So this is a new song that I'm writing. And I hope you like it. Disclaimers are at the bottom.

Clary POV

The music blasted in my ears.

I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now. Flew me to places I never been, till you put me down.

It was my favorite song for now. I sat on my soft ocean blue bed, muttering along with the lyrics. Isabelle was also there. She was my best friend and was on my laptop.

"Oh, he's so dreamy," she said. I took one of my ear buds out and looked at her.

"Who?" I asked, sitting next to her. I looked at the screen and saw the cocky singer, Jace Herondale.

I groaned.

"Really Isabelle, what do you see in him?" I asked her. Isabelle was in love with him. But she couldn't for real love him since she was dating my other best friend, Simon Lewis.

"By the Angel, Clary, look at this Golden God! With his perfect blonde locks, sexy smile, and his hot, toned muscles," she said, drifting off to Jace land. I rolled my eyes. Clearly I wasn't a big fan of Jace, wait let me rephrase that, I hate Jace.

I don't get why girls ogle over him. He was just a teenager that came out of nowhere and wrote one stupid song and became famous. His songs always preferred to girls and about love and all that gross stuff. I knew he was a player but still he was a Demon to me.

"OMG! They are selling tickets to his concert that's going to be here!" she screamed. She took me by the shoulders.

"What if we get the tickets?" she said to me, electricity in her eyes. She was going cuckoo.

"How are we going to get tickets anyway?" I asked, I regretted those words.

She clicked around on the Jace Herondale website, trying to figure it out.

Then, "A-ha! They say that there will be a little trivia contest with his songs on the radio, which starts," she said, clicking down more, "right now!"

I flinched at how loud and high pitched her voice was.

"Turn on the radio!" she demanded. I sighed and got up to turn on my purple radio. I turned on the station.

"Okay, so if you know, we are selling tickets to Jace Herondale's concert in Manhattan. One winner will get the ticket and can bring a friend they prefer to bring. So let's get this started, shall we? Plus you will have to call the station which is 345-NYBuzz."

Isabelle immediately took out her bejeweled cell phone and put in the number and stayed put, listening carefully to the radio.

I put my chin on my hand, obviously bored. I sighed and got up.

"I'm gonna get something to drink," I announced and left, which Isabelle clearly ignored.

I went downstairs. I found my brother, Jonathan on the couch watching reruns of CSI: New York.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey, why is there screaming up there?" he asked. His fair, white hair getting in his black eyes.

"Isabelle. She's going crazy with Jace and the concert," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Well, that makes sense," he said and turned his attention back to the show. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle and made my way back up to my room.

I opened my door and I saw Isabelle jumping around, smiling like a maniac, with the phone to her ear. I listened to the radio.

"What's your name?"

"Isabelle Lightwood," she said.

"Well, Isabelle, you just one yourselves two tickets to the concert, front row."

"Oh my Angel," Isabelle screeched.

"And who are you bringing?"

She looked at me and I started shaking my head.

"I'm bringing my friend, Clarissa Morgenstern," she declared and my jaw dropped. Are you serious? I did a face palm.

"Well text me the address of where you live and the tickets will be delivered. I hope you enjoy the concert tomorrow," the announcer said and hung up.

Isabelle hung up and screamed. She took me into a hug and started to jump around. That's when the door banged open and Jonathan appeared with a frying pan.

"What's going on, is there a murderer in here?" he asked, looking around frantically.

"No, I just one me and Clary tickets to Jace's concert!" Isabelle said.

"Oh," Jonathan said, putting the pan down.

"Really, a pan?" I asked.

"Well, I didn't know what to do. I heard screaming so I grabbed this and came here," he said, closing the door and leaving us.

"Do I have to go?" I asked, flopping onto my bed.

"Yes," she said.

I groaned.

"Well, it's getting late. I better get going. See you tomorrow," she said and left. I looked at the clock. It was eleven. I got up, and put my soft, fuzzy purple pajama pants on with a white tank top and turned off the lights. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Buzz, buzz.

I groaned and looked at my phone. It was Isabelle. I picked up.

"Hello," I said, groggily.

"I just got the tickets!" she yelled.

"That's why you called me this early in the morning?" I groaned. Mostly on my Sundays, I slept late.

"Clary, it is eleven in the morning. Wake up," she said and hung up. I put my phone back on the night stand and my face planted in my black fuzzy pillow.

I should wake up, since I can't go back to sleep.

I pushed off the bed and did my morning routine.

