Right and Wrong. Part 2.

**May contain spoilers. So if you have not read Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, do so before you read this**

Part 2.

Jace headed down the hallway towards the library. Knowing Clary, she liked to hang out their when her mom was here. He got to the doors, took a deep breath and entered. He looked around, and saw no one in here. He collapsed in the nearest chair, over running at top speed to get here. Even if he  was supercharged, he still got tired.

After a few minutes, he got up and took another deep breath. "Okay, if she's not in the library, then where else-," he stopped because he heard a door opening. He ran over to the piano, and was pretending he was going to play, even though he wasn't.

He saw Clary walk in with her sketchbook. His heart did a major skip at the sight of her. Her fiery red hair was in loose braids. She was looking at the floor as she walked to the couch, and sat down. When Jace could see her eyes, they were closed.

She kept them closed as she opened her sketchbook, and started to draw. She looked down at the page, and Jace couldn't tell if her eyes were opened or closed. He watched her draw. She always looked distracted as she drew. It took all his will power to not go over to here, lift her chin, and kiss her.

A few minutes later, she looked up, and looked around. She wasn't aware that Jace was there until her green eyes landed on him. She looked shocked, angry, and horrified, and she stood up quickly, and headed for the door. Jace grabbed her elbow and pulled her back away from the door.

She pounded on his chest, "LET GO OF ME!" she yelled at him. He did, and she stood there glaring at him with hatred, but he could tell it was a mask. Well a small one.

"What the hell are you doing here? I said I never wanted to see you again." Clary crossed her arms over her chest to emphasize her point, and continued glaring at him.

"I was here to talk to you. I just wanted to apologize for the things I said. I was just under a lot of stress with finding out your my sister. My feelings for-" He stopped at the point of Clary putting up her hand to stop Jace from talking.

"You don't have to apologize. I'll be out of here in a few days, and away from your lying, playing self. I'll be going to London for 2 months, and I'll have fun without you." Her look said she meant it all, but from her body language, Jace noticed, that she was lying at the last part. Clary added, "Well my mom's probably waiting. It was nice knowing you, Jace Wayland." She opened the door, walked out, and shut the door behind her.

Jace wanted to bring her back and tell her the truth about his feelings. He wanted to tell her he never meant any of that stuff. He sighed deeply to himself, and went to go sit on the couch Clary was sitting on moments ago.

When he got to the chair, he noticed Clary's sketchbook and pencil was still there. She must have forgotten it when she ran to the door. He picked it up, and looked at it. He slowly opened it, and looked through it.

He found one picture that stuck out.

It was him sleeping sound asleep on his side, but he had angel wings. He stared at this picture. Why, would Clary draw this, he thought, I thought she hates me. He looked at the piece of paper for a date. He looked at the back, and in the right top hand corner, it was dated last night.

Shock came over Jace, he stared at the picture a while longer. Then an idea came upon him. He had Clary's sketchbook, so he had another chance to talk to her. He got a kick of aderiline, and walked to the door.

He was just about to open the door,when it opened and he found himself starting into a sea of green.



~~ Sorry for the short Part/Chapter, whatever the hell you wanna call it, I just want to make something that was small, so it would build suspense for Part 3.