Summary: Clarissa Fray has hated Jace Wayland for as long as she could remember. All through the school years, she was the artsy, quiet girl with an attitude while he was the cocky, womanizer jock. When they have an accidental one night stand one night, which results in undesirable consequences, can they put their differences aside for their baby? AH/OOC
Clary felt herself bending over the toilet bowl for what seemed like the one hundredth time this morning. She didn't even know how there was anything left in her stomach for her to empty into the toilet. She sighed, and got up as all the contents went down the drain. She walked over to the sink as she picked up her toothbrush and brushed her teeth thoroughly. After she was done, she went back down into her bedroom and put her cool washcloth back onto her forehead. Looking around for her cell phone, she dialed the familiar number.
"Clarissa Ann Fray! Where are you? Imogene's pissed." Isabelle Lightwood, Clary's lifelong best friend answered the phone.
"I'm sick. Can you tell Imogene I've got the flu?" Clary asked hoping she didn't have to talk directly to her bitchy boss.
"No way, you're on your own there." Isabelle said, snickering.
"Izzy!" Clary whined.
"Gee, Clary. You are a devious one this morning, aren't you? I wish I would've thought to fake the flu today. Then again, I've already used that excuse. I wouldn't expect that from you though, Miss. Kiss Ass." Isabelle said, and Clary could tell she was smirking on the other side of the phone.
"I'm not faking! I'm—oh shit!" Clary said hurriedly, feeling the bile rise in her throat. She hurriedly ran into the bathroom, and repeated the process. Five minutes later, she picked up the phone again. "Sorry, Izzy."
"You really are sick?" Isabelle asked.
"Of course I'm sick, Isabelle! Why would I purposely miss a day of work? You know I can't afford to do that." Clary said irritably.
"Okay, okay. Listen, I'm going to skip work and then come up to check on you. You don't sound good." Isabelle said sounding worried, which gave Clary satisfaction for a moment before she added, "Plus it gives me a good excuse to miss work."
"Isabelle.." Clary said, exasperated.
Isabelle just cackled and hung up the phone.
JPOV
"Dude, I bet you can't make that shot." Sebastian Verlac motioned to the half court mark on the basketball court.
Jace Wayland just smirked, picked up the basketball, went to half court, and arched the ball in.
Swoosh.
Sebastian groaned. "Do you have to be good at everything?"
"It's flattering you think that good of me, Seb." Jace said, picking up his water bottle and taking a big gulp. "I mean, I already know that, but it's good to see people are catching on."
"Asshole." Sebastian muttered.
"Aw, don't be such a sore loser, Sebbie." Jace said while putting on a fake pout.
Sebastian rolled his eyes good naturedly. "Do you ever turn it off?"
"What are you referring to? My sexiness, my wit? I could keep naming my good attributes, but the list is pretty much endless." Jace said, grinning widely.
"Is being a douche on that list?" Sebastian muttered sarcastically.
"Me? A douche? Never." Jace said innocently.
"Yeah, right." Sebastian remarked just as innocently. "Jace Wayland, never drinks, gambles, or has sex with random women. He's just the perfect angel boy." He shook his head sorrowfully. "Karma is going to come and bite you in the ass some day, man."
"Wow, karma must be feisty. Can I get her number? I'm not usually into that kind of stuff though.." Jace said while walking to his Lamborghini Reventon.
Sebastian just rolled his eyes again as he got into the passenger seat. "But you're apparently into Clary Fray?"
"Clary Fray.." Jace murmured, trying to place her face.
"Short, about five one, red hair?" Sebastian said with wide eyes. "Do you really sleep with that many women?"
"Yes." Jace replied simply.
Clary Fray. Of course Jace remembered her. They went to the same high school, and he had teased her endlessly for her long, red, curly hair. He smiled as he remembered his old nickname for her. Pippi. On more than one occasion, she had snapped back at him. Even though he would never admit it, that's what he liked about her. He knew she hated him, and she had a good reason to. She had basically made her high school years a living hell. That hadn't stopped her when they had met at Pandemonium, a club downtown a few weeks ago, though.
Flashback
Jace sat at the bar at Pandemonium, bored out of his mind. A few girls had already come on to him, even though he had only been here for five minutes. He ignored them all; right now he really didn't feel like hanging around a brainless bimbo. As his eyes scanned the crowd, he saw a flash of red. As he studied it a little closer, he realized it was a girl. A petite, but well endowed girl. He felt his brain perk up in interest. She didn't look like all the other brain dead moron girls in the club. She didn't dress over slutty, but in a way that made her look sexy as hell and made Jace want to take that short little dress off. As she turned her body the other way, her emerald green eyes met his, and he instantly recognized her.
