Good morning, day, and night, readers. So I wrote this about a month ago and my friend Pelowskin (Look her up if you like Doctor Who or Torchwood. She's great.) wouldn't shut up about it. It's obviously my first and not a one-shot. I have the start of my next chapter. And it's a little off of what happened in the latest book so far (April 5th can't come sooner!). Post COG and Max is fine, by the way, and Clary is in Simon's band…. You'll see.

DFTBA!,

Kelsey.

"Explain to me then, Jace. Please, enlighten me!" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm and acid.

"Clary, get inside. Now," his tone matched mine. I stomped in, my clothes dripping on the hard wood. If this were like usual, I'd be bracing myself for the yelling. But this time, I was angrier than he had any right to be. So he should be the one getting ready for a verbal beating.

"What the hell is wr-" Jace began.

"Don't even start."

"Clary, I swear…" he trailed off looking at me. His gold piercing my green. Which in regular terms would have wrenched my heart and stopped my breath. Now it only made me want to slap him.

"Jace, you really think tha-"

"I do. You don't understand, Clarissa."

"You don't own me, you cocky ba-"

Instead of the words that I expected his lips silenced mine. The kiss was fierce, almost angry. I stood surprised for a moment or two before my eyes slid closed and my arms reached up and twined around his neck. His silky hair curled around my small fingers. For a brief moment I remembered when Izzy told me that fighting to Jace was like sex to other people. I forgot, however, what we were fighting about. I forgot my name.

The kiss slowed and he pulled back. Again his eyes burned into mine. The gold almost liquid. I, all of a sudden, realized that I was pushed tightly between the wall next to the closed door and the tall golden boy.

He was still pushed tight against me. The only change was that his face two inches too far from mine.

"Jace…?" I asked trying not to slaughter the moment.

"Hmm?" His eyes moved up and down my face lingering on my lips for a few moments longer before settling on my eyes.

"What's wrong?" I breathed. He didn't say anything, just took a large step back. He could have left the state and it'd feel the same. His hands left my waist where they had been tightly pressed. His left moved to his hair and his right pushed into his pocket. He walked to sit in the desk chair near the table and the book shelf.

My legs screamed at me to go to him. My fingered twitched and ached to touch him. His eyes were still on mine. Unreadable as he was with other people. Not with me. His vulnerable looks and words when we were alone were two of the infinite things that I love about this boy.

"What is it?" He sounded as he did with Luke and Jocelyn: polite and nonchalant. He walked to the bathroom when I didn't say anything. I moved over to the bed and sank down on the side.

He came back out with a glass of water and looked at me. I bit my lip and looked back. He sat on the desk chair next to the bed. He was directly in front of me still not talking. I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Something the matter?" He asked casually after putting down his glass.

"You tell me," I said simply.

He opened his mouth to reply when we heard a knock at the door.

I'll write more soon. I have a good amount of the next. Rate and review? Maybe? All right, be jokes.

DFTBA,

Kelsey.