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Hey guys! So I wrote a one-shot a few days ago and a few people suggest I write more, so I decided to give writing a chapter story a chance. I NEED for you guys to tell me if you like it, what's wrong with it (hopefully not much) and if you think I should continue on with it. I'm not really notorious for finishing what I start, so you guys have got to give me some motivation!

Well, here goes nothing!

I stood in the stone entry way of the Lightwood residence after pushing in the doorbell button beside the door. My overnight bag was slung over my shoulder and my hands were clasped in front of me, patiently waiting for Isabelle to open the door. She invited me to sleep over after she heard about what happened with Raphael, and I knew the second I walked in the door she would demand the details so she could tear him apart limb by limb. At least, that's what she told me.

I heard footsteps pounding down the stairs inside, and Isabelle yelled through the door, "Just a sec, Clary! Jace and Alec are being morons again!". I rolled my eyes. When were Jace and Alec not being stupid? Jace was Isabelle's older, but adopted, brother. He might not have been blood related to Alec and Izzy, but man did they go well together. Jace looked absolutely nothing like the Lightwoods. He was tall, with blazing golden hair and liquid gold eyes. He was absolutely beautiful, not that I would ever tell him that. His head was already bigger than the Goodyear Blimp. Alec on the other hand, was not so tall, but not short. His hair was black as midnight, as was Izzy's, and his eyes were like diamonds; crystal clear, icy blue. He was gorgeous too, but it didn't matter what I thought, cause he was swinging for the other team. But as different as the three looked, they had that sibling chemistry that I would never understand, being an only child and all.

When the door swung open, it wasn't Isabelle I came face to face with, it was the blonde beauty himself.

"I wouldn't call fighting over the last slice of pizza 'being a moron', would you, Clary?" Jace asked, casually leaning against the doorframe. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. His chest was bare and he wore a pair of jeans, low on his hips so I could see the band of his Calvin Klein boxers. My eyes trailed down his body in appreciation, and they lingered on the trail of dark hair from his bellybutton that disappeared into his pants. I quickly moved my eyes back up to his and smirked.

"Definitely not. The last slice is a huge deal."

"Right?" He agreed with a grin. Jace slung his arm around my shoulder and lead me into the mansion they called home. The door swung shut behind us. "At least Clary gets me, Isabelle! She understands my wants, my NEEDS!"

"Um, no. I understand the importance of pizza. I know nothing, nor do I want to know anything, about your 'wants and needs'. You can keep those to yourself," I said, patting his shoulder before ducking out from under his arm.

"Don't act like you don't love me."

"It's not acting, jackass. Not every girl kisses the ground you walk on," Isabelle quipped as we entered the kitchen. She bounded over to me and pulled me into a hug.

"How you holding up, babe? Need some ice cream, a movie? A shoulder to cry on?" She asked me with a genuine look of concern on her face. I swiped my eye to make sure I hadn't suddenly start to cry then shook my head.

"No, I'm fine, really. But thanks Izzy," I assured her. I looked up at Jace and got a weird look.

"What's wrong? Did that dirty Latino lay a hand on you? Because I swear to god, if he did I won't hesitate to-," Izzy cut his rant short and laid a hand on his arm.

"Woah there, big boy. No need to go all 'serial killer' on us. It was just a break up. Right, Clary?" Izzy looked at me expectantly. I nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

"It's all good, Jace. But Izzy and I do have some things we need to discuss, so we're just gonna scoot. See you two losers later," I shouted over my shoulder as I dragged Isabelle up the spiral staircase. Her house was literally a maze, but we've been best friends long enough for me to know every nook and cranny. When we reached Isabelle's room, she shut the door behind her and locked it. She flopped onto her bed, stomach down, and rested her head in her palms. She blinked at me.

"What?"

"Tell me what happened!"

"Why do you even want to know? You didn't like Raphael," I pointed out, narrowing my eyes. Izzy rolled hers.

"Just because I didn't like him doesn't mean you don't have to tell me."

"Okay, fine!" I took a deep breath before speaking again. "HecheatedonmewithKaelie."

"Um, come again?"

"He cheated on me with Kaelie! So I dumped his ass. God, Izzy, do you know how embarrassed I am? People knew! He's been cheating on me for like two whole months, and nobody had the goddamn decency to tell me! I walked into the girls locker room after school to pick up my cheer uniform and there they were, going at it like a freaking child on Halloween!" I exclaimed. My face was hot and I knew I was getting worked up, but I had a right. I walked in on my boyfriend getting head from the school slut like no big deal. And apparently it wasn't, because he had no problem telling me that he had to 'get it from somewhere else, cause he sure as hell wasn't getting any from me'. I promptly dumped him on his ass, which wasn't far from Kaelie's, and proceeded to march out of the locker room, uniform clutched in my hand and tears running down my face.

