I do not own these characters. They belong strictly to Cassandra Claire and her brilliant mind.

*A/N At bottom*

I've been driving for a little over five hours and don't plan on stopping. I want to get as far away from this place as I possibly can. I graduated a few months ago and as soon as I got enough money I quit my job and I went home and packed. My mom couldn't make it to graduation but at least Luke was there. He's the only one who knows what I'm doing.

My whole life I've been treated like crap and now I'm finally putting an end to it. As a present Luke got me a brand new car but he won't tell me what it is. He said that when I finally stop at someplace for good to let him know and he'll have the car sent to me. So for now I get to drive an old, beat up green beetle. It fits me but I have to fill up more often then I want.

After another hour I pull into a gas station that's in the middle of nowhere. There's only a motorcycle and a truck here and I have a feeling they belong to whoever is inside.

I get out of my car with my wallet and open the tank and put the gas pump in. I lean against my car and wait for the machine to beep signaling that it's full. When it does I put everything away and pay. It's only when I turn around that I realize I made a huge mistake.

"Shit. Where are my keys?" I bend down and look under my car. When I don't see them there I look around the machine but it's nowhere to be found. After a few second I look in the car and see them still in the ignition. "Damn it, Clary. How are you that stupid? Did you honestly just lock yourself out of your own car?"

I try to stick my arm through the crack in the window but not even my tiny wrist can get through. I look around to see if there's something I can stick through the window but the only thing here is a window washer and there's no way that can help.

I decide to give up and lay my head on the door. "Good job Clare. First day on your own and you're off to a great start. Why don't you lose your wallet while you're at it and-"

"Excuse me Miss. Do you need help?" Crap did he hear that?

I look around to see who the guy is talking to then remember I'm still the only one here. When I look back at him I want to rewind time so he won't know how stupid I was. "Um... Yeah actually. I was a little stupid and locked myself out of the car." I blush and look away. Gosh why is this guy so handsome?

I hear him chuckle and it sound like how velvet would feel. "Well you're in luck because I know how to break into cars. Hold on and let me get my tools." He walks over to the motorcycle and pulls out some thin piece of metal from his bag. When he gets back I raise my eyebrows at him. "You might want to step back."

I do as told and as soon as I'm far enough away he pulls back his arm and gets ready to slam down on the window. Just before he swings I jump at him and grab his wrist. "Stop! What are you doing!?" He cracks up with laughter and I can't help but back away. Is this guy going to lose it and swing on me?

He settles down and shakes his head. "The look on your face was priceless. Don't worry I really do know what I'm doing, I wasn't going to break your car." Just as he says that he takes the metal and slides it in-between the door and the window where the lock should be. He wiggles it a few times and bam, it's unlocked.

"How did you know how to do that?" I ask as he opens the door for me.

"I'm an ex-convict. Breaking into cars was my living. That is, until I got caught for murder." He looks at me with a straight face and I can feel my eyes about to come out of my head. Once again he cracks up. "Jeez, you're too easy. I've gotten locked out of my car one too many times and decided I should know how to fix it. It was too irritating so I settled with getting a bike."

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "So you're not going to murder me and bury my somewhere out here in the open?"

"No, not unless you want me to?" I just roll my eyes. "That's what I thought."

"Well thank you sir for helping me. But I should get going, I have a whole lot of nothing to explore."

"You can call me Jace, I don't do sir. What do you mean by nothing? Don't you know where you're headed?"

"Well, Jace, the answer to that requires a very long and drawn out story so for now I'll just say no." I walk over to my car and stand in front of Jace, who is now leaning on my door with one foot over the other.

"You could always tell me over coffee?" He raises an eyebrow and smirks at me.

"Coffee? There's no cafe for a good few miles. I mean unless you have a coffee maker up your butt I don't see how we can do that."

He rubs his chin. "Well you see, I'm betting that my motorcycle could drive triple the miles your car can so why don't you hop on and I'll take you somewhere."

"What do I do with my car? All my stuff is in here, I can't just leave it."

"Don't worry about your car. I promise we'll come back. Just go park it by the shop and nothing will happen to it." I bite my lip and think about it. What's the worst that could happen? It's just an innocent coffee run.

"Alright deal. As long as you bring me back to get it tonight."

"Will do. By the way you never told me your name?" I get on his bike behind him and he hands me a helmet.

"It's Clary." I yell over the starting engine.

"Okay, Clary. Hang on." And with that we're off. I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze while he speeds down the road.

Okayy so I know I haven't updated my last story in five-ever but I just didn't know where else to go with it. It was moving too fast so I decided to put it on hold and possibly rewrite the whole thing.

In the mean time I started writing this story! I took a class to help with my writing so hopefully this one will turn out way better than the last.

But like always please review and let me know what you guys think (if I should or shouldn't continue the story). If yes, then I'll be updating every couple of weeks.

Thanks for all the support!

~A.P.D.