get a coffee because my brain is not working.

I was waiting for my coffee when someone said, "CrayCray?" in a shocked voice. I turn around to see a very, very charming man standing in front of me. He had long dark hair that fell into his moss-colored eyes. His shoulders and arms were toned and he was tall. He was looking at me with wide eyes and a surprised grin.

"Uh, are you talking to me?" I pointed to myself.

"Uh, yeah, I am talking to you," he said. His voice was familiar. Very familiar.

"Remember me? 2010? Brooklyn rehab…" No. No way.

"Jordan Kyle!" I yell and he laughs.

"Finally!" he holds his arms out and I hug him tightly.

Jordan and I met at the rehab in Brooklyn. He was the one that helped me the most. He was in for drug abuse and has been in the rehab for 3 years.

"Oh my god. I missed you." I tell him.

"I missed you too CrayCray," I smile at the old nickname. When we were in rehab, I was a crabby little thing and always cried. Also because he thought I was crazy for thinking about killing myself over some bullies. So, Jordan gave me the name, CrayCray.

"When did you get out?"

"A few months after you did." He tells me sheepishly. Knowing damn well what was coming next.

I slapped his ripped bicep. "And you didn't try to contact me?!" I was hurt.

"Ow! First of all, I didn't have a phone. Second, I relapsed." He tells me embarrassed.

"Oh. You good now right?"

"Yeah. Definitely," He tells me.

We start to walk out with our coffees and stop by the entrance of the hospital.

"So why are you here?" I ask him, sipping my coffee.

"My uncle is sick. I came to drop some things for my aunt. What about you?"

"My dad is not doing too well," I tell him looking down. Suddenly I was pulled into a hug.

"He'll get better soon," Jordan tells me and I hug him back. It felt good. I missed his hugs. He smells nice too.

We pull away and Jordan asks me if I had a ride. When I said no. He offered one. Jace was nowhere to be found. He's probably hoeing around with a different nurse. Pig.

Jordan takes my hand and we walk to his car. Someone called my name. I turn around to see Jace running towards us. His curls were bouncing lightly and were sticking out everywhere. His shirt was wrinkled and the top few buttons were opened.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asks me when he approaches me. He eyes my and Jordan's hands wrapped around each other.

"I am going home." I look closely at him and can see the crumbled shirts. Like someone was fisting it tightly. I could also see dark marks forming on his neck.

"Here, I'll drop you." He takes my hand and I scowl. How dare he touch me?!

"No. I am going with Jordan. He'll drop me home." I pull my hand out of his and see a look of anger cross his face. He was breathing hard and was glaring at Jordan.

"Uh, Clary that's my car. I'll start it." I look at his car and it's a beat up mustang. There are dents everywhere and the paint has peeled off making it look rusty. Jordan started it up but it made a noise and died. Smoke came out of the hood and Jordan rushed towards the front of the car.

Jace laughed. "Is this even a car? Come on Clary, let's go. I am not letting you sit in that piece of shit. Just look at it. It's filthy. You are not going home with a peasant. " He tries to pull me towards his car but I stand my ground.

Jordan's parents have left him when he was young. That's how he got into drugs. I know he is financially unstable but he's my friend. My close friend.

"How dare you call him a peasant?" I ask him menacingly. "Jordan is my friend. He was the one who helped me when you and your friends made fun of me. If I am alive, it's because of Jordan. How do you want me to believe you when you say shit like this? 'I have changed Clary. Believe me.'" I imitate him. "You have not changed Jace Wayland. And you never will change. You are too up in your head." I push him away.

Through this rant, the car has started up and Jordan was in the car, waiting.

"I am going with Jordan because he is a better person. Why don't you go back and fuck another bitch, you fucking womanizer." With that, I sit in the car and ask Jordan to leave.