Clary Fray.
She just stared at him, and then made her way over towards the bar. She settled into the chair next to his, and motioned for the bartender to come over.
"One shot of tequila, please." She ordered, looking over at him hardly. "Is there a reason you're staring at me?"
"I always stare at beautiful women." Jace answered coyly.
"Well, I would stop doing that. You look like a freak." Clary answered, downing her shot quickly, before motioning for another.
"But a sexy one." Jace reminded her. "Is there a reason you're suddenly drinking like an alcoholic who just found the key to your liquor cabinet after five years?"
"I need the liquor to be near you." Clary said, downing yet another shot.
"You're the one that came up to me." Jace reminded her.
"Yes, but you're in the same room as me." Clary said, rolling her eyes.
"Look, I know you're attraction to me is hard to ignore, but this is ridiculous." He said, smirking.
"Me, attracted to you? Wow, Blondie. You're more twisted than I thought." Clary remarked, smirking right back at him.
That remark made the final decision for him. He had to have her now. He had never had a woman so vehemently refuse him before, and he would never live it down if that happened. Clarissa Fray was a challenge and Jace was determined to win that challenge.
"Ten bucks I can hold my liquor better than you." Jace said, ordering a few shots of tequila for himself.
"Are you honestly challenging me, Jace? I always win my bets. You're going down." Clary said, determined.
End of Flashback
Jace ran his head through his hair, trying to get rid of the memory. That night was one of the most fun nights he had ever spent in his life. After the drinking contest, (which he won, by the way, after Clary had surrendered.) Things had gotten pretty heated.
Flashback
Jace led Clary by the hand out of his car, and into the doors of his expensive penthouse. Clary turned and looked at him with wide eyes, and murmured something that sounded like "rich bastard." She sat down on his couch, seemingly right at home.
"Are you going to just stand there all night?" Clary asked with a slight slur to her voice.
"Are you going to keep that dress on all night?" Jace retorted slyly, before sitting on the couch next to her. He tried not to notice how her dress was riding up, so now it was bunched up at the top of her thighs. Jace almost groaned with frustration and lust.
"No way, this dress it killing me. Tell me, can you untie it? I can't reach the knot." Clary said innocently as she turned so that her back was facing him.
Jace brought his hands up to her neck, and slowly and torturously undid the knot. He leaned down, so that his lips were at her shoulder, and kissed it gently.
"So, do you want a tee shirt or something? I wouldn't want you to get cold." He said as he got up from the couch, leaving her dumbfounded. He had to admit, he wanted Clary. But if he was going to tease him, he would tease her.
"No thanks." Clary said as she shimmied out of her tight dress, leaving her only in a pair of lace black bra and panties.
"Clary.." Jace groaned in frustration.
"What do you want, Jace?" Clary asked, even though she was hammered, asked him genuinely.
"You know what I want." He said, making his way towards her.
"No." Clary said, stepping back. "I want to hear you say it."
"I want you, Clary." Jace said, finally putting his arms around her and kissing her roughly.
End of Flashback
That night with Clary was the most mind blowing sex he had ever experience. He hadn't told anyone, not even Sebastian or his other best friends Alec Lightwood or Magnus Bane. His cell phone rang suddenly, pulling him out of his haze.
"Hello?" Jace answered, not even bothering to check the caller i.d.
"Jace?" A female voice started hesitantly. "It's Clary. Clary Fray."
"Clary." Jace said in satisfaction. "Are you already calling to set up another booty call? Wow, I didn't know I was that hard to resist."
"Oh, shut up, you asshat." She snapped, sounding irritated.
"Someone's cranky this afternoon. Let me guess. It's that time of the month? Sorry, I can't help you there." He said as he walked into his penthouse.
"No, Jace." She said, sounding like she was explaining to a five year old. "That's precisely it. I haven't gotten my time of the month."
"Wait..what?" He asked, panicking.
"You really should have paid more attention in health class. Jace Wayland doesn't know everything about women. Go figure. I bet that damaged your huge ego." She said snidely.
"Clary, are you saying you're.." Jace trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
"Pregnant? Yes, Jace. And you're the lucky winner of that prize." Clary said, hanging up the phone.
Done! I know I should be writing my other fic, but I couldn't get this one out of my head. I don't know how good it is, but we shall see..
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