I put on a white tank top with a peace sign on it, soft blue skinny jeans, and white and blue high tops. I brushed my hair and put it in a pony- tail and made my way downstairs.

I went into the kitchen, where my mother, Jocelyn with her dark red hair in a knot, making breakfast, my father, Valentine reading the newspaper, and Jonathan eating, like the pig he is.

"Hey, Clary," Jonathan said with a mouth full of food.

"You know it's rude to talk with food in your mouth?" I told him and he just smirked.

"Hey, Sweetheart, you want something to eat?" my mother asked.

"No thanks, I'm going to Isabelle's," I told her.

"Jonathan told me Isabelle and you are going to a concert," my dad said, putting the paper down.

I sighed.

"Yeah, she's making me go," I said.

"Well, call us when you get home okay," he said and I nodded my head.

"See you later," I called back when I left the kitchen. I went outside to the bright sunny day.

I walked to the Lightwood's house or mansion, per say. They didn't really live that far from me; only a twenty five minute walk.

I walked up the drive way to the crimson house with blue window shades. Their house was beautiful; they even had a row of muti colored tulips that lined the house's border. I walked up the stairs and rang the door bell.

Marsye Lightwood opened the door.

"Hello Clary," she said with a beautiful smile that lit up her blue eyes.

"Hello Mrs. Lightwood," I greeted back.

"Now Clary, remember, you can call me Marsye, same with Robert," she said, letting me come inside.

"Okay," I said.

"You're here to see Isabelle?" she asked, I nodded and that was when the boys of the house came in.

Robert and Alec were talking and Max was on Alec's shoulders.

They looked at me.

"Hey Clary," Alec said; his eyes the same as his mothers.

"Hey Alec, hi Robert, hey Max," I greeted them.

"It's nice to see you again, Clary," Robert said. His brown eyes having a spark to them. I smiled and Max waved his hands at me.

"Hi Clary," Max, with his gray eyes behind his oversized glasses, said. He was small for his age but why should I judge him when I was also small for my age. I was sixteen but I looked like I was in a thirteen year olds body.

Then, pondering down the stairs was Isabelle.

"Clary, you're here," she said and took me by the arm and dragged me to her room. I examined her outfit of the day: a red silk blouse with designer black jeans and black heeled boots.

I didn't see why she had to dress up like this every day, when it was just an ordinary day but this day, we were going to see Jace.

We entered her black painted room with gold sponging on the walls. Her room was messier than ever compared to my room: a light lavender with baby blue stripes on the walls and was way neater and cleaner than Isabelle's room.

Her TV was on and it was on the channel, I didn't know what it was called since I don't watch it, where celebrities were interviewed and announced all their new music, movies, and what not.

It's not like I hate them, it's just most of them are okay and the other half were just mean and snooty. And I love music and playing music and making up music.

"Jace is going to be interviewed and he's going to talk about the concert!" Isabelle screamed. She was overly obsessed with him.

"Isabelle, I think you're too obsessed with this. Try to calm down. There is no need to have a seizure and take you to the hospital because you saw Jace," I said, sitting on her hot pink bed.

"You're right. I just need to-," she stopped on her sentence and screamed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's Jace," she pointed to the TV and plopped down next to me.

"Big deal," I said, which she completely ignored.

He was being interviewed with one of the reporters.

"Jace, how are you feeling with the concert tonight?" he asked him.

"Can't wait to see all my fans, especially the girls," he said, winking at the camera. I had to roll my eyes. He was cocky as ever.

"So, is anything special going to happen this time?"

"Just going to perform some songs but I'm gonna stay in Manhattan longer than usual."

"Why's that?" the reporter asked.

"Because there's a contest at a high school in Manhattan that will be raffled. And if the high school that I pick is chosen, I will be there and auditions will be held to sing with me and perform with me with a song that will be made together," he said with a smirk.


"Well, that is very cool. You heard it, if you're school is chosen, you might get the chance to perform and work with the Golden God himself," the reporter said and left.

I saw Isabelle take in a breath.

"You scream, I will choke you to death," I threaten. Her eyes widened and let the air out. I thought she was going to scream but she put a pillow to her face and screamed into it, making a muffling sound.

She put the pillow down.

"I hope our school gets picked," she says.

"Izzy, even if our school gets picked, you're going to have to audition others," I said.

"I know. Hey, are you auditioning?" she asked, her really dark eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"I don't even like the guy, so why should I audition?" I asked. Her face soften.

"Clary, I heard you play and sing before, you should go at it. Even if you hate Jace, you should just do it so people can recognize your talent. And maybe your art talents too," she said.

