Jace's Pov (Yay finally!)

The pounding music coursed through every vein in my body. The sweat that clung to everybody was a familiar stench. People were all around me dancing against one another. The random strobe lights light up random people in the crowd before disappearing into another part of the club.

One thing I loved about California was all the clubs. I could easily disappear into the crowd and get lost in the pulsing music.

After a while of grinding with different girls I'm getting tired if dancing and can't help but think about how tired I am. 'I think I'll go home soon' I say to myself.

I head over to the bar for one last beer. As I order one I notice a girl next to me with red hair looking me up and down. 'Maybe that sleep will have to wait a little bit.' I look over at her and smirk and she smiles back.

'Why am I always drawn to red heads?' I ask myself. For as long as I can remember I've been drawn to red heads yet whenever I'm with one it doesn't feel right. Why is my brain so messed up?

"So what's your name?" I ask the girl as the bartender hands me my drink.

"Amanda" I gag mentally as she tries to give me a seductive smirk. 'Nope not the one. Wait what the hell? The one?'

After a few more drinks I start to forget what I am doing. My lead guitarist, Raphael, comes up to me and pulls me away from the red head. 'Wait when did I start kissing her?' is the only coherent thought I can think in my fogged mind.

Raphael drags me out of the club towards his car.

"You know we have to work tomorrow Jace. I can't believe you would get drunk. You will have such a major hangover."

"Ehhhh whatever" is all I murmur back.

The drive home is almost silent.

"Jace? Jace why won't you talk to me anymore?" A girl stands across from me but her face is impossible to see. The only features I can see about her is her porcelain skin and hair that looks as if it were on fire.

"Everyone says it's weird you're my best friend. Girls like you shouldn't hang out with guys like me."

We had to be around twelve. Immaturity is so evident in the way I am talking and the way she crosses her arms.

"So you're going to let everyone else tell you what you can and cannot do? That's so stupid."

"Maybe to you because you don't care what other people think about you. At least I try to fit in!" As soon as I say the words I want to take them back. The hurt of my comment makes her voice waver a bit.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mea-" she cuts me off

"If you didn't mean it you wouldn't have said it. Don't worry anymore Jace. I'll try to stay out of your way." She begins to walk down the hallway, away from me. She has her head hunched and her back shakes a little.

I watch her walk away farther and farther. 'I can't just stand here and watch her walk away from me!' I think before I run as fast as I can to catch her.

"Wait. Please I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it like that! Please forgive me?"

She looks in my direction but I still can't see her eyes.

Suddenly I feel as if I am being starred down.

"Why should I?" she asks, her voice still shaking a bit as if fighting off tears.

"Because you are my best friend and I don't know what I would do without you." The words don't even begin to describe how I really feel about her.

"Ok. Fine. I have a hard time staying mad at you anyway." I blink. I blink again. I can't process what she just said.

"Wait what did you just say?" I say dumbly.

"I forgive you." She whispers back.

I am suddenly so happy I want to hug her but something keeps me back. I realize there are a few people staring at us.

"Do you want to get ice cream after school?" I ask it out of nowhere.

"Uh sure." She whispers glancing around to see if the others are laughing at them.

I lean in and whisper "I don't care about them anymore. Neither should you."

"Thanks Jace. Oh and because of your earlier comment you have to pay."

We both laugh.

I wake up in a cold sweat.

I can feel the terrible throbbing in my head from my hangover but my thoughts are occupied.

Somehow I know this wasn't just a dream. This was a memory.

Who was the girl though? I think I would have remembered someone with such fiery hair or such a beautiful voice. I want to hit my head against a wall. I hate not knowing things. "I need to get outside." I state to the wall.

I get up and walk onto my balcony, inhaling the cool air of night.

"Whoever you are and wherever you are, I will find you and then I will never let you go again." I think before going inside to take a shower.

A/N: I love you guys SO SO MUCH! All the follows and reviews absolutely make my day!

So this chapter was a little shorter than I would have liked it to be. I hope you like it though! Did I get Jace right? Give me some pointers on his attitude. I think he needs to be a little more sarcastic so I'll try to do that. Thanks for reading!