Bold is just a note. But italics is Clary's mom talking.
Clary!... Come down sweetheart. I have someone for you to meet!
Ugh! Moms doing it again. Trying to set me up with random guys that she meets when she takes trips to the art store. I get down stairs and I breeze by mother and the mystery guy that she has picked for me today. "Cant today mom, I promised Simon that I'd meet him at the coffee shop for poetry night," I say as I go through.
I rush to the coffee shop because I was already late. I wish that my mom would leave me alone about the whole dating thing. The only way she would even think about laying off would be for me to get a date or have a boyfriend, then she couldn't force a stranger on me. "Hey, what took you so long," questions Simon. "Sorry, mom wouldn't let me out of the house, has been trying to set me up again," I reply. Simon just nods and I join him at the couch that he has saved for us.
We clap for the poet on stage and before the next poet can walk on stage I pull Simon out of the coffee shop. "I am sorry, but I don't think I can listen to another," I cry, "Can we go do something fun?" Simon rolls his eyes at me and says, "What do you have in mind?" I signal for a taxi and I tell the driver to take me to a popular club. We drive for ten minutes and he stops at a club called pandemonium. I toss the driver a 20 and I pull Simon to the door of the club.
We get in quickly and I beeline it to the bar. But before I can order a drink a waiter comes to me with a platter of multi color drinks in tall skinny glasses. I grab a deep purple glass and I quickly drink it. I find Simon again and I start dancing with the other crazy club people. With my mind already feeling a little fuzzy the waiter comes around again but this time I take a navy blue glass. Before I knew what was happening I was dancing with a gorgeous blond muscled guy. Simon soon comes up to me and taps on my shoulder, "Clary, it's time to leave." "Go ahead Simon, I'll get home later," I say. Simon sighs and that's the last time I see him that night. I continue to dance with my blond partner. When the club is nearly empty the mystery guy says, would you like me to accompany you home?" I nod and I clumsily grab his hand and follow him out the door. He gets a taxi and I barely finish my address before I pass out.
The next morning I wake to a terrible headache and I didn't wake until 1. I get up and take Tylenol and start to get changed out of my clothes from the night before. When changing out of my short denim shorts a index card size piece of paper falls out of my pocket. I bend down and pick it up, then I read it. On the paper in neat hand writing is the name Jace and a cell phone number, 230-213-4468. So the mystery guys name was Jace. And he obviously wants me to call him. Just as I type the number into my phone to text him, "Clary, you need to get your butt down here NOW,!" Shouts my mom. I groan, lock my phone and toss it on the bed and I slowly make my way down the stairs to my mad mother waiting for me in the den.
"Where were you last night?," shouts my mom. "I went out with Simon," I reply. "Simon, you say then why did a guy, not Simon, bring you into the apartment and take you to your room?" I sigh and say, "Simon didn't want to stay so I had someone else bring me home." At that I turn and make my way back up the stairs to my room. I grab my side bag and I shove my cell phone and my wallet. Then I walk back down stairs and straight through the door. As soon as I get out of the apartment building I take my phone out and I call Jace.
"Hello," says the golden voice as he answers. "Hey Jace this is Clary, from last night," I reply. "Hi Clary, would you like to join me for breakfast at Angie's?," replies Jace."I would love to," I reply. I catch a taxi and tell the driver to take me to Angie's. I leave the yellow car and continue to ignore the phone calls from my mom and the texts from Simon. I enter the restaurant and I see Jace, sitting off in the corner in a booth. I make my way to the table and Jace says, "join me." I sit and the waitress comes to take our drink order. The whole time the waitress is there talking to us she is staring at Jace like he is a piece of meet. Which really angers me. We finally get our order through to her, two cups of coffee and a chocolate chip pancake plate for both of us. We make small talk while we wait for our food and soon our coffee arrives. "I'm glad that your ok," says Jace, "I was worried when you passed out on the way to your house." "Oh I'm fine, thank you for helping me home," I reply. "I am really glad that you called me," says Jace. "Me too," I agree.
