Hey guys.

So this is my new story. It won't be as long as Help Me, but it will still be pretty decent sized. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns everything but the plot. The plot is mine.

Clary POV

As I walked into my house after a long day of school at the local college, I immediately heard voices in the front room. I set down my bag and hung my jacket up before making my way in. It was probably just my mother and Luke.

It wasn't.

Sitting in my living room were my mother and Luke, but with them were Celine and Stephen Herondale, along their ass of a son.

I hated everything about Jace Herondale. He's too cocky for his own good, and he slept with every girl in high school—except me. I'm still a virgin, and I'm perfectly fine with that.

"Mom, what's going on?" I asked, not even looking at Jace or his parents.

"Clary, we need to talk."

Uh-oh. This doesn't sound good.

"Why don't you take a seat, Clare?" my stepfather, Luke, asked.

I made my way to the chair standing next to the couch, next to where Celine was sitting.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Jace, who was sitting slumped on the couch, decided this would be a good time to speak. "Don't know, Red. They said they wouldn't tell me till you got here. And you got here very slowly, I might add," he said with a smirk.

"Shut up, asshat." I glared at him.

He put his hand over his heart and mocked hurt. "I can't believe you said that to me. I thought we were best friends," he said.

"Well, guess you thought wrong, huh? You poor baby." I smirked.

Nice one, Clary! Good for you!

"Clarissa," my mother said sternly. "Apologize this instant!"

"Why should I? It's not like he did anything to help me," I said defiantly.

"Clarissa Adele Fray, you apologize right now, or give up your phone for the next week," my mother alleged with a deadly glare.

"You wouldn't," I said slowly.

"Believe me, I would," she said, still glaring.

"Sorry, Jace," I said, barely loud enough for him to hear.

"What are you sorry for, Clarissa?" my mother sked.

"I'm sorry for calling you an asshat." I said, my voice small.

"Louder, Clarissa. I can't hear you," my mother said.

"I'm sorry for fucking calling you an asshat!" I stood up, facing him. I turned to my mother. "Happy now?" I screamed at her.

Before she had a chance to answer, I stomped upstairs to my room and slammed the door. I know. Very childlike, but I didn't really care; I was pissed to no extent now. She knew what he did to me.

I flopped down on my bed and cried into one of my pillows. I had no other way to let my anger out.

A minute later, I heard a faint knocking on my door.

"Go away," I said, my voice muffled from the pillow.

"Clare, it's me." Jace voice came through the door.

"Go away, Jace. I don't want to talk to you!" I said.

"Clare, I need to tell you something. Please, just open the door for a second."

I sighed. "It's unlocked," I said. I turned to face the wall, with my back to him. I heard the door open and close, and I felt my bed shift a second later.

"What do you want?" I sniffled.

"Clare, they told me what they want to do. Why we're all here. Do you want to know why? And, if I tell you, you can't hit me or hurt me or whatever. It wasn't my idea," Jace said softly.

"What is it?" I asked, turning slightly so I could see him.

"Clare, they want us to get married. They've already arranged mostly everything," he said.

I sat up at that point. "They want us to do what?" I asked.

"They want us to get married," Jace said. I let all of this process. Then it finally hit me.

"Get out," I whispered.

"Clary, I just want to help you with this." He sounded heartbroken. Too bad for him. He should've thought more in high school.

"No. Get out," I commanded. He sighed, and his shoulders sagged. I lay back down.

He got up and said, "Start packing; we have to leave in an hour."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well, you would know if you hadn't have blown up earlier," he said.

"Are you going to tell me or what, asshat?" I glared.

He held his hands up in surrender. "We are moving in together. My parents already bought the house, and we have to be there in an hour. So pack anything that you may need. We won't be coming back here for a while." He started walking to the door. He stopped in the doorway, hand on the doorknob, and turned around slightly. "I'm sorry about what I did to you in high school."

And he turned and closed the door, leaving me alone in my room to start packing.

Hey. So this is the first chapter. I know it's short, but this is just kind of the introduction to the story. The next chapters will be longer, I promise.

Anyways, hope you liked it, and yeah. Review please. Tell me what you thought.

Thanks,

-Jace loves me