Chapter 28

Heyy guys, so it has been a LONG time. But I found myself with some time today (I'm a little sick) and I checked my email. I had some updates about people following my story and read some reviews. Im sorry to all those who had to wait this long for me to update, but here it is! I had to re-read a bit of the story before I wrote this, since it has been so long, but I had luckily save notes so I still know which way I am going, so no worries! :D

So this is our Lovely Jace's point of view, hope you guys enjoy :)

Jace's POV

We both awoke to the sound of steady buzzing.

"Wha—" Clary began, her words being cut off from her unexpected yawn. She didn't bother to finish.

By the time we straightened, untangling our limbs from each other, the noise had stopped. I blinked a few time, clearing my visions before I lifted my wrist and stared at my watch until the numbers became readable. "Its two already," I murmured, shaking my head and extending my arms in the air for a good stretch.
I saw Clary grimace from the corner of my eye when my spine cracked in three loud pops. I grinned and leaned over to kiss her on her nose.

Her hair was sticking up every which way and her cheek held a creased impression of my jackets zipper which she had evidently been sleeping on.

"How long did we sleep for?" she murmured, obviously still groggy.

"About three hours or so," I gouged, knowing we came back from the grocery store around eleven.

She nodded. Then after a moment a horrified panicked expression covered her face. "Crap! Crap crap crap!" she flew up form her position on the couch and began frantically searching the cushions, pulling them up and tossing them then rustling through the bags and coats that were now on the floor.

"What's the matter?" I asked, worried.

Clary ignored me, repeatedly saying crap until she seemed to find what she was looking for. Holding her phone like it was the Holy Grail. Seeing it, reality began to set in.

We both stood frozen, staring at her phone. Then as if by command, it began buzzing once more. Clary's gaze flew up to mine as she mouthed the word "mom", as if she could hear us. I nodded.

Fixing her hair—as if it made a difference—Clary stood up and flipped open her phone. In an overly cheery voice, she answered with "Hey mom!"

After a moment I watched her smile slowly drop. I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, but it couldn't have been good. Not knowing what else to do, I remained still where I sat on the couch.

"Yes I know, I know," Clary said, as she began to pace around the living room sofa. I watched her with my eyes. "I am sorry I forgot to call you…yes I know I didn't text either." She winced. "Mom, calm down, I am alright." She paused for a moment, eyes widening slightly. "The school said what?" She listened quietly for a few more moments. "That's just ridiculous, I am safe and I am with—" she paused for a mere second, eyes flashing to mine, "—Simon."

My heart sank for reasons I didn't fully understand.

She continued, "Mom you don't have to worry. I wasn't feeling well so I ended up staying at Simon's place over night. Yes, we have worked through our issues," her expression turned sad, but her voice stayed steady. "Yes, I am sorry I didn't tell you, it was my fault, I wasn't thinking." Clary sat back down on the couch, though she sat a little further from me. "No there is no need to call Simon's mom, she is at work remember," Clary said a little too hastily. After a moment, a relieved look lit her face and she settled further into the couch. "Thanks mom, I'll tell him. And yes Ill make sure I drink plenty of fluids and get some sleep. Love you too. Tell Lucas I love him…bye." The snap her phone made when it was closed was the only sound in the apartment, save our breathing.

Shaking her head, Clary laid her head back against the couch and closed her eyes. After a moment, she let her left eye peak open and looked towards me. She blew out a breath. "That was a close one."

I simply stared at her for a moment. Then rose without a word and moved towards the kitchen. With a little more force than I intended, I wrenched open the fridge door and simply stood in front of it, staring at the food that now filled its once empty shelves.

"Jace are you ok?" Clary asked from where she still sat on the couch.

"Just fine," I muttered back, still staring into the fridge as if it held the answers to all life's problems.

"You know, you may not believe this," Clary began as she rose form the couch and began moving towards me, "but I can tell when something is bothering you."

The corner of my lips only lifted slightly as she threw my own words back at me. I still didn't respond even as she stood right beside me and peered over my shoulder into the fridge.

"If you want answers to questions, sometimes its better to direct them towards something that will respond with more than just cool air and food." She was trying to make a joke, but I couldn't seem to respond with more than a senseless grunt.