"I thought he really loved me, Izzy," I sniffed, finally letting it out. Izzy's eyes softened and she sat up, opening her arms for me. I compliantly snuggled into her chest, because that's as far as my five foot nothing stature could reach. Izzy petted my flaming red locks and laid her cheek on my head.

"I'm so sorry, baby. It's his loss. And whoever knew about this and didn't tell you obviously isn't a true friend and they can just shove it up their asses."

I sniffle slash giggled. "Thanks Iz. You always know what to say."

"I know. I was born with that talent."

We talked for about another hour, about how stupid Raph was for letting me go after 5 months, about how slutty that Kaelie chick was, and about how many other guys there were out there. Izzy really cheered me up, and put my mind set in a better place. Instead of thinking about what I did wrong, I thought about what he did wrong. It was really helping. Before I knew it, the clock read eight and the doorbell tone echoed throughout the house. I raised my eyebrows at Izzy.

"Expecting someone?"

She looked at me sheepishly. "Actually, yes. Simon's here. But I swear he will only be here for a little while. An hour at most!" Isabelle looked at me with pleading eyes. I let out a big, exaggerated sigh.

"Fine," I finally said. She squealed and gave me a quick hug before racing out into the hall, leaving me on her bed. I got up and made my way downstairs just as Izzy and Simon raced up them, giving me a quick 'hi, bye' in the process. Oh the love between those two. I was glad I got out of that bedroom before I got stuck in the middle of their love fest.

I decided that ice cream was the quickest way to mend an almost broken heart and made my way to the kitchen. Okay, so maybe my heart wasn't broken, but my feelings were definitely hurt.

I rounded the corner and found Jace digging through the freezer. He still wasn't wearing a shirt, and his back muscles clenched and contorted with every movement. He finally found what he was looking for, and he retreated from the freezer holding a carton of chocolate ice cream. "Aha."

"Looks like you beat me to it. I guess you'll have to share," I said with a shrug. Jace whipped toward me with a start, not expecting me to be there. A grin spread across his face, revealing a row of white, gorgeous teeth. His front left incisor had a slight chip on the corner, but it made him even more flawless.

"I dunno, Clare-Bear. I'm not the best with sharing."

"You'll have to manage. Plus, I deserve that ice cream way more than you," I said, grabbing a spoon from the silverware drawer. Jace raised his eyebrow at me.

"And just why do you deserve this ice cream? Would it have anything to do with your dirty Latino?" he asked, licking his chocolate covered spoon. I shrugged. "If you share, you'll find out."

So that's how I found myself sitting on the couch in the game room, Jace on one end and myself on the other, and the carton of ice cream between us. We took turns taking bites.

"Kaelie? Seriously? He couldn't do better than Kaelie?" asked Jace.

"Excuse me! He was doing better than Kaelie! He was with me!"

"Oh, right."

"Ugh," I groaned. "You're such a jerk."

"Okay, I'm sorry, bad joke. But seriously, don't worry about him, he obviously sucks if he cheated on you with her. He totally downgraded."

I sighed. "Wow, thanks Jace, I feel so much better knowing that he only sucks because I'm better than her. What if he cheated on me with someone better than me?" I questioned.

Now it was his turn to sigh. "That's not what I meant, Clary. I'm sorry. I'm no good at trying to cheer people up. Especially girls."

"Oh yeah right! You're literally the biggest ladies' man I know. You could get any girl you want, and you have tons of experience. I bet you deal with this all the time," I said nonchalantly. That's just how Jace was with girls, smooth and confident.

"I don't sit down and have conversations with girls, Clary. If I ever even sit them down, it's to take their clothes off.

"Oh jesus, Jace. I did not need to know that," I exclaimed, throwing my head back and covering my eyes with my hand. He laughed. I felt the couch shift and suddenly I was being pulled into his warm arms. Jace tucked me into his chest and I felt it rumble with his voice.

"I really am sorry, Clary. You know I'll beat him up for you, right. I'll do anything, just ask me," he murmured into my hair. My breath caught in my throat and my heart expanded at his words. Who knew Jace Lightwood would be such a sweetie.

I wrapped my arms around his bare torso and snuggled into his hard chest, which smelled amazing. I wasn't surprised by that.

"Thank you, Jace. You're the best," I mumbled, my lips brushing his skin as I spoke. He laughed.

"I know."

Okay, so there it was! I hope it wasn't crap! It seemed a little crappy to me, but I really hope you guys liked it enough to give me a review. It doesn't even have to be a good review! You could give me some constructive criticism! But folks, keep in mind that it's literally 1AM right now, and I'm so tired but I just really wanted to get this done. But anyways, REVIEW PLEASE AND TELL ME IF I SHOULD CONTINUE! THANK YOU MY LOVES