Jordan POV

Seeing Clary just gave me a burst of happiness. I can't believe I found her. Back in the rehab, Clary and I used to be best friends. She was the sweetest girl with a broken heart. She cared for me and everyone else. She would always help others and everyone loved her. But the girl that I met in the rehab is gone. That Clary was shy, closed-off and innocent. This Clary is changed.

"CrayCray, thank you," I tell her.

"For what?" she asks me, quietly.

"For what you did…said back there to that blondie." I know I am not the richest person. But I am not the poorest either.

"Jordan, you are my friend. And we always stand up for our friends." I smile at her.

"Always."

After a couple minutes of silence, I couldn't help but ask who the blondie was and what was wrong. All she did was laugh a humorless laugh and rubbed her eyes. I was gonna press but we had reached her home.

"How about," I look at her. "You and I catch up. You look like you can use a friend and I can smoke you out. Tomorrow?" I ask hopefully.

She sighs and says, "Yeah. Sure. It's been a while and I can really use a friend." I smile at her and giver her my number.

Jace POV

I was pacing back and forth in my apartment. Alec and Izzy were sitting on the couch, smiling.

"Who the fuck was that guy? She said a friend. But they looked more than just friends to me!" I yell and look at my friends with wide eyes.

"What are you guys smiling for!?" I am annoyed now. I am having a major crisis here and my friends are smiling. Laughing at me!

"You are jealous," Izzy says smugly.

"Am not!" I exclaim. I'm not jealous. Not at all.

"Suuuureee," Alec says sarcastically.

I grab a pillow and chuck it at Alec. It hits him on the head. Hmm. Asshole.

An hour ago, I told both of them the whole deal with Clary. Alec took it well because he already knew. However, Izzy was different. At first, she was happy. Happy that I was marrying Clary and the company was getting help. But when I told her that I was marrying Clary for money, she threw a vase, a shoe, and a pan at me before I even finished my sentence.

Now, she was overly excited. She has texted Clary right way. And she also threatened me.

"If you even think about hurting my best friend even a little bit. I will chop your balls off and freeze them. Then I will shove them down your throat until you choke on them and die!"

Yeah. Horrifying. I know.

"Call her. Or text her." Alec suggests.

"I don't have her number," I mutter. I gave her my number but never got hers.

"Well get it from Izzy!" Alec said like it was the most obvious thing ever. Which it was.

Getting Clary's number was the hardest thing ever. Izzy wouldn't give me the number. I had to promise her that I would take her shopping and pay for whatever she buys.

I sit on my bed and stare at the text I had sent Clary 7 minutes ago.

J: Hi, Clary.

I didn't know what to say. Alec said to text her so I did. Why is this so hard? I am Jace Wayland. I can pull any girl that I want.

I stared at my phone for 5 minutes and then I gave up. After taking a shower, I checked my phone again. She still hasn't replied. I threw my phone down and went to the kitchen when I heard a ding! I ran to my room as fast as I can. I rounded the corner and almost slipped and fell.

She has texted me back. Okay, Jace. Don't reply back yet because that will make you look like you were waiting for the text. What the Hell. I am talking to myself now? I read the what she said.

C: What do you want? :/

I walk out of my room and eat my dinner. Strolling back into my room, I pick my phone up.

J: Wanna meet up tomorrow? We can talk about the deal and your conditions.

C: Not tomorrow. I am busy.

I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. Before I could process what I was doing I sent her a text.

J: Oh. What are you doing?

Shit. I sound nosy as fuck.

J: I didn't mean to sound nosy.

C: No. It's fine. I have to go meet my friend.

J: The one from earlier?

C: yeah.

J: o

I switched my phone off. I don't know why I am mad. I mean she can hang out with whoever she wants. I shouldn't feel this way. Well at least, just yet.

Sorry this is short. Leave a review. The next chapter, I'm thinking about waking Valentine and Clary telling him her decision. Then he tells her what's the next step. Let me know if you want something else or more. I mean there will be more than just that but if you want something specific, lemme know.