When she wasn't getting a good enough response form me, I let her pry my hands from the fridge doors and allowed her to close them and move in front of me. So instead of staring into the fridge, I was staring into her eyes.

"Much better," she murmured, not moving any closer to me. She stood silently, holding my gaze, allowing me to take my time to sort through the thoughts that were weighing on me like a two ton brick.

Cruel mean words came to the forefront of my mind, my lips practically forming around them.

But before I spoke them, as if reading my face, Clary placed a warm hand against my cheek.

"Talk to me Jace," she whispered, making no more contact.

All the cruel words fell away. My eyes closed and I leaned forward until my forehead rested against hers.

I am not my father.

"Why did you lie?" This is what I needed an answer to.

Clary's hand slowly fell from my cheek and her eyes fell. When she tried to move away, I braced both my arms on either side of her, until she was forced to back against the fridge. Our face were less than a foot apart. I searched her face, her eyes, even as they avoided my own.

"Clary?"

Letting out a breath, Clary looked down at her fidgeting hands. "Jace, I have something to tell you."

I didn't bother responding, just waited for her to speak.

She looked up at me, biting her lip. "I had no right to be angry with you when you told me that Alec didn't know about me."

I searched her face, but didn't know what to say.

She continued. "I may not have told many people about you either." Her attempt at a smile fell quickly at my silence.

She looked around for a moment, as if trying to escape my impenetrable stare. When she found nothing, she sighed, settling into the fridge. "I am not going to lie and say I never had any opportunities to broach the subject, I just…" she looked up into my face, eye pleading, "I didn't know how." Her gaze dropped once more. Then when my mom called, freaking out because I never called her and she didn't know where I was or why I hadn't gone to school… I panicked and I guess it was just easier to say I was with Simon."

She didn't notice with her face down, but my face softened.

Clary continued, "I am not this girl…or maybe I am." She shook her head. "I have never felt like this before. This is all new to me…everything feels new to me when I am with you. I see you and I get butterflies, I trip on my words, my thoughts are all fluffy and cute." Her face rose to mine, but she was lost in her thoughts. "I woke up this morning to you looking into my face with nothing but love and I felt giddy...and excited, and nervous…." She leaned forward, and grasped my face between her hands. I didn't dare move. "I love you Jace Wayland, and I love everything you make me feel…and maybe….I don't want to share you either. Not with my mom, not with Lucas, not with Simon." Her thumbs ran over the hair by my ears. "Not with anyone."

Tears began welling in her green eyes.

She gave me a watery smile. "Guess we are both pretty selfish, huh?" Clary signed when I didn't respond and dropped her head.

I stared at the top of her head, feeling overwhelming love. My arms relaxed and my face softened into a smile. Moving one hand, I reached down and lifted her chin. When her eyes were level with mine, I leaned forward, holding my gaze with hers, and gently placed my lips against hers. They tasted salty with her tears.
Before she leaned into the kiss more, I pulled back. Her expression fell.

"It's time that we change that, Miss Fray."

"What do you mean?" her brow raised as I brushed a tear from her cheek.

"Maybe its time to let people know about us."

Her eyes searched mine, uncertain. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, more reassuring myself than her.

When clasped her hands suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise. "We are real Clary. But I need you to promise me that who I was won't make you change your moind about who I am. Promise me?"

Clary nodded quickly. "I promise Jace."

Leaning forward I kissed her hard on the forehead. "Stay here." I turned on my heel and moved to grab my jacket, phone and my wallet.

"Where are you going?"

I shot her a grin as I reached for the front door. "To talk to Alec."

Once again I can't make any promises when I cill update next, but I will let you know that the next chapter will be a split POV between Clary and Jace, and I promise it will be entertaining :)

Let me know what you think guys and I promise I'll give you more.

And for those who are interested I have a couple of songs I was listening to while writing these that I think you should check out!

- "The Story" by Brandi Carlile
- "Heavy Love" by Serena Ryder (love her!)
- "Heartbeat" by The Fray (Fav band ever!)
and
- "Medicine" by Daughter