I would have published this sooner, but I've had a lot of homework, and wanted to make sure i wrote out a few chapters and the plot. I'll update this weekly. Every Monday, probably at night.

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Clary Fairchild had given up on her dreams of love. She was your average twenty-two year old female, except, she couldn't keep a relationship. She was already known as 'that freak' who graduated at seventeen and skipped the seventh grade. Everyone had heard her name, but usually, it was for the worse. her last consistent boyfriend had been six years ago, since then she's gone on dates with several people, nobody had an effect on her.

I crawled out of bed, in hope that today would be the right one. I'd been hoping for that for as long as I can remember, one day, I will find somebody, I tell myself. But really I know as well as everyone else, that I'm forever lonely.

It wasn't that their was anything wrong with me, I've just never met anyone who I connected with. I've met several people who were super nice, cute, and single, but most of the time it was a mutual decision as to stay good friends. Which we did, I still talk to quite a few People.

She had her two best friends and that what all she'd have. Simon and Tessa. Simon and Izzy, who were engaged, as they had been for three years, we're so happy. And although Clary loved them, sometimes it was hard to not get annoyed at how lucky they were, they met and fell head over heels for eachother. She had other friends, but they were in the same situation. Sort of. Jem and Will are both in love with Tessa, and she loves them equally. But they are okay with both dating her, so really it's another fairytale.

Surely Clary had men always trying to win her over, but no one was ever looking for a serious relationship. They wanted a sex-partner and clary had no interest in that. She wanted someone who she could confide in, and someone who would confide in her. Really though, her expectations were set too high, she wanted a version of Cinderella, or Rapunzel. She wanted a fairytale, only princesses had those. Clary wanted to get married, raise a family, be happy. Seemingly that was impossible.

She'd grown up with her Mom and her Moms friend, Luke. She had a passion for art, which was how she got her job. She always had good grades, and behaved in school. She had a good personality, she was respectful, funny, and encouraging. She always said the right things. And, to her opinion, she was fairly beautiful. The only thing about her was the friz and curls that flew all over her head. About a year ago she decided she'd get more men if she'd straightened it, and although it didn't work she decided she liked the look and kept it.

I went through my basic morning routines. Brush you hair and teeth. Flatten your hair. Make coffee. Gather supplies. And head to her studio. She had flexible work hours too, clary was the ideal girlfriend, just not to anyone who would return her feelings. She had to make Enough pieces of art each week. So time she would skip work all week and do it all in a day. If she was feeling motivated.

Clary just wanted a boyfriend. Someone who cared about her, and whom she'd care about too. She was desperate, yet hopeless. And had gotten used to it.

Once I realized I wasn't gonna find 'The One' I bought an apartment. It's a one room, one bath, and a kitchen, if I ever did find somebody I'd probably need a new apartment. This one was too small for two people, I never intended on staying this long, but it works for me and isn't to expensive.

Now I'm a (forever),single twenty two year old artist who, basically, has no future. I'll keep third wheeling Simon and Izzy and pretend it doesn't bother me. I'll watch them get married, have kids, and be happy from the sidelines. I'll be the extra.

My drive to the office is extremely quiet, and when I get there, no one else has arrived yet. I'm the President, and founder, of a major art export. I work with specific agents, who sell art to 'big time' people: Presidents, Political leaders, celebrities, and other major companies. I hire artists to sell us their art for fair prices, and get a large portion of the money made from it. My company is well known throughout most of the world. We have offices in each major country.

Then Jessamine arrives and I'll have somebody to talk to. She's my assistant, because she's one of he people in my office that I can tolerate a conversation with.

"Still single?" She asks, walking over.

"You ask that every day and the answer hasn't change in over a year. I'm forever lonely." I joke, but it's true.

"But if I stop you'll get a boyfriend and I won't know," she laughs.

"You don't have to worry about that," I giggle at that. "Still married?"

"No, we divorced over night!" We were laughing and didn't notice when Magnus came into the office. He's the salesman, and he tends to make things seem better than they are, which is why he's a great salesperson.

"Anyone want to come to the beach, this weekend. It's just going to be Iz and Si, Alec and I, and two other people that you don't know." Magnus asks.

"Maybe we'll tag along." Jess says.

"Defiantly! You know how much I just love being the ONLY single person at events." I joke with Magnus.

"Come on, Clary, you need to loosen up. Your so serious, what do you do when your at home?"

"Paint. Actually no, when I'm at home I do more sketching."

"So what happens when you find someone for you? You bring you work home with you, nobody wants that!" Magnus explains his point.

"I don't have to worry about that, I told you guys I stopped looking."

"Don't." And Magnus leaves, leaving Jess and I in an awkward silence.

I start working on the painting someone ordered of Central Park. It had all smudged edges, so that all of the colors and shapes blended together. The buyer was willing to pay sixteen-hundred dollars, if it was up to his standards. When he offered the price I was A bit shocked, i do paintings of Central Park all the time, and we focus more on the clean edges, but this buyer, he wanted something different.

It was refreshing, however, to do a painting so different from what I was used to. Each stroke of the brush, I was able to let loose, and not worry about its technique. It was easier, too, I didn't have to measure out each section and I could just blur in my mistakes. I didn't have to completely cover it up.

After I completed the picture I took a picture of it and researched the mans phone number. Since he worked for a well known ally of ours, it wasn't hard to find. I pulled out my phone and called him.

"Hello? May I ask who is speaking?"

"This is Clarissa Fairchild, from the Industry Of Art Business. Is this Jace Herondale?" He cleared his throat.

"Yes, yes ma'am it is." I was surprised with his formality. What I'd heard of him, he seemed respectful, but I didn't expect such.

"I am calling due to your order, it was a picture of Central Park. Is that right?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"No, sir. I am going to send you a picture of it, then I ask you call me back and we can discuss offers before we meet up." I tell him.

"Yes, that is fine." He hangs up, without any signal of a goodbye.

I sit down at my office and check emails. Most of them are common people asking if they could afford a painting, I usually ignore these emails, since when I answer I get shit for the cost of talented painters work. My phone rings and I answer, hoping it's the right number.

"Clary? I mean.." I hear a rustle of papers, "Mrs. Fairchild?"

"Miss, but yes. What did you think of the painting?"

"Sorry. I loved it, it was more than I had expected. Through the pictures, I'm willing to pay two-thousand dollars. Of course when I see it in person that amount could rise."

"Thank you, when should we meet."

"I'll fly out to you on Friday, say we meet Saturday? I'll be in your area from then to Wednsday." He says.

"Saturday works fine, thank you. Have a nice day." I'm about to hang up.

"Good day... Miss. Fairchild." He says 'miss' very boldly.

I think lunch with him, might be enjoyable. He seems kind enough, and I presume he's respectful. Keep in mind, that it seems he likes to talk. Sometime going to lunch for business is bloody awful, everyone acts so serious. Why can't we just be friends, too?

"Magnus says your coming to the beach!" Izzy squeals.

"No, Iz, I'm not."

"Aww why not, we won't be all 'lovey dovey' if you agree to come!"

"That was my previous reason, but now I've got to attend a meeting."

"Ugh. You live at work, your single and sexy! Why don't you have fun, go to parties, get drunk!"

"That's not who I am. I hate crowds, and have never even had a drink. I'm not interested."I protest. "Besides, who are you to tell me what to do?" She hung up, clearly aggravated with me.

But, hey, I'm done being controlled.

I'm actually pretty proud of this chapter and how it turned out, I just think it could use some minor chnsges, which will eventually come!

Hope you enjoy! Xoxo~booksandfanfics3