I sighed.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to," I said, looking at my hands. It was silent for a while till she broke it.

"Okay, so how about we go shopping, so we can look hot at the concert," she says, getting up and getting her purse.

I groaned.

"Why can't I wear my own clothes and you go buy something, just this once," I pleaded. She sighed and gave in.

"Fine, but next time, you're dressing up," she declared and took my hand. We both said goodbye to her family and she grabbed her keys from the key holder and we were out the door.

She had a silver convertible and the top was down. I was kinda jealous since I didn't have a car yet but at least she gives me drives.

She ignited the engine and we were off to the mall.

"Can we go now, my feet are going to fall off," I complained. We were in the mall for at least three hours and my feet were killing me.

"After we go to one more store and then we can leave," she said and dragged me to the last store of the day.

She looked through the racks of clothes. Since I wasn't buying anything, I was her pack mule; carrying her bags as we go.

"Do you like this?" she asked, holding up a red sequined v neck top that had ruffles on the neck line. It was cute.

"Yeah, you should try it on," I said and she did.

She was in the dressing room for eight minutes and came out with the top in her hands.

"May look cute but not my style, she said and put it back on the rack. Then she picked out a pair of black heels; black suede heels.

"These look cute," she said and put them on.

"And they fit," she says. She takes them off and buys them.

"Finally," I said. We go to her car and I sigh.

"That was fun," she says.

"That's your definition of the mall, mine is prison," I said.

"Oh, Clary," she said and drove off.

It was almost three and she stopped at my house.

"Go get your clothes and you'll change at my house," she said.

"Can I sleep over tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah," she answered and I made my way to my house.

"Back so soon," it was my dad.

"Hey, where's mom and Jonathan?" I asked.

"Grocery shopping," he said.

"I'm going to sleep over her house," I say.

"Okay," he said. He was absolutely the best dad ever.

"I love you dad," I say. He looked at me and smiled.

"I love you too, Sweetheart," he said. I went upstairs. I grabbed the clothes I was going to wear and the clothes I was going to wear at school. I brought my tooth brush and my PJs.

I put them in a canvas bag and left, saying goodbye to daddy.

I remember that I always called him daddy, even now. I got back in the car and she drove to her house, which was only seven minutes.

We got out the car and went inside.

"So the concert starts at eight, so we at least have five hours left to get ready," she says while going up the stairs.

"But it doesn't take five hours to get ready, Isabelle," I argued.

"Yeah but not if you know me," she says, and flounces of to her bedroom. This was going to be hell for me.

She tried on multiple clothing she had in her closet and drawers. I was still in my clothes from this morning. Two hours passed and I was watching TV.

"I think I found the outfit," she exclaims.

"Good for you," I said, clearly bored.

"What are you doing, get ready," she says, and walks into her bathroom and left me in her room to change. I sighed and got out my clothes from the canvas bag. I had a red frill bustier top with blue crushed and ripped effect jeans and red high top sneakers.

It looked cute on me, so I sat back down.

Isabelle came out and she was wearing a black bustier top with a mocha colored lace belt, I think, with designer black jeans and the heels she bought from the store we went.

"Wow," we both said, looking at each other.

"Let's do make up," she says.

"Oh no, you can do make up, I'm not wearing any," I said.


"You're dragging me to his and if I'm going, no make up," I stated.

"Fine," she said and started.

It was time to go.

"Where are the tickets?" I asked.

"Right here," she said, pulling them out of one of her drawers. Isabelle's make up looked beautiful on her.

"Let's go, I just want to get this over with," I said.

"Oh you two look beautiful!" Marsye exclaimed. We smiled and said our goodbyes.

We entered the car and she drove to the concert.

There were a lot of people there. But there was also a line.

"This is going to take forever," I said. Maybe staying in line was a good thing.

"No, we are getting in there now," she declared and dragged me to the front, where the body guard was.

"Hey, you can't skip," he said.

"Well, we have tickets," Isabelle said and gives it to the man.

"You two are the winners?" he asked and Isabelle nodded.

"Well, go on in," he said and gave the tickets back to them.

We walked through the door and entered the stadium. People were everywhere.

"C'mon," she said and grabs my hand and pulls me to the front of the row. We were right in front of the stage.

Isabelle screamed.

"I can't wait!"

"Yeah," I said. I sighed. We sat in our seats. The light dimmed and then spotlight.

Jace was in the middle and everyone screamed except for me.

Dancers came out and the music started.

