Basically, I'm writing this bcuz im in a writer's block on 'I Can See You', so I'm writing, like, 3chaps 4 this.

Summary: Clary left Jace when they thought they were siblings. Read and find out why.

Clary Fray sat on her little loveseat in her apartment, sketchpad balanced on her knees. She poised a pencil above the paper, searching her mind for some new inspiration.

She closed her eyes, and let her pencil fall on the pad, letting her mind sketch without thinking.

Her small hand flew around the pad, her mind empty and blank.

Clary opened her eyes when the drawing was finished, and scowled. It was another picture of him. God. Clay ran fingers through her hair, tugging at the loose strands.

She needed a break. Clary stood up, and walked tiredly over to her bathroom, where she bent over the toilet and heaved everything out of her stomach.

Clary stared at her reflexction in the mirror, her face red and glowing, despite the fact she'd been hurling ten seconds earlier.

She wiped the vomit off her face, throwing on her extra large T and elastic band jeans.

Clary left her apartment, because, Christ, she needed some air to clear her obsessive thoughts about her brother.

She ignored the stares she got when she walked at Central Park or just the library. She'd gotten used to them; the pitying looks, the disgusted glares, the coughs of 'prositute', 'whore', and 'slut'.

Clary had left Brooklyn for Manhattan, where she'd avoided Pandemonium, Taki's, and the Institute, of course.

She ate as healthy as possible, trying to hide her body under baggy clothes.

Clary entered the mall, where she absolutely adored to eat at the food court.

She was passing Victoria's Secret, it was on her way to the food court, when she recognized somebody shockingly familiar posing in the windows, wearing nothing but a black lacy G-string and matching bra.

"Isabelle?"

Isabelle was standing on a platform, posing like an exotic dancer about to strip.

Clary's mouth fell open, just standing in front of the window, staring at her ex-best friend.

"Lesbo," somebody coughed at her.

She glared and flipped that person off.

Clary hesitantly stepped forward and tapped the glass. Isabelle's annoyed black eyes snapped to stare at her.

A piercing, shrill scream cut through the mall like a knife.

Isabelle ran out of the store and launched herself at Clary, holding on like a monkey.

"OhmyGodohmygodohmygod, CLARY!" Isabelle screamed, squeezing Clary tighter and tighter, till Clary had to pant to breathe.

She pulled away, breathing hard. "You know," she said. "I didn't expect you to be this happy to see me."

Isabelle snorted. "Are you kidding? Jace'll start eating again when he hears you're back-"

Clary flinched alittle at his name, but said nothing.

Isabelle was giving her a disapproving once-over, and was opening her mouth to tell Clary just what she thought of her wardrobe, when she sucked in a breath when she came to her midriff.

"Clary," she breathed. In shock or horror, Clary couldn't tell. She had a feeling it was a little bit of both.

"You're pregnant."

Sorry the chapter's short...review and I'll UD 2morrow.

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