Much as you blame yourself,

You can't be blamed for the way that you feel

Had no example of a love,

That was even remotely real

How can you understand

Something that you never had?

Ooh, baby, if you let me,

I can help you out with all of that

He started to dance and the dancers followed his lead. I furrowed my brow a bit, maybe this would be entertaining.

Girl, let me love you,

And I will love you,

Until you learn to love yourself

Girl, let me love you,

I know your trouble

Don't be afraid,

Girl, let me help

Girl, let me love you,

And I will love you,

Until you learn to love yourself

Girl, let me love you,

A heart in numbness

Is brought to life,

I'll take you there

He danced around the stage. Every girl was screaming for him. I just concentrated on his lyrics. I don't know why but I just did.

Hey, hey

(Girl, let me love you)

Girl, let me love you, baby, oh

(Girl, let me love you)

Girl, let me love you, baby

(Girl, let me love you)

Let me love you,

Let me love you,



He went to the front of the stage, still dancing. Girls were reaching their hands out, as if he would touch them. I rolled my eyes but Isabelle grabbed me by the arm and pushed up to the stage.

I can see the pain behind your eyes,

It's been there for quite a while

I just wanna be the one

To remind you what it is to smile, yeah

I would like to show you

What true love can really do

Girl, let me love you,

And I will love you,

Until you learn to love yourself

Girl, let me love you,

I know your trouble

Don't be afraid,

Girl, let me help

Girl, let me love you,

And I will love you,

Until you learn to love yourself

Girl, let me love you,

A heart in numbness

Is brought to life,

I'll take you there

He looked around the crowd, as if to find someone. I crossed my arms. Isabelle was practically trying to make me deaf with her screaming. I sighed.

Oh, oh, oh, hey

Girl, let me love you, baby

(Girl, let me love you)

Let me love you

Girl, let me love you, baby

(Girl, let me love you)

Girl, let me love you, baby

(Girl, let me love you)

Let me love you

Girl, let me love you, baby

For every heart that beats,

For every heart that beats,

For every heart that beats,

For every heart that beats

Heart that beats,

Heart that beats,

Heart that beats

Heart that beats

Again, he looked around and his eyes landed on me. He stared at me and smirked. I rolled my eyes. Great, sarcasm entering my mind. He kept looking at me as he sung and danced.

Girl, let me love you,

And I will love you,

Until you learn to love yourself

Girl, let me love you,

I know your trouble

Don't be afraid,

Girl, let me help

Girl, let me love you,

And I will love you,

Until you learn to love yourself

Girl, let me love you,

A heart in darkness

Is brought to life,

I'll take you there

(Girl, let me love you)

Darlin', let me love you, baby

Love you, baby, hey

(Girl, let me love you)

Let me love you, baby

You, babe

Ooh, ooh, oh

He finished the song but his eyes were still on me. Everyone cheered, I kept my mouth shut and turned around and sat in my seat. My elbow on the arm of the chair and my chin in my hand.

"Thank you, for coming to my show," he said. Again everyone screamed; from, 'Jace!' to 'I love you!' to 'Marry me!'

I just wanted to throw up. He performed some more songs. I put my head in my hands. I couldn't stand this guy. His lyrics though, we something. Especially his first song. I kinda, maybe, a little liked it.

He was finished singing.

"Remember there will be a raffle for which school I go to. And if I pick your school, auditions will be held for you, if you want to sign up, to perform and make a song with me," he said and then left the stage.

"Finally," I said.

Isabelle and I walked out.

"That was so awesome," she said, getting into the car.

"For you maybe," I said.

"I saw him looking at you. He couldn't stop looking at you," she said with a smile.

"So, he'll forget me anyway. Now, can we go, I'm tired," I said.

She drove off.

We were at her house and I put on my PJs. I got into her bed. I had to sleep the other way but it was okay. It was like we were little kids again.

"Night Clary," she said.

"Goodnight," I said and slept for the rest of the night.

So i know it's not that good but I was trying to get you all to get to know the characters and all and i promise it will get better in the upcoming chapters. Plus i need help. I don't know any public high schools in Manhattan and the internet isn't helpful right now. So if any of you know PM me or put it on your review. I hope you like this chapter, too.


*I don' own the characters

*I don't own I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift

*I don't own Let Me Love You by Ne-Yo

And I don't own the upcoming songs that will appear in the upcoming chapters. But review and i hope you like . c:

Also, check out my other stories, especially One More Night. It's in a competition, so vote for that and that's all.